AN HOMAGE TO VINCENT VEGA, SEASON THREE, SCENE 89: THE MOMENT OF TRUTH: LINH

[Babypants]

Thanks for commenting.  From scene one on, this has been a story about how the choices we make create the family to which we belong.  Carlie's choice has brought her home.

[Babypants]

STEAK NIGHT

“Welcome home, you two! Mom and Dad drop you off?” Sarah was planning a special day for both ladies, so she was glad that they hadn't dallied at the mall.

“Vic had a private conversation with Dad, and got him to see the bright side of wearing diapers,” Priscilla noted. “Namely how much fun diaper changes can be. They're on their way home right now to explore the possibilities.”

Pris and Vic both had huge grins on their faces.

“And I've made plans for both of you. Vic, you first. Let's lose the diaper, then it's your turn to hit the shower. I want you squeaky clean before putting on an outfit that will turn male heads everywhere you go. Get your hair under control, do your makeup, and grab your car keys. You and Ian are out of here, and I don't expect you back until eight to eight-thirty. Enjoy the afternoon, have a good dinner ...”

“I've made reservations for Murray's at six-thirty,” Ian smiled. He was finally going to get to satisfy his craving for a steak and baked potato.

“A proper date!” Vic couldn't believe her good fortune. “Our first,” she added, “our very first.”

“I've packed diaper bags for both of you,” Sarah went on. “Ian will need at least two changes, so plan ahead.”

“Got it under control. First we're going to visit the Minnesota Zoo, then later this afternoon we'll drop in at PISS so that we can sit down and talk things out with Suzie. Sarah, I gather you're good with this?”

“I am. It's for the three of you to work things out. But why the zoo?”

“They have elephants and pythons, so maybe they could find room for Toby and Pete.”

“Fantastic idea,” Rita exclaimed. “The Director is on our hospital board, so we can buttonhole him. Ian, give the place the once over, and tell us what you think.”

“Will do."  Ian didn't know how they could transport Toby across the Pacific, but the idea was definitely worth exploring. The biggest hang-up would probably turn out to be Pete's love affair with Heineken.

“Pris,” Sarah went on, “Francine will be back as soon as she's packed a few bags, cleared out her refrigerator, and got her apartment squared away. I'm giving you my bedroom for the rest of the day, complete with room service. So you'll hit the showers next, then you can wait in bed for Francie to join you. I've got something special for you to wear.”

“A baby dress to go with my diapers?”

“Not what I had in mind, but I'm sure Ian wouldn't mind sharing one of his baby dresses if that's your preference.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“It's a surprise, something to wear with your diapers and ruffled baby pants. I think you'll like it, and I know Francie will love it.”

“We just want to help the two of you get your relationship off to a good start,” Rita offered.

“So no spankings?”

“That's up to you and Francie. Just enjoy yourselves.”

“A shower sounds good.”

“Me first,” Vickie barked. “But I won't be long. Our first date!”

. . . .

“Did you take a shower this morning,” Julia asked.

“A quick one, but I paid attention to all the nooks and crannies. I'm good.”

“And how's your diaper?”

“Still dry, but the coffee has definitely caught up with me. I'm barely hanging on.”

The way Herb was fidgeting told Julia that he wasn't exaggerating.

“Herb, stop holding it. While I'm in the shower, I want you to let go. Just relax and do it. I'll clean you up when I'm finished, then powder your cute little butt before putting you in a nice dry diaper. After that, I think we both could use a nap.”

“Are you going to wear another diaper?”

“I'll leave that up to you. Do you want to play with my little girl parts, or not?”

“I want you in a diaper and a pair of those ruffled baby pants. They're darling. After that, I'll see if I can get my hand inside. If not, then I'll locate your clit and start rubbing away. We've gotta find out whether these diapers are thick enough to prevent us from having fun.”

“Good idea, and I'll return the favor. I'll try and wrap my fingers around your cock, and if that doesn't work, I'll give you a good, hard rub down. Hmm, maybe I should do that right now, before changing you. It might be more comfortable for you to come in a wet diaper than a dry one.”

“Oh, I really like that idea,” Herb leered.

“Then ditch your shoes and clothes and hop into bed. Wet yourself the same way you did in bed last night, and I'll take it from there.”

“Your wish is my command,” Herb stammered as he began hastily to undress.

. . . .

“The house still in one piece,” Bernice asked as Suzie came wandering into the kitchen.

“Still standing,” Suzie laughed, “though I can't say the same thing about some of the girls. There are hangovers, and then there are hangovers! How goes the diaper parade?”

“Got a system in place. In the morning, get them into the shower, preferably after they've taken care of number two. I'm unlocking them four at a time, and our new members are all pitching in to get our felons powdered, diapered, and ready to face the day. If anyone has a diaper rash, one of my trusty aides let's me know, and it's Desitin to the rescue.”

“So that's how you manage diaper rash. I didn't know; in fact, I don't know anything about looking after a baby. I've got a lot to learn.”

Bernice looked at her curiously. She couldn't fathom where Suzie was going with this.

“I'm in love, Bernice. With Ian. I was pretty sure last night, and this morning removed the last of my doubts. I want us to have a baby. Vickie is really supportive, and Sarah says not to worry about the house, that it will all work out.”

“How? You know as well as I do that none of the house moms has ever had a baby. We have to move on if we want to start a family.”

“Vickie says that Ian's friends back East can make the problem disappear. We're going to sit down with Ian later this afternoon, and learn what he has to say. If he's willing, then I'll talk to Elaine Freeman. Working together, maybe we can move mountains.”

“Suzie, think about the baby. Wouldn't it make more sense to join the commune and raise the child with Ian than going it alone in the house?”

“That's one of the points we need to discuss. Ian will be a wonderful father, and I want him to be heavily invested in our child's future from the moment I get pregnant. And that leads to the question of the CIA's involvement. I have no illusions about a right to privacy; security is going to be all over me.”

“Are you sure you can have a baby?”

“No. Em and I will be at the hospital on Tuesday afternoon, and Sarah is arranging for me to be tested while we're there. Discretion guaranteed, and no bill to be paid! So, it's all up to Ian.”

“If he's good with this, the whole Row will support you. Whatever you need, if we can supply it, we will.”

“Thanks, Bernice. On a positive note, my meetings with the Dean will be a lot more interesting when my emotions start running wild.”

