Becky, Beth, and Baby Jaclyn (An All-New Jaclyn Adventure!) **Part V Posted 8/14/23**

[BabyGirlSJ]

So you may remember Jaclyn’s Journey (found in Completed Stories). It was my first try at writing a story, and while I liked it, re-reading it, I think it could have been better. This, more or less then, is a reboot of that story, since reboots are all the rage these days. It takes a somewhat similar, but also very different series of events. I didn’t like the sequel, found it to be much too bland and static. 

The first part should seem familiar, since that’s always been the way I wanted it to begin and end…the rest though will be much different. I always felt like the Rebecca relationship could be a centerpiece and was a missed opportunity in the original. Now, you’ll see my vision of that come to life. I hope you’ll all enjoy! 

 

I. 

“Wake up baby girl, today’s your big day,” a sing-song voice floated me awake, “it’s your 2nd birthday, and there’s so much to do with such a short amount of time! This is such a big day for you, hon, Mommy is juuuust so excited!”

I groggily awoke, taking in my surroundings. I lay in state in a large crib with sky scraping white bars. My room was decorated in a flowery motif with pink and white stripes, and a giant “Princess Jaclyn” hung from wooden letters above a closet. There were a few dressers, including a larger table with diapering supplies slinked on the top shelf. Next to my crib was a red haired woman with sultry looks...I was so lucky to belong to her...

I was snapped out of my daze by the drawl of the red head. “Cmon baby, you are really wet, Mommy Beth needs to change your icky panties, your guests are going to be here soon!”

Mommy Beth? Guests? A birthday party? I casually sucked on my pink pacifier, taking this all in for another day in a row. Mommy Beth took me out of my crib, led me to the changing table on the corner and began to change my diaper...everything came flowing back to me as I regained my footing for the daytime...it had been a long time, given the simple complexities of each day, I had begun to lose track, but I could not forget how it had all started and how I had gotten to this point...this was yet another “second” in a row. As I had my legs raised and my diaper slipped under me, I began to daydream off in my own space. 

I was put into a white sundress decorated with large splotches of pink polka dots. I had tights on over my legs and diaper, Mary Jane shoes, and, to top the look off, Mommy put my hair into cute pig tails with little pink bows. My thick diaper held serve underneath, obvious to anyone who saw me waddling. 

I held Mommy’s hand in a bit of a death grip; even though I’d been in this state for the better part of a decade plus, I was still modest. Mommy always told me that “Babies don’t care who sees them, you’re only there to be cute and cuddly,” but I still got worried about it.  To help with this, Mommy always gave me a binky to suck on, just to help ease my nerves. Today’s was my favorite, it was purple with Rarity from My Little Pony on it. It was my recent favorite show, I really believe in Friendship bring magic, plus Mommy got me all the dolls.

As we walked down the stairs, I was amazed at the sight that welcomed me; Mommy had really gone all out for this birthday. Even though I’d seemingly had a perpetual 2nd birthday each year dating back awhile, I always had to give it to Mommy, she really made it special every year. 

This year was no different. The living room was adorned with balloons and streamers in pink, white, and purple, all with this year’s My Little Pony theme. I wet my diaper a little just in the ensuing excitement. 

There was a “HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACLYN!” in big block letters strung in several places around the room. The tables had My Little Pony all over it. I was overwhelmed at the beauty of the whole setup, I really had the best Mommy in the world. 

“Mommy!” I exclaimed, “You made this sooo pwetty, fank you!” I spoke, my binky blocking my voice. 

Mommy wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly. “Of course Princess, you know how much Mommy loves you?”

“A wot”, I spoke.

“Mmmmmhmmm, and you are just the prettiest little princess either!” Mommy beamed with delight. 

“Now hon, your guests will be here soon, let’s go over to the couch and I’ll give you some lunch before they get here,” Mommy mentioned, motioning me to our plush leather couch, “and ooo they’re going to be just sooo excited to spend your happy day with you, little Princess Pie!”

I was excited; if this were like any of my previous parties, I’d get to see Aunt Claudia and her girls, Nana and Papa, some of Mommy’s work friends, and maybe some friends from day care. Most of all, I was most excited to see my older sister Samantha, who’d been away at college, but who Mommy said would be making a special trip for this; we’d even put off the party until the weekend to accommodate her dates, she was always so busy. Presents! I also couldn’t stop thinking about those either, I’m sure it would be another wonderful haul. 

I followed Mommy over, and climbed on her lap, my legs draped across it. Mommy took my binky out and unbuttoned her blouse, then clipped open the nursing bra that sat across her breasts. I moved quickly, beginning to suckle as she supported my head in one arm, and patting my bottom rhythmically with the other. 

My eyes closed a bit as the warm milk came flowing into my mouth, and my mind went back again to how I found myself in this wonderful woman’s grasp. I think I heard the door knock, but I was too on to Mommy’s milk to notice, or care. Besides, here I was, just a girl drinking her Mommy’s milk. Everyone visiting knew the drill anyway; we’d all known each other a long time. I began to daydream again, wetting my diaper as I relaxed...Mommy was so wonderful...the thoughts in my head merged into one....

As I snuggled on Mommy’s lap suckling the warm milkies from her luscious booby, my thoughts were interrupted by an all-too familiar rumbling in my tummy; it was all too often that this happened when I was on Mommy’s milk. I didn’t stop suckling because it was all going to go into the diaper anyway, and besides, I didn’t want to get up just yet because I was just so comfy in Mommy’s lap and on her boobs at the moment

“Mmmmm,” I somewhat audibly uttered, my protest somewhat timid, before grunting loudly and slowly pushing out the warm and sticky mess into the seat of my already wet diaper. 

Mommy stopped stroking my hair; she knew something was amiss. The stench of my mess began to waft up to both of our noses; as much as Mommy had tried to mitigate the smell, it still never was pleasant. 

“Baby girl, did you just do what I think you did?” Mommy asked me directly, taking me off her boob to look at me. It was a rhetorical question, we both knew the answer. 

I looked at her meekly; all I could do was nod sheepishly. I’d been in countless poopy diapers over the years, and although I’d become somewhat numb to it all, having gone through the motions as much as I had during the time, I still felt embarrassed every time I did it. 

Mommy sighed. “Well hon, we’re going to have to get you changed before the guests arrive, I thought your didee could have held up for a lot longer, I guess you had other plans, but that’s ok, because you’re just sooo cute, even when you’re poopy!” 

Mommy then sat me up, and had me sit on the couch while she went and got my diapering supplies. A few minutes later, Mommy reappeared, this time armed with a new diaper, wipes, and a changing pad. 

“Let’s just get you cleaned up here, Princess,” Mommy went on, “you know the drill.” 

I got up and waddled with my poop-filled diaper to where Mommy was kneeling; I instinctively and obediently layed down and assumed the position. 