Bernice laughed. She hadn't thought about that, but Suzie was right. A pregnant Suzie Marshall would not be someone the Dean would want to cross.

. . . .

“What do you think, Ian? The zoo is only a year old, and the Tropics Trail only opened in September. Everything's new, but the elephants and pythons both seem very much at home. Would Toby and Pete be happy here?”

“Not sure, Vic. I don't like the fact that kids have to pay to get in. Growing up in LA, I never had to pay to get into the Griffith Park Zoo. Making money off three year olds really rubs me the wrong way.”

“Granted. Any other concerns?”

“The elephants are just standing around. Toby came of age charging through the jungle, and now he's moving big loads around on construction sites during the week. On his off days, he gives free rides to the neighborhood children. I can't see him being happy here.”

"How about Pete?”

“Most definitely not cut out to be a jungle exhibit. Pete hunts rats and drinks Heineken. Can't see these people catering to his lifestyle.”

“Have to agree with you there. When we get our country place, we'll need a heated barn for Pete. There will be plenty of rats running around, and we'll budget for the beer.”

“Toby's twenty-six years old, and in his prime. In ten or fifteen years he'll probably be ready to retire … elephants also get arthritis as they age. He might like this place when he's older, but right now he's better off staying in Thailand.”

“Plan to go on visiting him?”

“Of course. Toby and Pete are family. Want to visit Thailand? I know some beaches in the South that haven't been overrun by tourists … just backpackers. There's an island called Phuket that's close to paradise. They put in an airport a couple of years ago, but the travel agencies haven't caught on yet.”

“Into Thai cooking?”

Ian smiled. “Now that you mention it, I make a mean massaman curry.”

“Let's do Thai next Saturday night.”

“You're on.”

“Speaking of 'on', how's your diaper holding up? Need me to change you?”

“I'm good for now, but probably in an hour.”

“Okay. The mall's not too far off, so let's head there and camp out in the food court for a bit. When you're ready, we'll visit the maternity shop. I'm sure Missus Dearing will help us out.”

“Good plan. Maybe we should buy some of those ruffled baby pants for Babs. What do you think?”

“That's a great idea. And next week I'll drop by the costume shop where I bought your baby dresses and get one for her. Joyce would probably appreciate some onesies and footed sleepers as well. Believe me, the more Babs sinks into infancy, the better her therapy will proceed.”

“I believe you. Being treated like a baby has helped me a lot.”

“You're the ideal patient, Ian. You want to get better, and you're willing to put in the work. Just remember the rules that apply when we're in room eleven.”

“I have them memorized. I love my crib, I'm good with the bottle feedings, and crawling around on my hands and knees is becoming second nature. Sofia put booties on me yesterday morning that didn't give me any choice in the matter. At home, I expect to be wearing them a lot.”

“At home I want the man, not the baby. I'll leave it to the others to baby you. Francie seems especially keen.”

“We're both babies in her eyes.”

“True, and if we think of this as therapy, being treated like an infant is helping me a lot. Sarah is giving me the love, and the discipline, that I didn't receive the first time around. We both owe her a lot.”

“Truer words. Now, let's get out of here. I know the jungle, and what they left out in this joint is the smell. It's kind of depressing.”

. . . .

“Oh, my God, Sarah! This is so beautiful. Thank you; thank you so much!”

Priscilla's hands were trembling as she ran her fingers over the silken fabric. The pink baby doll negligee was far removed from the practical, two piece pj's that she wore to bed in the winter months. In the summer, she merely stripped down to her equally practical panties.

“You're welcome, Pris. I was looking for a color that would go well with your pink baby pants, as well as the ruffled panties that you have on right now. Francine is going to eat you up today, but you'll be wearing this outfit, minus the diaper, when you and Ian are sharing his crib on Wednesday night.”

“No diaper?”

“No diaper. Hard to get pregnant if you're wearing a diaper.”

“True, but what if I wet when I'm sleeping?”

“I'll leave a diaper bag hanging from the bars. Ian can diaper you for bed, and I'll leave some tampons for you to use beforehand.”

“Terrific. I'm so used to wearing a diaper now that it would feel strange to go to bed without one.”

“Will it get in the way of your job?”

“Don't think so. If Dad can do this, so can I.”

“Glad to hear it. Now, get that cute little butt of yours into my bed, and stay there until Francie walks in. Use your diaper if you need to pee or poop; I get the feeling that she wants you to be her baby, and that means wet and messy diapers.”

“She does, and now I'm calling her Mommy, which is how I also think of you. Isn't that strange? I see my real mom every day, but now I think of both of you as Mommy.”

“I'm so glad. But just remember, you have two mommies who will spank you when you are naughty. And your next punishment spanking is going to hurt a lot.”

“I know, and since I'm as outspoken as I am independent it's definitely coming. But the funny thing is, when Francie spanked me, it hurt but I knew that she wasn't trying to hurt me. She was trying to teach me that my actions have consequences, and that I need to remember my place in this family. You were right to have her spank me. I deserved it.”

“You did. Now remember that Francine is in charge in this bedroom. Do exactly what she tells you to do, and no backtalk. When she walks in, she will have the paddle in her hand. Don't give her a reason to use it.”

“I'll be good, Mommy, and thank you for taking such good care of me.”

. . . .

“Tom? Geri?” Vickie was surprised to see two of Bernice's young charges at the mall on the Sunday afternoon after a kegger. She wondered if the Deltas were losing their touch.

“What brings you here … more shopping?”

“For our boyfriends,” Geri answered. “This is Mikey, one of the Delta pledges.”

“And this is my boyfriend Tommy,” Laura interjected. “He's also a pledge.”

“They're both bedwetters,” Geri went on, “but they also have daytime accidents. We're going to put a stop to it. From now on, they are going to be wearing diapers and baby pants all the time, but we'll take care of them, so not to worry. We just have to find the maternity shop where you and Dad get your diapers. They'll be perfect.”

“We're headed there, but not until Ian takes care of business, if you catch my drift. Why don't you join us for something to drink … and food, if you're hungry. Then we can take you to the shop and introduce you to Missus Dearing. She'll take good care of you; she has a lot of experience dealing with adolescents who need diapers, and grown-ups as well. Tommy … Mikey … your accidents will soon be a thing of the past. Remember, it's better to wear diapers than to embarrass yourself in public.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” Tommy said.

“She has adult-sized pacifiers too,” Vic noted as she plucked hers out of her purse. “Here, take a look.” She handed it to Geri.

“Fantastic,” Geri said as she passed it to Laura. “We'll buy two of these as well; our boyfriends can be a bundle of nerves, and these will help calm them down.”

“Good idea. I wish I had had one of these when taking an exam. It would have really helped.”

“You hear that, Mikey?” Geri was grinning maliciously. “Maybe your grades will improve if you suck on your pacifier during the exam. What do you think, baby?”

“You make all my decisions for me, Mommy. Whatever you want.”

“Good baby!”

“Geri, you have him so well trained.” Vickie was truly impressed. “Alas, your Dad is still a work in progress.”

“And the work in progress is thirsty. Anybody else fancy an iced tea?” Hands shot up all around the table. “And we have a winner,” Ian added. “You four stay put, and Vic and I will do the honors. Vic's treat.”

At the counter, Ian posed the question foremost on his mind. “What do you think, Vic. Are those boys bound for Heaven or Hell?”

“A little bit of both, I should think. They want sex, and Tom and Geri will provide it, but at a price. It will be fun to watch Missus Dearing take them in hand. She had a boy, fourteen or so, in the shop when Rita, Sarah and I were there. She reduced him to infancy in a matter of minutes, then called his mother to come collect him. We left him in tears. If they're not babies already, widdle Mikey and Tommy will be by the time they leave the store.”

“Good timing,” Ian remarked as he spread his legs a bit. “I've just taken care of business, so let's down our drinks and be on our way.”

. . . .

Standing at the foot of the bed, Francie was transfixed. The paddle slipped out of her hand, and unnoticed, landed on the floor at her feet. Lying on the bed, Priscilla looked like an artist's model posing while knowing fingers worked their magic on the canvas. The soft, pink baby doll flowed down from her breasts, but it left most of her darling baby pants in view. The ruffles made her look so babyish, in dramatic contrast to the nightie, which highlighted the figure of a truly beautiful woman. Francine was indeed transfixed.

“Pris, you are, as the poet once wrote, a vision of loveliness.” Francie was breathing heavily, and she meant every word.

“Thanks, but it's all Sarah's doing. She's given us her room for the day, and for the night if we have any energy left. The nightie was meant to inspire Ian, but there's no reason why it can't do double duty.”

“Pris, Ian loves you. You are all the inspiration he needs.”

Priscilla spread her arms wide, inviting Francie to join her. She didn't have to ask twice. Francie slipped into her arms, and bent over to kiss her full on the lips. Last night, she had been Mommy Sarah's baby girl, but tonight she would be the mommy, and Priscilla her little baby.

“Is your diaper wet,” she asked.

“No, Mommy, I dry.” With Francie, Priscilla found it easy to slip into baby mode.

“Well, your diaper won't come off until I have to change you. Perhaps you need something to drink.”

Francine allowed a baby bottle that she had hidden up her sleeve to drop into her hand. “Come to Mommy, baby girl, and Mommy will feed you.”

Priscilla squealed with delight, and moved around until her head was in Mommy's lap. She latched on when the bottle neared her lips, and began eagerly to suck on the warm breast milk. It tasted wonderful.

Francine stroked the baby girl's hair while she nursed.

Pris settled deeply into her arms and tried to get her bladder to relax, but muscles well trained never to let go except at the toilet refused to cooperate. She remained dry.

Francine's hand slid lower, her fingers making lazy circles above Priscilla teats, the nipples now growing hard beneath the silken fabric. A lone finger tracked back and forth, and Priscilla bit down harder on the nipple of her baby bottle. She could feel her nerves coming to life.

“Mommy,” she moaned, “that feels so good.”

“Wet your diaper, and Mommy will remove it and take her time cleaning your little girl bits. Mommy doesn't want her sweet baby girl to get a nasty old diaper rash.”

Priscilla moaned a second time, and had another go at getting her bladder to cooperate. It was only when she raised her knees that her bladder responded. It began as a trickle, but the trickle quickly gave way to a steady stream. It felt so good to let go.

When Pris lowered her legs, Francie slid her hand inside her baby pants and felt around. The diaper was now very wet, and the baby clearly in need of a change, but Francie decided to wait a while. She wanted her baby Prissy to finish her bottle before she began rubbing her clit through the diaper. Francie wanted the baby to get used to being in a soaking wet diaper, and she could think of no better approach than bringing her to climax while wearing one. And Prissy wasn't acting like she was uncomfortable; her nursing had not even slowed down.

When she was finished, Francine raised the baby up and patted her on the back. And much to Prissy's surprise, she let out a very satisfying burp. Then Francine laid her out on her back before rolling over to begin massaging Prissy's clitty through the diaper. The baby began to moan almost immediately. She was so ready.

Leaning forward, Francie took one of the baby's titties into her mouth and began alternately sucking and nibbling on the nipple, which was standing to attention. But her hand never faltered, and Priscilla's moans grew steadily louder. When she climaxed, Priscilla felt like she was on fire from head to toe. She reached out to find Francie's hand, and pushed it down hard into her soggy diaper. She loved the sensation of a wet diaper rubbing against her skin, and the wetness was tickling her clitty in new and remarkable ways. A second orgasm was just over the horizon.

Francie continued to knead Prissy through the diaper, rubbing it constantly against her skin. Her baby girl was remarkably sensitive, so much so that there was really no need to remove her diaper to make her cum. Prissy, she concluded, wasn't simply a baby; she was a diaper slut.

. . . .

“Ah, two of my favorite customers,” Missus Dearing commented when Vickie and Ian walked through the door. “And you've brought some new customers for me as well.”

“Let me introduce Tom and Geri,” Vic began. “They are two of Ian's many sorority daughters; oh, and Tom's real name is Laura.”

“And these are our boyfriends, Mikey and Tommy.” Geri reached out to grasp Mikey by the hand, holding on like he was a toddler who wanted to run away.

“All four of us are bedwetters,” Laura explained, “but Tommy and Mikey are also having daytime accidents. That stops now. We need diapers and baby pants for them to wear during the day. The ones that Dad and Aunt Vickie are wearing would be perfect.”