Mommy pulled down my tights and lifted the bottom of my dress up. “Wouldn’t want to get this all grossy before your party, would we?”

Mommy asked. I shook my head in agreement. 

Mommy opened my diaper, fully exposing my poopy bottom to the world, and unleashing the smell on the whole room. Mommy, for her part, started to laugh. 

“Honey, you did a number on this, it’s a good thing your party hasn’t started, or you’d have ended it by this smell,” she said teasingly. 

Just then, the door began to knock. Before I could object, Mommy called out, “You can come in!” 

I began blushing, but as if Mommy could read my thoughts, she interjected. 

“Hon, I can’t keep people waiting outside because you don’t want to have them see your poopy bottom getting clean. It’s not like anyone here has never seen it before. “

Fair point, I supposed. Most of the people coming to the party had, at some point, the honors of changing one of my dirty diapers before, or had bore witness to it on one occasion or the other; it’s not like they were complete strangers. Before I could get any last bits of objection out, my plans were thwarted by the door opening. I did wonder who it was, and I was really hoping for Samantha. When I saw who it was, I was still excited; it was Aunt Claudia and my cousins! 

She came in with a few boxes wrapped in pretty paper. She was the spitting image of her sister, although they had different hair colors, but was a radiant beauty nonetheless. She was followed by my two cousins who brought several more. 

I looked up at Auntie Claudia, smiling, even in my pretty naked, poop-covered state. For their credit, they took it in stride; it was something they were pretty used to by now, and something they’d seen quite a few times. Aunt Claudia and the girls generally watched me when Mommy was working, and as a result, had changed me quite a few times, so this wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for them 

“Aww, is the birthday girl being a little stinky for her Mommy?” Claudia asked, bending down and playfully holding her nose. 

“Hey sis,” Mommy smiled, “we’re just finishing here, your niece decided to give back and give her Mommy a present on her birthday,” she said laughingly, “you’ve got a really excited little girl to see you, she’s been asking for you all week!”

As I looked up at Claudia, and my cousins Caitlin and Cassidy,I couldn’t help but feel loved. Both girls were chronologically younger than me in physical age, but were much older from a mental standpoint, and I had never been looked at by them as anything other than their baby cousin Jaclyn. They were always so kind and loving, I always felt entirely lucky that I had landed in this family that I now called my own. 

The cool wipe from Mommy’s dirty job reached deep in the crack of my bottom and up the delicate regions of my smoothly-shaved kitten (as Mommy lovingly referred to it as), and before long, Mommy had me clean, lifting up my bottom for a fresh diaper, and was pulling up my tights. She then popped my paci back in my mouth and started to clean up. 

Mommy got up to put everything away, and I ran over and jumped in Aunt Claudia’s lap. I gave her a giant hug, and then gave baby hugs and kisses to each of my cousins. 

“Tank you fow comin!” I spoke up, entirely overwhelmed by excitement, running over and hugging both of my cousins and my aunt. 

“Of course little Princess, we wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Caitlin replied. 

“Do you want us to take you up to your room to play before everyone else gets here?” Cassidy asked, motioning her hand towards mine. 

Mommy returned, overhearing this, and I looked up at her.

“That is such a great idea Cassidy, why don’t you and your sister take Princess Poopy Pants upstairs to play, which I’m sure she’ll adore, and I can finish arranging the rest of the decorations with your mom,” Mommy answered.

I was bursting with excitement. “Yay! Pomies!” I squealed behind my pacifier. 

I took Caitlin and Cassidy’s hand and walked upstairs with them. I was really the luckiest girl in the world.

Playing with my cousins was one of my favorite pastimes that I currently had going. Being regressed to the level of a baby meant that there were a lot of things that I used to do (or be able to do) that no longer existed or were permitted. As Mommy eloquently put it, “babies are to be cute and quiet, not ugly and loud.” I was ok with that, because even though I had admittedly lost a lot (given it up really), I’d also gained quite a bit in regard to what my desires had driven me to. Was it a case of being careful what I wished for? Absolutely, but in all honesty, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.  

Caitlin and Cassidy were high school aged, separated by a mere 18 months. Even though I was technically “older” than them both, they, in all reality had surpassed me mentally a long time ago. We’d known each other running a decade, and over that decade, we’d gotten close, having a lot of fun times with both them and Samantha, my older sister. They were usually Mommy’s go-to sitters when she was at work and Aunt Claudia was occupied with her own work or social life. From a young age, they were involved with helping the adults feed, change, and other activities with “the baby”. 

They both were spitting images of their mom; it seemed to be a genetic thing that all of the women in the family looked alike. I was the outlier for obvious reasons, but was well-loved and never treated any differently. For that, I was extremely grateful. 

Today, I was super excited to play My Little Pony with the two of them. I’d probably made them watch Friendship is Magic more times than they’d care for, but to their credit, they always humored me with it. Mommy had gotten me the complete set; I was truly a spoiled princess, but I never let it go to my head.

We reached the door to my nursery, Caitlin in front holding one hand, Cassidy bringing up the back holding my other. We went and sat down on the beanbag collection in the corner; it also happened to be where my toy chest was. 

Sitting on a beanbag in a diaper is definitely a uniquely great feeling; it’s like having two pillows under your butt. Mommy made sure to get thicker diapers for “my big messies”, and it definitely made things, like beanbags, a different feeling than they had been in my previous life. It all seemed so far away when I used to take bong rips on a beanbag, and my only interaction with them now was playing ponies with my cousins. It was different, there really was no freedom to speak of, but you know what? I loved every bit of this all. 

“Cuzzy wuzzy, what are we going to play today? “ Cassidy inquired. 

“Wawity! I wan Wawity!” I yelped, pointing to my beloved Rarity doll on the corner of my dresser. 

Caitlin walked over and grabbed it, while also grabbing a Rainbow Dash for herself and a Fluttershy for Cassidy.

“Here you go cutie pie,” she handed it to me, brandishing a smile. 

“So pretty pants, are you excited for today? I heard SAMANTHA is coming..the three of us may have a surprise for your little tushie!” Cassidy started laughing. 

I wondered what it was, dribbling a little pee into my thirsty and waiting diaper while I did so. 

“Wha is it Caffidy?” I inquired, “Caitwin?”

They both laughed, “It’s a surprise Jacy, you’ll just have to wait and see! It wouldn’t be a surprise if either of us told!” Caitlin spoke up. 

I raised my hands out, “Huggy?” 

“OFFFF COURRRRSE” they both laughed.

They both came close and we all huddled close in a group hug. I felt so loved. 

We continued playing upstairs; there was noise downstairs that made it sound like more guests had arrived. We didn’t stop for a long time, having a grand adventure in Ponyville solving a friendship mystery. The girls were great story tellers and we had a blast. 

Finally we were interrupted by Aunt Claudia, who arrived into the room amidst a cacophony of laughter over some silly adventure taking place between the three of us. 