“And I need some of those ruffled baby pants for a young lady who is being returned to infancy for therapeutic purposes,” Ian added. “And could we use your storeroom for a minute? I'm in desperate need of a diaper change.”

“Of course. Would you like me to change you? I wouldn't mind at all.”

“Would you? I'd be delighted to forego the pleasure.” Vic was eager to step aside.

“Let me close up the shop.” Missus Dearing was beaming. She thought that Professor Grady was absolutely adorable.

“And we also need a couple of your pacifiers,” Geri tossed out as Missus Dearing walked away.

Diaper bag in hand, Ian retreated to the storeroom and started to undress. He knew that Missus Dearing would take good care of him.

“Two pacifiers coming right up,” Missus Dearing said when she returned. She opened a drawer, extracted a pair of blue ones, and waved them in the boys' faces. “Open wide,” she ordered. “These will help you remain calm while we sort out your diapers. When I'm finished with Professor Grady, it will be your turn. You'll be nicely diapered when you leave here.”

Geri squeezed Mikey's hand harder, and he obediently opened his mouth. Missus Dearing slipped the pacifier in, and he began to suck. She was right; it made him less anxious.

Both boys were nursing contentedly on their pacifiers when Missus Dearing walked into the storeroom. She was happy to find that Ian was already undressed.

“Such a good boy,” she murmured. “How I would love to babysit you.”

“I'd like that too,” Ian said. “Talk to Mommy Sarah. There will be times when she wants to hold household meetings without me being present.”

“I'll call her. Now let's get you sorted out so I can take care of those boys. They seem like such big babies.”

“That's my sense as well. Slip some pink baby pants into their order, and some of the ruffled ones. They'd both look cute in baby dresses, and Vic knows where to find them.”

“I have footed sleepers that will fit them, and onesies as well. They're ideal for keeping diapers where they belong. You should be wearing one.”

“I'm sure Mommy Sarah or one of my aunties will get around to it.”

“I'll talk to Victoria before we finish up. You should be in a onesie right now.”

Ian knew better than to argue, and he knew exactly what Vic would say. His days of wearing an undershirt had come to an end.

“Right,” Missus Dearing exclaimed when she returned with a onesie in her hand. It was emblazoned with dancing teddy bears. “Let's get you dressed. Vickie has picked out a pink one for you to wear tomorrow. She said that it will help you get in the mood for a therapy session tomorrow night. Hope it works.”

“Can't hurt,” Ian offered as she began to fasten the snaps. The onesie was a perfect fit.

“Okay, finish getting dressed, and I'll deal with those boys. Why do so many young men find it so hard to grow up? It's obvious that these two are going to be babies forever.”

“That's what Laura and Geri want, so everybody's happy. They're looking for infantile boyfriends whom they can boss around, and Tommy and Mikey are looking for mommies who will treat them like little babies. They'll never grow out of diapers, and the girls will never tire of changing them. We're looking at two very happy households in the making.”

“And my cash register is having a very good day, so I'm happy too!”

Ian laughed. He really liked Missus Dearing, and he badly wanted her to babysit him.

[Babypants]

Quickie historical quiz:

Gerber trademarked the term "Onesies" in 1982.  This is why today you see this infant's wear product elsewhere commonly called a "Bodysuit."  The baby one piece bodysuit was first marketed in the 1950's.  Who invented it, and what was the garment called?      

[CDfm]

Great chapter. Again there’s a lot going on with all of them. I think it’s interesting that they are considering bringing in Ian’s old friends, Toby and Pete. That would be an experience for the neighbors for sure. 
I will be looking forward to seeing more of this. 

[littlebopeeper]

On 10/1/2025 at 12:05 PM, Babypants said:

The baby one piece bodysuit was first marketed in the 1950's.  Who invented it, and what was the garment called? 

Walter Artzt and Babygro.  

[Babypants]

On 10/3/2025 at 9:45 AM, littlebopeeper said:

Walter Artzt and Babygro.

Thanks for taking part.

[mushy bottom]

I came up with Susana Duniau and the pilucho.

[Babypants]

12 hours ago, mushy bottom said:

I came up with Susana Duniau and the pilucho.

Thanks for joining in.

[littlebopeeper]

On 10/3/2025 at 9:45 AM, littlebopeeper said:

Walter Artzt and Babygro. 

 

On 10/5/2025 at 9:10 AM, mushy bottom said:

Susana Duniau and the pilucho

Do we have a winner?

[Babypants]

23 hours ago, littlebopeeper said:

Do we have a winner?

It  appears that you are both right.  In the early 50's, Artzt brought Babygro to market in the US while Duniau brought her baby bodysuit out in Chile.  Nothing suggests that either was aware of the other.  

[Babypants]

On 10/1/2025 at 11:12 PM, CDfm said:

Great chapter. Again there’s a lot going on with all of them. I think it’s interesting that they are considering bringing in Ian’s old friends, Toby and Pete. That would be an experience for the neighbors for sure.

Thanks for commenting.  Pete doesn't pose a problem, but Toby would not fare well in the Minnesota climate.  Today there are no elephants in Minnesota zoos. 

[CDfm]

That’s interesting. I was young when I lived in Minnesota but remember going to the zoo and seeing elephants. Been many years ago. 

[Babypants]

11 hours ago, CDfm said:

That’s interesting. I was young when I lived in Minnesota but remember going to the zoo and seeing elephants. Been many years ago.

The last elephants left the Minnesota Zoo in 2012.  Since our story is set in 1979, it would certainly be possible for Ian to put Toby there at some point in the future.

[mushy bottom]

Great chapter.  Francine is hot stuff and Mrs. Dearing a wonderful character.  Hope Ian gets his wish.

[Babypants]

20 hours ago, mushy bottom said:

Great chapter.  Francine is hot stuff and Mrs. Dearing a wonderful character.  Hope Ian gets his wish.

Thanks.  Wait until Ian and Francie get it on a few scenes ahead, and Ian's wish will come true.

[Babypants]

My heartfelt thanks to all the readers who have taken this story above 150,000 views.  I am grateful both to the very few who leave likes or comments, and to the many guests who have carried it to the point where each scene now generates 4 to 9,000 views.  I hope going forward that it will continue to entertain and enlighten you.  