“Girls, I hate to break this up, but everyone’s almost here, and they want to see the baby too! Do you mind bringing her down? We are going to be getting started soon!” 

“Of course Mom, we’ll get this picked up and bring the baby down when we’re done, it shouldn’t be more than a few minutes.” Cassidy spoke up. 

The baby. That was me. I’d heard it a million times, but it never got old. It truly brought a blissful feeling to my little self. I couldn’t wait to see everyone else and see what the older girls had planned. It was going to be a special day for sure.

I sat on the floor of my nursery while Cassidy and Caitlin hurriedly moved about the room, putting away my toys. After they were done, Cassidy walked over and hiked up my dress. 

“Now little girl, everyone is almost here, let’s check your didee before we take you downstairs; we wouldn’t want a wet little Princess before her big party, would we?”

Cassidy looked so much like Aunt Claudia and had her motherly quality, it was uncanny. She and Caitlin had changed me plenty of times before, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary. And, I was wet, having gone a few times since my last poopy mess, so, it probably was necessary. At this point, I had zero (if any control) and constantly dribbled in my diapers, whether I knew I was going or not. Even when I’d knowingly flooded my diapers, they were still probably significantly wet by the time that flooding came around; I needed changed around the clock like a newborn basically, a testament to Mommy Beth’s diaper training techniques over the years. I didn’t mind, it was what I wanted.

“No Caffuhdy,” I replied with a lispy response from behind my binky. 

“Good girl, I knew you’d see if my way, let’s check you then!” Cassidy exclaimed happily. 

She kept my dress hiked up, pulled down my tights, and squeezed the front of my diaper, then stuck two fingers inside.

“Mmmhmmm, just what I expected, you were just so excited to be playing with your favorite cousins that it just happened, huh Princess?” 

“Yettthhhh,” I replied, almost giggling. 

“It’s ok little Princess, we know babies can’t help where they go, that’s why you have such cute little didees!” Caitlin added, teasingly playing with my hair. 

“Well little girl, your Mommy wouldn’t want a wet girl, and you wouldn’t want to have to stop having a fun time together with everyone to get a silly diaper change, so head up to your changing table, and we’ll get you all clean!” Cassidy laughed. 

She helped me up to the top of my table, taking out a new pink diaper, wipes, powder, and everything to make me clean. 

She carefully slid down my tights, unveiling an already-soaked diaper. I knew that I’d gone, but I didn’t realize I’d gone as much as I did. Good thing I had a diaper on, I thought. 

Cassidy made quick work of my diaper, whisking up my skinny legs, pulling out the used ones, wiping me, lifting me up again and putting a new one under me, taping it all back up. Before she pulled my tights back up, she handed my used diaper to Caitlin to throw away. 

“See Caity, not just the birthday girl gets presents today! I get to do a change, you get a peepee diaper!” She laughed. 

Caitlin took it in stride, laughing all the while. By the time she had tossed it in my diaper genie, my change was done and I was all dressed up. 

“Awwwright baby girl, it’s party time!” They both exclaimed in unison. 

They both grabbed my hand, and we headed down to the party, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

We walked down the stairs, my hand each in one of my cousin’s. I’d been so excited for this day to come, it was hard to believe another year had come and gone at this wonderful place. 

As I came down the stairs, I heard voices. Familiar ones. They were laughing and carrying on like it was completely normal to be at yet another birthday that had a never-changing number. About the only thing that changed at these parties were my dirty diapers, and I was perfectly fine with that. In any case, Mommy and Auntie Claudia had done an amazing job on the final decorations, the day was going to be perfect. 

The room was full of love; I saw my Mommy, Becky, Auntie Claudia,  Mommy’s friends Meg, Rachael, and Dana (who basically were my Aunties anyway). There were a few friends from daycare that I played with regularly, as well as Dana’s two daughters who seemingly had been my playmates forever, even if they now were older than me. It all seemed like the most natural thing in the world. 

Everyone was there. Except Samantha. Where was she? Mommy said she would! Where was she? My infantile emotions began to get the best of me, and I began to cry. Soon it broke into an all-out drainage of tears. I couldn’t stop them. 

“WHEA...IS....SAMANTHWAAA????” I could hardly be consoled. I wiggled myself out of my cousins’ hands, threw myself down, kicking my legs up and down; luckily, my diaper broke my fall. 

Mommy rushed over, I think halfway embarrassed, but mostly in a consoling manner. She took me and held me close. 

“Honey, it’s ok, it’s ok, she’s going to be here a little later, she’s getting your present ready, shhhh it’s ok Hon, it’s ok, everybody’s here, they’re all so happy to see you, please don’t cry...” she kissed me on the forehead. 

I felt a little better. I’d been missing Samantha so much, I’d felt abandoned by her since she went off to college. I just hoped she would be here, Cassidy and Cait said the three of them did have something. My tears subsided at that happy thought. Besides, a lot of great people were here, and well, I needed to be a good little girl. It was my party, and I could cry if I wanted to, but Samantha would be here, she had to be. 

I grabbed Mommy’s hand and stayed close. I’d just embarrassed myself crying about something that probably shouldn’t have been cried about, but I just felt like I needed my Mommy at that moment. Her hand holding mine gave me all the security I needed. As we went from guest to guest, I was so happy I was hers, she had truly given me a most wonderful life. My journey to being Mommy Beth’s baby girl had started some time before. I was fully conscious now and as my wet diaper was mercifully changed into something dry, I looked at my Mommy’s radiant smile, sucked on my pacifier and began to daze back onto how it had all began...

II. 

So, you might be wondering how I wound up where I currently sat in my padded infantile state. Well, it’s a long story, and it was a long descent; I’ll be here to narrate it the best I can. Even if I have the current faculties of a two-year old toddler, I can still remember the whole series of events like they happened yesterday. My memories may change, I may push out a lot of my previous life in favor of my new one, but I’ll never forget how I got to be Mommy Beth’s darling baby girl. I was taken by surprise, not too happy at first, but in all reality, it was something I ultimately learned not only to live with, but also to love my new role in life. Let’s begin with how it all started. 

Long before I became Mommy’s darling little baby girl, I had been a successful college student. Rather than doing what most people my age were doing, namely partying, drugs, and probably wild sex, my studiousness led me to choose a different route, that being a summer internship at some company that I’d applied to on a whim. I guess I’d landed it with a heart wrenching essay I’d submitted about my neglect-filled upbringing, at least according to the feedback I’d gotten after I’d been offered the internship. The lady who’d recruited me said this was an opportunity for a “new lease on life”, whatever that meant. 

In any case, it was a really exciting time in my life. I felt like a success for the first time in ages, motivated by an Everest-sized chip on my shoulder that had been set up by an entire host of doubters who constantly told me what a screwup I was going to become. I was an only child, and I’d lost my parents as a teenager to a terrible drunken driving accident that I was party to while riding in the backseat of their car. This led me to bounce around my relatives’ homes from time to time, and finally out of their eternal pessimism to finally attend college on my own, with a vow to never look back or to have anything to do with anyone.  I was a bit of a loner, but that added a series of flexibility to my life that made me want to take chances and see what the world had to offer. Best of all? I finally moved to the city, out away from the strange stayed shackles of suburbia that had seemingly held me back for seemingly eternity. 

Yes, today was the beginning of a new day, as you could probably say. The internship was starting, and I’d hoped that it would lead to something more successful in my life, at least out of the doldrums that I’d found myself in before college. Internships like this seemingly led to stones being turned over both immediately and in the future, and I was certainly excited for what the future would hold after this summer’s work was completed. The internship was located in the same city that I found myself in, and ultimately, it seemed to fit like a glove. As I mentioned earlier, I was lured by promises of a “family environment” and something that resembled a “new lease on life”. 

The only drawback that I had was that the car accident that I’d been in had given me extreme anxiety issues, which manifested as panic attacks, and with that, I often found myself wetting my pants in an uncontrollable manner. As I’d moved out of my relatives’ houses, those seemed to subside, but they unfortunately would rear their ugly head from time to time. For the most part though, I had it under check for the most part. My new internship made me a bit nervous, but these sorts of things were typical; I could see it possibly becoming a problem, but I hoped that it wouldn’t. Before college, I’d worn Pull-Ups from time to time, especially to bed, which is when those things happened generally. There were daytime things too, but through my various life events, I’d cut back on those issues considerably. I hoped that they wouldn’t happen at work, I didn’t think that it would, but it was something that happened in the back of my head. 

My intern position was just that, an “intern”. I had an interest in accounting and finance, and this played into it. The internship had something to do with logistical operations, and played right into my wheelhouse, featuring a heavy dose of Microsoft Excel, as well as several other applications that I found interesting and useful. Outside of that, the rest of it was fairly vague, other than saying it would provide a “structured work environment”, as well as some modicum of “support”. I was inquisitive by nature, so the generalities of it made me fairly interested. I figured I could “learn on the job” and succeed that way. We’d see how it went, I figured. 

I had found the company’s offices, at least where I assumed they were, and I walked through to a main desk, where I was to get a temporary ID badge. After checking in at the deak, and getting into a relatively faceless elevator, those assumptions were solidified when I saw the name for the company on the elevator. As the elevator climbed the structure, my anxiety set in. I had no idea what to expect; I thought it would go well, but at the same time, new things like this, especially with complete strangers, always led me to have a knot in my stomach. 

The elevator finally opened up, revealing a glass entry way with the company’s logo on the background in well-lit, very impactful large lettering. Beneath that sign, sat a desk with a fairly attractive young woman, likely in her early-to-mid 20s, manning the desk. She looked up at me as I stepped onto the floor,  her emotionless expression suddenly turning into a smile. She was very attractive; she had dark hair and light eyes, and a beautiful radiance that really reverberated from her smile. If there was something that was love at first sight, this might have been it; I felt drawn to her presence, like our spirits had collided after billions of dimensions apart. Maybe this wouldn’t be such an anxiety-inducing experience, after all.

Disarmed by the smile, I stuck my hand up in an awkward wave, and all I could do was say “Hi.”

“Hi there! Can I help you today?” the light eyed beauty asked. 

Almost stuttering, I finally spoke, “Uh, I’m a new intern, I was supposed to start today, so I guess I’m just here.” 

I awkwardly stumbled through the conversation. I was never good with words, especially around someone that I found attractive. Today was no different; in fact, it seemed exponentially so.

“Oh, so your name is ‘Here’, huh? Well lemme look…Nope! There’s no one named ‘Here’ that I’m supposed to check in,” she told me, somewhat sarcastically, although playfully so. 

I awkwardly laughed. I hadn’t had someone do this before, at least not in a long time. “My name is Chase,” I told her, “I’m sorry about that.”

“AH! You’re Chase! I see that name here! You ARE in the right place, then,” she told me. I liked this girl, I liked her a lot. 

“You’re name is…” I started.

“Rebecca, but most people call me Becky,” she told me, “I’m kind of the gatekeeper here, if you couldn’t tell.”

“Uhh, nice to meet you too!” I awkwardly sputtered. I didn’t come across as the most smooth; it was easy to see why I’d never really dated before. 

“Not much for words,” she started, “maybe we can fix that this summer,” she smiled. 

“Yeah, absolutely,” was all I could respond. Like I said, I was never much of a wordsmith, especially so with attractive members of the opposite sex. 

I found the whole office to be quite an aesthetically pleasing place. There was a fountain on the wall behind Rebecca’s desk,  with a cascade of water going down the wall. It must have been a relatively new setup, at the very least, it was incredibly modern. There was a lot of glass and a lot of nice offices all around. Very nice place, I thought, I always had a fascination with water, though, so maybe I’d have thought that about any place with a waterfall in it. Still, it wssn’t something I’d ever come across before; I felt like a stone age citizen looking at fire for the first time. 

“Well, even though you’re talking my ear off,” she told me sarcastically, “who were you here to see today? Do you know who you’ll be interning with?” 

“Uhhh…” was about all I could say. Damn me and my crush-ed up thought process.

“That brain is hard at work thinking, I see,” she laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll check…” 

“Ahh, I see here, you’re with Beth! She’s amazing, really amazing, I think you’ll like working with her. Wait one sec and I’ll ring her up.”

“Thanks,” was all I could say.

“Don’t mention it baby,” she told me, causing me to blush. 

As I waited, my thoughts went a million places. The wait seemed like an eternity, and my anxiety spiked. Besides sometimes peeing my pants when this happened, I also had a tendency to just blurt something out, which happened here. 

“Uh hey..uh Rebecca?” I asked. 

“Yes?” she looked at me.

“I’m kind of new to the city”, I stretched the truth of course, as I’d been going to school here,”would you uh…like to go do something this weekend?” 

She looked at me quizzically, which turned into a smile, “Aww, you’re so cute,” she teased, “Yes, of course I would, let me give you my number, call me later,” she smiled, writing a number down on a piece of paper and handing it to me. 

My anxiety lifted, at least for the short-term being. I felt like I’d been gifted a diamond encrusted tray of gold and platinum bars, the luckiest person in the universe at that juncture. Short-term gains I guess, right? 

My jovial thought process was soon interrupted by the sound of a door opening up behind me. I saw Rebecca look up and once again turn to a smile. I turned the same direction; meeting my glance was a woman who seemed quite taller than me. She stood about 6’3’ with an athletic build. She had flaming red hair pulled back in a ponytail, with crystal blue eyes. She wore a very professional set of clothing, with white shoes, a grey top, and a black business skirt. From her looks, she appeared to be in her late 30s-early 40s. She was stunningly looking, well-built with an impressive stature. What was in the water at this place? Did the waterfalls here have special powers. I wondered if this was…

“Beth! Hello! How are you today?” Rebecca asked.