[littlebopeeper]

Setting time aside to follow both stories has been worthwhile.  I was a college student in my late teens in 1979, and your characters are so real that I'd swear I knew some of them.  I know I dated Cindy!  Looking forward to 150,000 more.  

[Babypants]

19 hours ago, littlebopeeper said:

I was a college student in my late teens in 1979, and your characters are so real that I'd swear I knew some of them.  I know I dated Cindy!

I dated "Cindy" in my junior year at UCLA, but only once.  I was driving my souped-up '55 Chevy, and it looked a bit out of place in Beverly Hills.  Her parents didn't approve of me or my ride.  I dated another girl from Beverly Hills all through my sophomore year, and it really upset her parents.  Thinking back on it, she was probably using me to rebel against them.  This was 1964, and on campus the rebellion was alive and well.

[littlebopeeper]

Love the contrasting plays on diaper sex in this chapter.  Herb and Julia are doing diaper kink, while Francie and Prissy are role playing Mommy-baby to the hilt.  Diapers can play more than one way in a hot sex scene.

[Babypants]

On 10/13/2025 at 2:23 PM, littlebopeeper said:

Love the contrasting plays on diaper sex in this chapter.  Herb and Julia are doing diaper kink, while Francie and Prissy are role playing Mommy-baby to the hilt.  Diapers can play more than one way in a hot sex scene

Thanks for this.  In both stories, the contrasts are planned.  If the story's time frame permits, characters have to develop as the story progresses.  Fiction's core is tension-- how the character develops in the face of internal or external conflict.  No tension, no story.   

[Babypants]

Without a background to explain their feelings and actions, characters are easily misunderstood.  Bernice and Mrs. Dearing are childless widows, so we understand that their feelings for Ian are maternal.  Otherwise, you might think they are into diaper kink.

[Babypants]

STEAK NIGHT, PART 2

“Let's stop at ZAP first. I want to give Joyce the things that we've bought for Babs.” Ian also wanted to see how Babs was doing now that she was back at the sorority.

“Good idea,” Vic agreed. “This week, when I have time, I'll visit the costume shop where I got your baby dresses, and pick up a couple for her. If we can get her to take a medical leave and self-admit, Candy will totally regress her. When we've returned her to infancy, we'll introduce Joyce as her mother and restructure her personality around their relationship. It may take two or three months, but when she returns to adulthood she'll be a happy, healthy young woman with a bright future. It's a fascinating process, and there's no predicting where Joyce will end up. Babs might always view her as Mommy; then again, as she matures Babs might want Joyce to become her love interest. In the best of all possible worlds, they will partner for life.”

“Any role for me here?”

“Could be, if you're willing. Babs needs a father as well as a mother. You up for coming in to read her stories, change her diapers, and all the rest of it?”

“I would be willing to help, but might not be available. Much depends on what we learn in Athens.”

“Understood. I'll discuss this with Candy; it will be her call.”

Ian simply nodded. They were approaching the sorority house, and he wanted to talk with Joyce. It was distinctly possible that she wouldn't want Ian or any other man in Babs' life, at least not while she was in therapy. It might be best for him to come on board afterwards, as her friend rather than her father.

. . . .

“Okay, baby girl. It's time to change your diaper. Have you pooped today?”

“No, Mommy, no poopies. And I love my diaper. It feels so good when you rub it.”

“Prissy, you make your Mommy very happy. But I'm worried because you haven't messed your diaper. If you don't go by bedtime, I will you give you a fast acting laxative, and you can go in your sleep. Your diaper will hold it, and I will clean your messy bottom in the morning.”

“Thank you, Mommy. I do feel full.”

“You should! For a little baby, you sure have a big girl's appetite!”

“Oh, Mommy,” Priscilla tittered. “I am a big girl, even if I am your baby. But I like my ba bas. My milkies taste so good!”

“Good, because I am going to give you lots of ba bas. Now, let's see to your diaper. It was nice of Mommy Sarah to leave us a changing pad. We don't want to get Mommy's bed wet, now do we?”

“Noooo! Mommy Sarah will spank me! No spankies!”

“Good girl. Now raise your hips so that I can remove your baby pants. I'd like to reuse them because you are just a little sweetheart who looks so good in her ruffled panties.”

Setting the pant aside, Francine swiftly removed the diaper and tossed it into a waiting pail. Then she got to work with the wet wipes, taking her time and doing a thorough job. When she was finished, she grabbed the baby's legs and raised them so that she could slide a fresh diaper under her bottom. Liberally applying baby powder, she pinned Priscilla into a fresh diaper, and pulled her ruffled pants back into place. Surprisingly, they were only a little damp.

“Thank you, Mommy. You are so good to me." 

 In response, Francine leaned over and kissed Pris fully on the lips. It was time to put her tongue to work. Francine wasn't expecting much, but they had to start somewhere. Taking her time, she stripped and then laid down at Pris' side. She offered Pris her breast, and the baby gleefully latched on and began to nurse. In time, Francie would offer Pris her clit, and begin training her to deliver the powerful orgasms that Mommy had earned.

. . . .

“What's this? Is everybody studying?”

Vickie was shocked. It was unheard of for a Sister to be caught studying in public.

“It's Sunday, and we all have hangovers,” Melanie growled. “There's nothing else to do, and term papers and finals are just around the corner.”

“Where's Babs,” Ian wanted to know. Joyce had her nose buried in a book, but Babs was nowhere to be seen.

“She went to the store with Mom,” Tippi called out. “Now that it's home, she wants to do her part for the house. She's trying to fit in.”

“Good for her.” Ian was impressed. It was beginning to look like Babs had really turned the corner last night

“And thank you all for taking her into your hearts.”

“Dad, when it comes to helping others, you have set the bar very high. We don't want to disappoint you.”

Tippi was dead serious, and Ian heard murmurs of agreement throughout the room.

“Joyce, we come bearing gifts, things that we bought for Babs at our favorite shop in the mall.” Vickie was being coy. “And Tom and Geri were also shopping there. They certainly seem to have their boyfriends well in hand.”

“That's putting it mildly,” Jackie snorted. “Tommy and Mikey are diaper bound, just like Stan and Alex. We've culled the herd, and put our brands on the prime beef.”

“What did you bring us,” Joyce wanted to know. She had finally looked up from her textbook.

“Some more pink baby pants,” Ian explained, “and some of the ruffled ones that everyone seems to like. And we bought her some onesies, and a pink, footed sleeper.”