“Hi Becky, doing fine, yourself?” the gargantuan beauty asked. 

“Just great! I’ve met the new intern, this is Chase,” she introduced me. 

“Well, hello Chase, I’m Beth, it’s very nice to meet you, I believe we spoke on the phone a little while back?” 

Did we? The voice did seem familiar. I decided to just roll with it. 

“Yes! I think we did,” I spoke rather quickly.

My anxiety grew again, but I didn’t know why. Maybe it was because this woman towered over me. I was never what you’d consider an average height, much less a tall person. I stook about 5’7’, maybe 5’6’ or 5’5’ without my shoes on. I didn’t want to have anxiety, but I always seemed to have it when meeting new people, or in situations like this. 

“Well, it’s nice to finally put a face to all of it,” Beth chuckled, “why don’t I show you around?” 

I nodded in agreement, “Sounds good to me.”

“Come on ahead and follow me then,” Beth instructed, rather directly, before turning to Rebecca, “See you later Becky, have fun out here, but not too much fun!” 

“Oh of course not, you know how it is,” Rebecca smiled, before looking at me, “Byyyye Chase, it was so nice to meet you, talk soon!” 

I blushed a bit, “Bye Rebecca, and most definitely!” Like I said, I was hardly a wordsmith. 

We finally walked through the frosted doors and onto the office floor. Beth must have noticed my blush. 

“I see you and Becky have made fast friends,” she laughed, ‘Becky has that sort of effect on everyone, we’re really lucky to have her, I’m sure you two will get to know each other fairly well,” she told me. 

It seemed a bit puzzling, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Still, I just kind of nodded in agreement, “She seems really nice,” I said.

“Oh she is, she most definitely is, I like to pat myself on the back for hiring her out of college a few years ago, she’s been a wonder here,” Beth told me, before continuing, “now lets see the rest of the office, shall we?”

We walked through the doors, and like I said, it was pretty impressive and modern. There was a lot of glass and a lot of nice offices all around. We snaked through the floor, going through several sets of doors before we finally reached a set of what appeared to be the main offices. 

“Now this is my office,” Beth told me, “I’ll probably have you working a lot in here and all over the place, though, I’ll introduce you to everyone,” Beth told me. 

It was spacious, full of light, and reeked with power. The office was full of statues, diplomas, and anything else. There was a light hue over everything; the back of the office was a giant window that looked forth over the other accompanying skyscrapers around the area. 

As she explained everything going on and around, another woman walked in. She wore a maroon blouse with a grey skirt. Her hair was dark brown and tied up in a bun, and she had incredibly striking eyes. She wore dark framed glasses and looked like she could have been a librarian in a previous life. 

“Beth! Who is this?” the woman asked, somewhat rhetorically. Whatever rigidity she initially projected melted off immediately with her somewhat happy, warm, and welcoming tone. 

“Oh! this is Chase, he’s our new intern this summer,” Beth kind of nudged me forward, “Chase, this is Megan, she’s one of our best financial wizards here, you’ll probably learn a lot from her too this summer” almost complimentary. 

“Oh Chase, I’ve heard so much about you, Beth has raved about you to me so much!” Megan told me, sticking her hand out to shake my hand. 

“Nice to meet you too,” I told Megan, it was all I could muster. Like I said, I wasn’t much for words, especially in these sorts of things. 

Well, I have a bunch of stuff of my own to do,” Megan told us, “it was sure nice to meet you though, I had to come over and introduce myself,” she told me, before heading out to leave. As she left, I found myself alone with Beth once again. 

It was an odd setup, I thought; there seemed to be only women working at this place, except for me. I hadn’t seen any other men around here, besides me, but who knew. I hadn’t worked in these sorts of things before, so maybe this was the norm. To be completely honest, I’d always felt more comfortable around women than men anyway, so maybe this wasn’t the worst thing in the world. 

As Megan left, Beth began chatting me up again, “Take a seat, let’s fill you in on what you’ll be doing this summer, I’m sure you’re probably curious.”

I nodded, and she continued. 

“I was going to have you working with Brian, our head of marketing, but he’s been sent across the country for the rest of the month, so I’m going to have you working here as my assistant for the time being. I haven’t been able to find one of my liking and given your aptitude in college and your life’s experiences, I think you might be a natural fit.”

I wondered what, if any experience I’d be getting now. I imagined a personal assistant to be something of a glorified secretary, and I think that was Rebecca’s job.

“Does this mean I’ll just be answering phones all day?” I meekly asked. 

“Oh no, this means you’ll get to sit in on all of my important meetings, and yeah, you’ll probably be answering phones a lot but there’s a ton of great things you’ll get to have experience in too,” Beth reassured me. 

Sounded good I guess. I figured some experience was better than no experience, and who was I kidding? This wasn’t like I’d graduated at the top of my class from an Ivy League school and was doing this; I was just going after my first year, after all. I shouldn’t carry unrealistic expectations, though it was generally a fault of mine. 

“So let me take you over to your workspace,” Beth told me before chauffeuring me over to a nearby desk that was nearby her office.  It was a pretty modern desk with a nice leather rolling chair behind it; in many respects, it was pretty much a blank canvas. I liked it, it made me feel important in  a strange sort of way, I guess. 

Beth continued, “Feel free to decorate it how you like, re-arrange things and put them in places where it’s going to be easiest for you to work during the day, I have no set standards.”

Sounded good, I guess. As much as a stumbler I was with words, I liked to decorate and make stuff my own. I didn’t have a chance to do it much growing up, it was something I’d been working at when I went off to college. Blank canvases were the best sort of canvases, that was my philosophy.

“I’ve got some stuff for you to start organizing, do you know Microsoft Excel?” Beth asked me. 

“I do quite a bit, actually,” I told her, “it’s probably my favorite computer program.”

“Well that’s fan-tastic! I’ll be bringing over a company laptop and you can start putting things in. It should be a bit of trial and error, so be sure to bring over your progress to me and I’ll get you straightened out if you get lost. Sound good?”

“Yeah, that works.”

She brought over a set of files, and I started to try and get my brain wrapped around them. There were quite a few, I’d have to figure out organizing them and then figuring out how to put them onto the Excel file I was going to start. I figured Beth would correct me if I did anything terribly outlandish, so I wasn’t too worried there. I should have been worried about other things though, things going on inside of me. I was so nervous about making a first impression that I had neglected to use the bathroom at all, choosing instead to keep up on my work.  After a bit, I’d finally hit a groove, and was moving steady through the files when the pressure on my bladder hit a crazy fever pitch. I should have gone, I should have taken a break; I don’t think anyone would have cared. Pretty soon, I felt the front of my pants grow warm; what ever was I going to do? 