“And a couple dozen of the diapers that Ian and I wear,” Vickie added. “We hope that she'll take a medical leave of absence to work with Candy in our ward, but win, lose or draw, she's going to be appropriately dressed.”

“Thank you.” Joyce had a big grin on her face. “I can't wait to show Babs her new wardrobe.”

“Candy wants to talk with you about your part in Babs' therapy. Can you come up to the Psych ward during your next shift?”

“Have Candy clear it with my shift supervisor, and I'll be there with bells on.”

“Consider it done. We're planning on laying a lot of responsibility on your shoulders, Joyce. Remember, you don't have to do this.”

“But I want to. I'll do whatever it takes to help Babs. Whatever it takes."

. . . .

“Honey, that was mind blowing! I don't think I've ever cum like that in my whole life!”

Herb had followed Julia's instructions to the letter. He had undressed and crawled into bed, wearing nothing but his diaper and his new vinyl pants. Stretching out, he had relaxed, and in no time at all he was peeing like the proverbial racehorse. He had soaked the diaper, but the pants had done their job and kept the bedding dry.

Julia had stripped down as well. She was still diapered and dry, but she switched out the vinyl pants she had put on in the maternity shop for the ruffled pants that had caught her husband's fancy. Laying down at his side, she had begun to massage his diaper. At first, she could not feel his cock through the fabric, but she kept at it. Herb had closed his eyes and looked totally relaxed, so she knew that something was stirring. And then she began to feel him hardening beneath her fingers; now the challenge was to stroke him in the way that long years of marriage had taught her he liked. Herb's body began to tense, and Julia knew that she was there. She had done this many times over the years when her period had put her out of commission. Herb didn't like condoms, so she had wrapped her fingers around his bare cock, brought it to life and finished him off, doing her wifely duty but without deriving any real pleasure from the act. This was different. It was beginning to dawn on Julia that she really liked having her husband in a diaper. She had never worried about infidelity; Herb simply wasn't constructed that way. But their marriage had lost something over time, become routine to the point that she increasingly found her life boring. Lying there, her hands caressing his baby pants as she pushed down on the soggy diaper to stroke his manhood, Julia loved what she was doing. She decided right then and there to send his underpants to the trash bin. He was diapered, and he was going to stay diapered. No more pissing on the doorstep, no more waking her up every time he got out of bed in the middle of the night. She would change him, clean him up, even baby him a little. And if he responded, she would baby him a lot. Herb was a strong man, in some ways too strong for his own good. He would be a better grandfather if she could soften him up a bit. She was certainly going to try.

“My turn,” Julia replied, “but give me a moment to wet this diaper. I want to find out what it feels like to have your fingers dancing across the surface, pushing the wetness into my clit.”

Herb was grinning from ear to ear. He deeply loved his wife, but he would have been the first to concede that some of the magic was gone from their marriage. Too many nights at The Pig Sty socializing with his colleagues had gradually made it clear that Julia really didn't have any friends of her own. But now that was changing. They were adopting a second daughter who was bringing a large social circle with her. Their own daughter had fallen in love with a man who was so deeply attached to an entire sorority that the house mom was adopting him as her only child. Bernice was their age, and already such a fixture in their lives that she had changed his diapers the night before. And she would undoubtedly do so again at some point in time. Herb reckoned that he would be wearing diapers for the rest of his life. And much to his surprise the prospect didn't bother him a bit. Vickie was right. Diaper changes didn't have to be work. To the contrary, they could be the start of an erotic adventure. Julia had just demonstrated that, and now he was going to do his level best to return the favor.

“I'm ready,” Julia calmly remarked. She had raised her hips to allow the pee to flow more freely to the rear of her diaper, and she could feel the pee soaked garment clinging to every square inch of her privates. It was even working it's way into the crevice between her legs. It felt like she was wearing a wet bathing suit, but she knew different, and it was the difference that excited her.

Herb rolled onto his side, the wet diaper following him, and he leaned in to kiss Julia full on the lips. His fingers spent some time pinching her nipples, and when they hardened he dropped down to take her engorged breast into his mouth. He remembered tasting her breast milk, which continued to flow for weeks after Pris had begun to turn away. It had tasted good, and he trotted the memory out every time they made love. His hand drifted lower, and he could feel the wet diaper bunching between his fingers as he blindly probed. When he found the spot, Herb's fingers began to dance in lazy circles around her clit.

Julia gasped when he hit the spot, then urged him on. She was also discovering that a wet diaper offered a myriad of possibilities.

. . . .

Suzie looked up from her desk, the surprised look on her face mirroring her feelings. “Vic, what gives? I thought we agreed that I would talk to Ian tomorrow, during office hours.”

“Not the best setting. And besides, this meeting is mostly for Ian's benefit.”

“Do you want coffee, or should I break out the booze?”

“You keep alcohol in the house?” Now it was Ian's turn to be surprised.

“I'm not like Bernice. I need the occasional drink to keep me sane. Any sorority is one step shy of an asylum. It's all those raging hormones.”

“No booze. Vic is taking me to Murray's for dinner. Our first date, which probably won't finish up until sometime tomorrow morning.”

Suzie laughed. She knew exactly what Ian was implying.

“Let's skip the coffee,” Vickie suggested. “I just changed Ian's diaper at the mall, and Bernice or one of the girls will probably have to change me before we leave.”

Suzie sat back, and looked at Vic expectantly. This was clearly her show.

“Ian you wanted me to talk with Suz and clear the air, and we did just that earlier this morning. She wants to have a baby, she wants you to be the father, and I'm all for it. Sarah's all for it … nobody's going to object. We plan to sneak Suzie down for a lab draw on Tuesday afternoon before the auction. Linda will rush the results for us, and we'll have the answer before Suz and Em come back to the house. But there's no point if you're not willing to do this, so that's the conversation that you and Suz need to have. Neither one of us is here to point a gun at your head, but we do want you to know that you won't be betraying the commune if you go ahead. You will both have our blessing.”

“Why wait until tomorrow,” Ian countered as he reached for Vickie's hand. “I can give you my answer right now. I would be honored to father a child with Suzie, but with one proviso.” Ian stared straight at Suzie. “If you can have a baby, this will be our child, not yours. We have to find a way for our child to have a father as well as a mother.”