[keith60]

good story  i hope there is more soon

[BabyGirlSJ]

III

As I felt the front of my pants growing warm, it brought back many a familiar feeling that I’d experienced ad nauseum when I was younger. I got nervous, put off a bunch of things, including the bathroom, and soon, It found its way from my severely underperforming bladder and into my pants. I’d gotten away from it the most part during college after leaving all of the negative distractions behind, but apparently it was raising its ugly head again. And on the first day of what I felt was an important internship, nonetheless. Things could never go right it seemed like; one step forward, ten steps backwards. 

Rather than wallow in the misery of my own situation though, I made a split second decision to jump up and head to the bathroom, trying to hold back the floodgates as much as possible. I hoped that it would hold, otherwise I’d have something embarrassing to explain on just a few hours on the job. I sprinted through like I was driving the Autobahn, weaving my way around people, carts, and everything else, before finally finding my holy grail of the moment, the men’s bathroom. I never thought I’d be so happy to find one, but here we were. I ran into a stall, quickly pulled my pants down and peed what seemed to be the Niagara Falls into the toilet. My bladder and my sanity never seemed so relaxed and relieved. I had a bit of a warm spot on the front, but nothing that I couldn’t handle. I’d worn dark jeans to work today, so it kind of blended in. 

Walking back to my desk feeling like the proudest person in the world, I was greeted by a gigantic presence standing near it. A red-headed one. Beth I hoped I hadn’t done anything wrong; she looked a little concerned. 

“Everything ok there?” she asked.

I nodded, “Uh yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

Laughing, she told me of witnessing my run for the roses, “You looked like you were running an Olympic race there, I hadn’t seen anyone or anything move that fast since the last Summer Olympics,” she smiled. 

I was a little embarrassed, “Sorry you had to see that, just a bad bathroom break.”

Why did I say that? I could have used anything else. 

“Well, maybe next time you should try to go potty more so we don’t have these office races,” she playfully chided. 

The term “potty” struck me as juvenile, but I was just running a sprint through the office; I wasn’t in any position to dispute her position, I guess. 

“Good idea,” I told her. All I had left at this point was to be agreeable. 

“So hopefully the work was going well?” she asked. 

“Oh yeah, of course, lemme show you what I was working on,” I told her, offering any distraction from what had become a rather embarrassing endeavor. 

I took out the files and showed all the work I’d done; it was quite impressive, but I fancied myself to be a wizard with the program, so I guess maybe it shouldn’t have. Besides the near pee pants, I having a great time so far. 

“This is really impressive; look at you! Hitting the ground sprinting the first day at work!” she praised me, while also adding a hint of tease. She was kind of fun, at least as a boss; was it always going to be like this? 

“Thank you!” I told her, I felt like I was moving places, even on this first day. 

“Don’t mention it, we’re happy you’re here; keep up the good work!” and she sauntered off. 

The rest of the day went fairly well; there were no other scares to particularly take note of. I was happy to get out for the day. The night hadn’t settled in, nor had sunset, so I was happy for the few hours of sunlight I had left during the day. As I walked out of the office, I first went and said goodbye to Beth, and finally headed out the door. The day was embarrassing enough; I didn’t want to particularly make any small talk. On my way to the last door, like so many bosses at the end of a video game, there sat Rebecca, who also seemed to be finishing things up. 

“See ya later Rebecca,” I told her.

“Oh! You have a great day too, we’ll see you tomorrow!” she told me rather quickly. I figured I might have a chance to go run around with her now that she seemed to be on her way out as well. 

“Hey, uh, Rebecca…” I asked, my words wandering. 

“Yes?” she replied.

“Do you want to go do something now that work’s over?” I asked. I took a shot, I guess, at least I could say that. 

“Well, you know, I’d love to, buuuut, I’ve got some stuff to go do tonight, something I’d been planning for a few weeks, not tryin’a blow you off or anything, cutie,” she told me. 

“Oh ok,” I meekly replied. I felt a little embarrassed at my poor attempt at being smooth. 

“But you know, you have my number, and it’s not like I’m going anywhere, this weekend? I’ll be free then, I promise, let’s make that a date, deal?” she was rather assertive, and almost driving the conversation.

“Yeah, you know what? That sounds amazing,” I told her, “I’ll see you then, have a great night!”

“You too cutie!” she told me, smiling.

I wandered off. My thoughts were going a bunch of different directions, if I was being honest. She seemed to really like me, but she also called me names like “cutie”, something I’d heard my older cousins refer to kids they were babysitting. I hope she looked at me like I was in college; I was a little smallish for my age, sure, but I thought I had a lot to offer. In any case, I felt like I was a million dollars; I had a girl that liked me, an actual girl that liked me! I couldn’t believe it. 

I walked out onto the humid and hot street. The sun was bearing down, and I wanted to find a place to hide out from it. Heading back to my lowly apartment was definitely an option, but I wanted to go out and explore tonight. I’d spent the better part of my last year with my nose in books, and now that I was working without any expectations of homework, I finally felt like I had some freedom to go out and see things without feeling an academic sense of guilt about it all. 

There was a lot to see here; I headed to a bookstore first to find something to read; the magazines were always cheap entertainment, it was a bit of a refuge during the times when I was a teenager in suburbia. This was a bit of a refuge today, but I was actually enjoying myself instead of mercifully counting down the hours before I’d had to head back to my abuse-ridden home. The only thing I was battling tonight would be loneliness, so I figured a bit of wandering could be the cure for that. I found a few magazines about comic books and the latest action figures coming out; even though I was 18, I still was a kid at heart, and it was one of my life’s desires to collect as many Star Wars action figures in general. I had my few characters I liked, but I figured if I ever had enough time and money, I could set up a cool diorama or two. Same went for Lego sets; I could spend hours building those, either by instruction or my own creation. I was simple and easy to please. 

The time went by, and I figured I’d grab something to eat; there was something in the store here, but I wanted to get pizza or a burrito, which wasn’t on the menu. I reluctantly got up and headed out, hitting the bathroom on my way back out. I stepped outside and was greeted by what seemed to be a toned down heat, cooler temperatures, and that combination meant great walking weather, which meant even more time I could spend outside avoiding the void of loneliness that so often inhabited my studio apartment. 

I found a nearby pizza shop and ate alone, surrounded by my thoughts. The first day at work seemed to be pretty good, other than the near miss in my pants, something I vowed to not let happen again. I tried to get it out of my mind and not fixate on that sort of thing, as I was prone to do. My thoughts at this point were turned onto the pizza. It was fantastic; but who didn’t like pizza? Was there a better thing to eat when you needed something fast and good? I think not. I was impressed, but I always was. Maybe it was how sheltered I’d been, but I tried to look at the best with everything. I had a thing for food too, I liked all kinds, but this probably had something to do with basically being forced to eat the same thing over and over during my bounce a longs at my relatives’ homes. I no longer could stand the smell of fried food, I was really into trying to eat somewhat healthy, although I did cheat with pizza and burritos at times; but what cheats those would turn out to be!

After dinner, I decided to go out and wander more, and I walked more aimlessly around the streets. There were all sorts of boutique shops with basically anything you could want to buy, whether it was clothes, shoes, purses, and even baby gear! It was like a designer paradise, which I’d found to be really cool, even if I didn’t even dabble in these sorts of things. I was fairly simple and straightforward; I’d wear the same pair of jeans for a week, and I rarely changed my underwear or socks. I wasn’t the most financially sound, so I often cut corners, particularly on my dress. I had no one to really impress, and besides, I’d blown the last of my cash surplus on a few sets of nice work clothes that I’d hoped would last all week. 

Eventually, something did catch my eye; it was a blue neon sign. It was almost welcoming but warning at the same time to keep out. In big letters, it said something like “BOUND TOGETHER” and there was a blue neon pair of handcuffs underneath it. There was a sign that said “new members welcome, inquire within” and that was that on an otherwise faceless door. Seemed harmless enough, I suppose, and to be honest, I had no reason to even inquire about such a thing. I had a hard enough time being a member of my clubs at school during the year, I didn’t know if I could add another one to that list. You only live once though, right? I decided to see what this whole thing was about, so I carelessly went inside. 

It was ordinary enough; it was a fairly listless room with all the ambiance of a bad funeral home lobby. Instead of a grey haired guy standing by the podium though, there was a woman sitting behind a desk. She had raven hair, eyes of blue steel, and was dressed somewhat professionally with a blouse and a wavy top. Our eyes met, and I got a shudder as it seemed like she was merely peering through the deep crevasses of my soul. 

“Can I help you?” she asked. 

“Uh…I’m here to ask about membership?” I replied rather clumsily. 

“Ah! You saw the sign! Do you feel like you’d be a fit here at Bound Together?” she asked rather directly. 

“I mean, sure, I guess? I’m new to the area, and this whole city scene in general, and well, I think it’d be great to meet new people,” I replied. 

“Fantastic! You’re into scenes and meeting people! This is the right place then! You’ll find a very welcoming environment here, I can assure you,” she assured me. 

I was a dumb sheltered kid. I didn’t know what I was getting into, but I just kind of went along with it anyway. I took this to be some sort of athletic club, or some sort of place to discuss books, or something like that, maybe play video games, that had to be it, right? At the time, I didn’t realize “scene” meant something completely different in the context of this place. 

“Yeah, that sounds great, how do I join?” I asked.

“Well, let me get you the right forms,” she told me, “I’m Carlee, by the way,” she informed me.

“Oh cool, I’m Chase, it’s nice to meet you,” I told her. 

Carlee handed me a short little paper, “Just fill out your name and address here, don’t worry, we don’t sell the information, it stays encrypted here, you know, so prying eyes don’t know.”

I thought it was a little strange for a meetup place, but I went with it anyway. I filled it out, and then paid the requisite $20 membership fee that lasted annually. Apparently, I couldn’t go to the bar here, but I was free to do anything else; I had to wait for bar access until I was 21. 

“Well, you’re all set to go, there’s a room in there for basically everyone,” she told me, “have fun and enjoy!” 

“Thanks Carlee, thanks for everything!” I told her. 

“Don’t mention it,” she said as I wandered into the next room, completely unprepared for what was about to greet me. 

I walked into the next door, and the dimly lit got even more dimly lit. There was a bar with neon signs around it, and seemingly large number of people, all dressed very, um, uniquely. My mind exploded at the possibilities, I was overwhelmed with it all, but I still found myself very, uh, entranced? There were women leading men around on leashes, people dressed up in different outfits, some dressed in animal costumes, and just all sorts of crazy things. I couldn’t comprehend it all. It all seemed so incredibly natural to me, something that made me feel almost at home, a sense of belonging almost. In all honesty, it blew my sheltered little brain, and though I was the furthest thing from closed minded, I didn’t quite know what to think of it all.

“You look a little lost there boy-o,” I heard a male voice, “do you want some company?” 

I turned around and saw a man dressed with a mask that looked like Bane from Batman on. 

“Ah, no, but you know, I was just looking around, something more…carefree?” I told the man. 

“Oh, you might want to check out the area around the back then,” he told me, “it might be just right for what you’re looking for, your stature too,” and then he wandered off. Seemed helpful, I guess. 

I walked towards the back, passing several rooms. Looking in, I saw small crowds watching whatever was going on. I decided to go in one, and I guess there was something I’d never seen, like ever, didn’t comprehend. There was a woman dressed in a leather outfit that looked like one of Padme Amidala’s Episode I outfits, wearing a rubber penis and putting it into…a man’s backside. The woman shouted rather violent things over and over, and the man moaned in pleasure. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t; something kind of turned me on about the whole experience. I sat and watched it until its climactic end, when the man must have gotten what he wanted and passed out. It looked like something I’d watched with two cows back home. 

It shattered my whole belief system. I had no idea about sex, and here I think I’d fallen into a Harvard education on all of it. I left that room and went to another, where I watched three women have what I assumed was carnal pleasure with each other. Another room featured a man feeding one of the people in animal costumes like a pet. It just about blew my mind, if it didn’t cross that edge already. I felt how the first cavepeople who discovered fire must have felt, even if I didn’t quite understand it all. I just kind of looked around in awe. I kept looking for what the helpful guy had told me, but I didn’t see anything yet that I thought he might. None of this looked carefree; it looked like there was a lot going on. Finally, I made it to the back; there was a sign that said “Adult Nursery”, whatever that meant. Was it for plants? I didn’t know. It seemed harmless enough. I was an adult, and I liked plants, so if this was a plant growing club, well, I might have found my place in the sun. 

Unfortunately for that desire, there weren’t plants, though there were adults. I’d never seen such a thing before, it looked like a giant daycare center. There were cribs, toys, stuffed animals, chairs, and even, changing tables? Was this to drop off the kids? Nope, looking around confirmed it. There were adults, like I said, but they didn’t look like adults, nor were they dressed like them. They were dressed like…babies. Diapers and everything. I was strangely entranced, although I still wasn’t sure what to think. In one corner, a woman dressed like an adult was changing another woman’s diaper, talking to her like she was a baby. There were others being read a story book by someone who looked like Nanny from Muppet Babies, at least what I imagined. They did all look carefree, though. Maybe this was the place. 

“Quite a place, isn’t it?” I heard a voice, “Are you here to watch, or participate?” a familiar voice asked me. 

That voice, I could have sworn I’d heard it before. I turned around, my eyes turning the size of silver dollars. It was….Rebecca? 

She blushed, seemingly flustered, “Chase?!” 

“Rebecca?”