“Thank you, Ian.” Suzie was near tears. “Vickie has explained to me that there are rules in your house, and I am prepared to honor them. Never had sex in a crib before.”

“Hope that you like to be on top because that bullet in my spine limits my options.”

“My preference, actually … and the preferred position for women everywhere who are trying to get pregnant.” Suzie's face was alive with joy.

“As hard as it is to believe, there's a schedule here that I have to keep. Sarah is the gatekeeper, so we'll have to coordinate this with her. Sorry that we can't simply let romance bloom.”

“I understand. What's the count up to?”

“You're the sixth.”

Suzie could only shake her head in wonder. “We'll need Elaine's help. I'm hosting the whole Freeman entourage for the wedding. And I wonder how big a dent this is going to put in the CIA's budget. Security for the six of us, and then for the children, won't be cheap.”

“Don't worry about it,” Ian laughed. “It isn't called a contingency fund for nothing. I've been drawing on it for years. Irina Orlov isn't a cheap date.”

“And she will be number seven,” Vickie hooted. “Priscilla's right. Ian needs to father children on both sides of the Iron Curtain. Talk about keeping the lines of communication open!”

. . . .

“Get it all straightened out,” Bernice asked.

“Mom, you know about this?” Ian was flabbergasted.

“Of course. For all intents and purposes, I'm Suzie's Godmother. She came over earlier, and opened her heart. She loves you, Ian, and wants to have a baby. I raised all of the usual objections, but she waved them aside. She said that you and Elaine could work it so that she can have a child and raise it in the house. Vickie, can you imagine it? A baby being raised in a sorority, with some seventy odd girls in their late teens and early twenties, all those maternal hormones running wild. How many doting aunts can one baby have?”

“We'll find out on Tuesday if Suz is fertile. If so, we're good to go. But Ian wants everybody to remember that he'll be the father, and he's going to be deeply involved in raising his child from day one.”

“Earlier. I'm a big fan of Lamaze.”

Bernice smiled at that. It was so like Ian to want to be an active participant in the pregnancy. Not everyone in her family was happy about the adoption, but she was prepared to send them all to Hell. Ian was the son she had always wanted, and she had no words to describe how happy she was for Suzie. She still felt it best for Suzie to join the commune, but wherever the baby was raised, Ian would always be there for his son or daughter.

“How about you, Victoria? Eager for motherhood?”

“Hope to get the ball rolling tonight. For the obvious reason, I've put this off far too long. How odd, and yet how fitting, that Suz and I fell in love with the same wonderful guy, and he wants to have children with both of us. Life has finally done both of us a good turn.”

“It has indeed. And when you conceive, I hope that both of you will spend a lot of time on the Row. I want the girls to experience pregnancy with you, and if I had my way, childbirth as well. It shouldn't be hard to talk Suzie into a water birth in the house.”

“I like that,” Vickie sighed. “Rent a birthing pool, and set it up in the dining room. Send out invitations.”

“Water's heavy, Vic, and these houses all have basements. Be a bit embarrassing if the floor caved in.” Ian wasn't terribly keen on what he was hearing.

“Ian, don't be a Debbie Downer. It's a great idea, and we'll make it work.”

“Yes, Dear, but don't you think that we're getting ahead of ourselves? For the time being, shouldn't we concentrate on making babies?”

Vickie laughed, and leaned over to kiss Ian on the cheek. “You're right, Dear, and for that part at least we don't want witnesses. Now, it's off to Murray's. I'm going to feed you well, and then I'm going to take you home and knock your socks off.”

“Vic, I don't wear socks to bed.”

Vickie and Bernice both laughed. Ian clearly still had a lot to learn, and when it came to the bedroom no man could have better teachers than Suzie and Vickie.

“Do you want me to change your diapers?” Bernice didn't want either of them to leak all over the luxuriously upholstered chairs at Murray's.

Vickie raised her hand. Her bladder had let go when Ian started talking about how much water weighed. She needed a change, and her diaper bag was on the floor at her feet.

. . . .

“This is the part of being incontinent that I really hate,” Ian observed. “I mean, seriously. Why couldn't this have happened when we were at the sorority, where Bernice or Tippi could have handled it? Why put it off until we're almost at the restaurant, leaving you to change a dirty diaper on the back seat of a car in the dead of winter?”

“Ian, what's done is done. You've never heard me complain about changing you, and it's bound to happen in the future, so please don't let it spoil our date. Murray's is my favorite restaurant; I'm thinking we should order Chateaubriand for two, with loaded baked potatoes on the side.”

“You're right, Vic, and I apologize for grousing. Chateaubriand sounds great. I've only been here once before, with a colleague. The rib eye and New York strip were done just right, and I still see the baked potato in my dreams.”

“Not after tonight,” Vickie laughed. “I am filling you up now so that I can ravage your body later. Your dreams are about to be updated.”

“Making love in a crib to a woman I desperately love, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. What are we going to do about the diapers?”

“Mine stay off until we're ready to sleep, then you can do the honors. I'll put a changing pad under you, lose your baby pants, then unpin your diaper and let it flop. Don't worry about peeing on me; once you're hard, the problem goes away. And you are going to be hard, my love; I am going to ride you and ride you and ride you some more. I am hungry, and I'm not talking about food. Hungry and greedy. Once I've had my first twenty orgasms, then I'll think about letting you cum.”

“Ahem. Good evening, Doctor Robinson. It's good to see you again. And Professor Grady. You honor us with your presence.”

“Good evening, Maurice,” Vickie smiled. “Chateaubriand for two, with loaded baked potatoes.”

“An excellent choice. And may I recommend a Chateau Lafitte fifty-nine? It has matured beautifully in the bottle.”

“What do you think, Ian?”

“A good vintage, though I prefer the fifty-three myself. Perhaps one glass each. You're driving, Vic, and we're supposed to be cutting back.”

“Professor Grady, you are an excellent judge of wine. Alas, we uncorked the last fifty-three some three months ago. I fear that we shall encounter it no more.”

“Then the fifty-nine will do. Uncork it now, and let it breathe. Pour it five minutes before you serve the meal. One glass each.”

"I will set the bottle aside for your next visit. It is always a pleasure to serve a well informed client.”

“Maurice, Ian is a superb cook. Last night he did Greek, and the lamb was to die for. Next Saturday night he's doing Thai.”

“And what wine did you serve?”

“Kourtaki. I learned years ago that lamb deserves a simple resinated table wine. Followed, of course, by ouzo and kalamata olives.”

“An ideal combination. Again, we are honored to have you as our guest.”

“Thank you, Maurice. This is my second visit. I still dream about the baked potato.”

“The establishment's pride and joy. I shall personally select yours.” And with that, the waiter walked away.

“Now, where were we? Oh, yes, you were describing how you are going to ravage me.”

“And when you come, I want you deep inside me, making it easier for your little swimmers. I'll use a tampon to put a cork in the bottle, so to speak, and a week from now we'll know.”

“That soon?”

“As little as five days. Ian, once a woman reaches thirty, the guidelines all change. If my breasts become more sensitive or start to ache, that's a really good sign. If I start puking when I smell coffee, then there's no doubt. It would still take about five weeks to confirm the pregnancy, but believe me, I'll know.”

“And in Priscilla's case?”

“About two weeks for her to sense it, and five weeks to confirm. We can test much earlier, but the results aren't particularly reliable.”

“And the alcohol?”

“We have to give it up as soon as we know we're pregnant, but you need to quit right now. Ian, alcohol easily finds its way into your sperm; you don't want to pass it on to us.”

“Then it's back to breast milk in the morning. It will be up to Tippi to keep me on the straight and narrow at the office.”

“And she's been schooled to do so. Please don't give her a bad time.”

“I'll be a good boy, I promise.” Ian crossed his heart, and raised his hand on high.

Vickie leaned forward to rest her chin on folded hands. She stared lovingly at Ian. He was her first love, and he had captured her completely. There was room in her heart for her friends, and ample space for her children should she prove so fortunate, but Ian would always be the wellspring of her existence. In a matter of hours, she would show him the true measure of her love.

. . . .

“Right on time,” Sarah noted as, hand in hand, Ian and Vickie walked into the living room just before eight-thirty. “Did you have a good day?”

“The best,” Vickie smiled. “The zoo was a bit of a disappointment, but we visited the maternity shop to pick up a few things for Babs. When we got to the house, everyone was studying! Can you believe it? Anyway, we walked over and sat down with Suzie. We're all set. Linda can do the lab draw on Tuesday, Suzie's good with the crib, so if she's fertile we just need to adjust the scheduling. Six of us still leaves one day of rest for Ian.”

“Might need two if Suzie's still a maneater,” Ian warned.

“Good point. Sarah, we should probably lay out an eight day schedule. Might be better that way since we won't get into a rut.”

“True. Vic plan on taking Saturday night. Ian, you get Sunday off, and I'll pencil Suzie in for Monday. Tuesday off, then Francine on Wednesday, Pris on Thursday, Rita on Friday, me on Saturday, then Vic on Sunday and so forth.”

“And freebies whenever I want them, with the partner of my choice?” Ian was also planning ahead.

“For now. But let's revisit this as a family once we have confirmed pregnancies.” Sarah's tone was somber. “Right now, it's time for you two to get ready for bed. I've put changing mats in your crib, hung diaper bags for both of you from the bars, and moved a diaper pail close enough for you to reach it. So, go brush your teeth, crawl in, and I'll close up the nursery for the night.”

“Where is Pris sleeping,” Vic wanted to know.

“Pris and Francie have my room for the night. I'll camp out on the couch.”

Vic reached out to hug Sarah tight. “You're getting really good at this household management stuff,” she whispered.

“Get going you two.” Sarah patted Vickie on her well diapered butt. “Start making babies!”

“Yes, Ma'am,” Ian said as he saluted her. Sarah had mellowed, and their household was all the better for it.

. . . .

“Up you go, Dear.” Vickie had already removed Ian's vinyl pants; now it was a simple matter of getting him to stretch out and unpin his diaper. Totally nude, she would crawl into the crib and use her weight to anchor his legs. The crib had restraints but she didn't want to use them. She was going to play with him for a while, and she wanted him to be free to use his hands in response.

Ian had been waiting for this moment ever since Vickie ended up on top of him at Thanksgiving dinner. Lying on his back, he leaned forward to take her in his arms and pull her down. He kissed her savagely, driving his tongue deep into her mouth, which is right where Vickie wanted it to go. When it was her turn she returned the favor, Ian welcoming her kiss.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered as he gazed deeply into her eyes.

Taking her time, Vickie eased forward until Ian's mouth was directly beneath ground zero. It was play time. Although Sarah had told her what would happen, Vickie still gasped as Ian's tongue began to work its magic. He licked her clit with long, sure strokes, wanting to bring her right to the edge before he moved inside.

Reaching up, Vic began to pinch her nipples, pinch them hard. She moaned as she approached the cliff's edge, and screamed as she went over the side. The maelstrom swallowed her.

Ian was relentless. At dinner, Vic had said something about twenty orgasms, and he was game. His tongue moved in and out, back and forth. He could do this all night, and he would not desist until Vickie cried halt.

. . . .

In the living room, everyone smiled when they heard Vickie's screams, which overtook what was showing on TV. Sarah and Rita had been there at Thanksgiving, and they both knew that this moment had been postponed for far too long. This was Vickie's night; in a very real sense, this was the first time that she had ever made love. Come the morning, the old Vickie would be no more.

. . . .

Sliding backward, Vickie bent low to take Ian's cock into her mouth. He smelled of pee, but still she inhaled deeply. She worked up and down his shaft, wanting him rock hard when the moment came for mounting him.

He was ready. Vickie took him, gripped tight with well trained muscles, and settled into a rhythm. She paused only once, to fetch a tampon from the side pocket of her diaper bag. In the end, they came together in a thunderous climax, finishing with the tampon slamming home.

Vickie fell into Ian's arms. They would rest a while, and then they would diaper each other and go to sleep, Ian spooning her. Laying there, comfortable in his arms, Vickie prayed for new life to begin stirring inside her womb.

[Babypants]

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[Babypants]

Quickie historical quiz:

Ian is a big fan of Lamaze.  What is it, and when and where did it start?

[littlebopeeper]

Great chapter.  Herb and Julia putting diapers to the test in bed, Suzie joining the rotation just as Vickie and Ian finally make love, and Priscilla and Francine continuing to deepen their relationship.  Lots to unpack here.