“It’s Ms. Becky here, but I’ll let it slide.” 

It was her, in all of her glory, I guess. She was dressed to impress, she had on a black dress with thin lace straps, black leather boots, and a set of black gloves going halfway up her forearm. Her dark hair was pulled back, and she had dark eye shadow on. She looked like a superhero, at least an underworld one. 

“I uh…” I started. Shit, I was really caught here. My crush was here, and here I was like some sort of pervert staring in the various rooms. What would she think of me now? 

“Well! I didn’t know this was your type of thing, otherwise I’d have invited you,’ she told me, “why didn’t you tell Ms. Becky? Hmm? Why didn’t you?”

I stammered, “I don’t know, I really came here by accident!” I blurted out.

‘Mmmhmmm, that’s what they all say, are you hiding from someone? You can tell Ms. Becky,” she snickered. 

“No, not at all, I had no idea what this place was, I just wanted to make friends,” I told her. 

Her eyes kind of lit up, “well, we can fix that real quick,” she told me.

“Sounds great, can you show me around?” I asked, kind of feeling on the edge of comfortability. 

“Sure cutie, just let me change a diaper real quick, and we can get started, follow me?” it was more of a direction than a question, but I went along with it anyway. 

We walked over to a corner where there was a man, probably in his thirties, sitting sucking on a pacifier. He had on a giant pink version of a baby onesie, his longer hair was in pigtails; and was surrounded by a smell that wasn’t-so-great. 

“Hi Princess!” I heard Rebecca say, “it smells like someone needs their diaper changed!” 

The large baby blushed and nodded. 

“Let’s get to it, then shall we?” Rebecca told the big baby, walking over and grabbing changing supplies; I guess that’s what they were. It looked like something my aunt had done for my cousins. She pulled out a giant pad and had the baby lie down, and began work on the stinky and really gross garment. 

“Oh so Celeste, this is Chase, he’s new here,” Rebecca non-chalantly started while changing the diaper, “Can you say hi?” 

“Haii” was all the big baby said, it was kind of blurred out by the pacifier. I just kind of meekly waved; this was all something else. The smell of the poop was overpowering; my nose wrinkled. Rebecca must have seen it, and laughed. 

“Oh don’t worry, you get used to this sort of thing pretty quickly,” she told me as she wiped the big baby’s bottom. Pretty soon, she was done, wrapped the diaper up and taped a new one up, buttoning the clothes the baby had on. She patted the baby’s bottom and wished them well. She soon got up with the rolled up diaper and went to throw it away. I followed like a lost puppy dog. 

“Was that a…” I asked.

“Oh yes, Celeste is one of our biggest babies here, and a definite favorite of mine,” her eyes twinkled, “she’s been coming here as part of an attitude adjustment that has seen her regress a bit in life. At times, she’s a man, a big strong attorney, but this place allows her to really come and be who she truly is, away from all that nasty limelight.”

“Wow,” was all I could really say. 

“Oh you’ll find it’s quite relaxing, at least that’s what all the babies say, I wouldn’t know completely for sure, I’ve never been in that position,” she smiled. 

“Well I’d…” I started. 

“There’ll be time for lots of things, you’re a new member yeah?” she asked. 

I nodded. 

“Well great then! Let me show you around, and maybe we can get started with something, find something you might be comfortable with, at least to start?” 

Before I could protest, I felt pushed down a path that I wasn’t all the way sure of, but most of me felt helpless to even fight it. I just kind of rolled with it. 

Rebecca stood a little taller than me with her boots on. She was drop dead sexy, a true goddess, at least in my eyes. Her eyes pierced my soul as we walked and she showed me the different places; apparently she’d been a regular at this place for quite some time, as everyone knew her, men, women, everyone. 

As we got to the edge of the nursery again, she looked over at me. 

“Oh Chase?” she asked.

“Yes?” I responded.

She came real close and put her mouth on my ear. I could hear her calm breathing and could feel the warmness of her breath. 

“You’re mine,” she whispered chillingly into my ear, “and there’s not a single thing you can do about it.”

 

My heart dropped a bit, but I felt strangely turned on. What in the world did I just get myself into? 

[BabyGirlSJ]

IV. 

The whole entirety of my new situation hadn’t really set in yet. I was still in a rather unfamiliar place with someone I kinda, sorta, but really, truly, barely knew, and quite frankly, it kind of freaked me out. I mean, sure, this whole thing had really opened my formerly-sheltered self and shattered any illusions of innocence that I might have previously held; at the same time, that really scared the heck out of me. I didn’t know such carnal pleasures existed, and here I’d just watched my newest and biggest crush change the diaper of a grown man that was apparently accustomed to being treated as a baby girl. To top it all off, I’d just gotten a whisper in my ear reminding me of the not-so-delicate fact that I was now some sort of property possession of my said crush, which was cool and all, but equal parts terrifying. I didn’t know whether to be happy, sad, scared, or a mix of all three. I’d truly entered a new and unique stage in my life. Little did I know it at the time, but this was the beginning of the end of Chase and the beginning of the birth of Jaclyn.

The anxiety had really crippled me. I was strangely turned on by the whole scene in front of me, but like I said, I was also a bit scared and nervous, maybe even a drop away from being utterly terrified. Like clockwork, my anxiety had reached across all instances of my body, and soon it began to grip my bladder, which felt like it had a neutron star of pressure built on it. I hadn’t used the bathroom in quite some time, and the unlimited fountain drink that I’d had with dinner was starting to rear its ugly head. Caffeine makes me pee, soda especially so, and though it wasn’t something I liked, it also wasn’t something that I’d altogether planned for. Though somewhat similar to the situation I’d experienced at the office earlier, this was different; I was basically a captive of my crush. 

“So you must have a lot of questions, yeah?” Rebecca looked at me, speaking almost rhetorically. 

“Oh uh yeah, lots of ‘em,” I told her, trying to negate the effects of the ever building pressure on my bladder. 

“Well let me show you around, then,” she smiled, taking me by the hand. She must have held some stature of importance of this place, because everyone looked at me like I was some sort of something; maybe they were looking at her, I don’t know. 

“I have to admit Chase, I didn’t picture you for this sort of place, you seem so…quiet and…sheltered,” Rebecca declared, “definitely didn’t seem to be your speed.”

I confessed to her that I’d really thought this was just a place for people to get together for some sort of shared interests, like a collection of clubs. Whether it was the ridiculousness of that statement, or just the absurdity of that all, Rebecca burst out in laughter, as if to make my thoughts that much more insignificant. 

“Such innocence,” she smiled, “just like a newborn baby,” before continuing, “well, I guess you found the right place back here.”

Before I could say anything, the pressure and everything else finally caught up to me, and I couldn’t hold it anymore. I looked around. 

“Looks like someone is doing a pee-pee dance,” Rebecca chided with a click of her tongue, “yep, you’re definitely in the right place,” she teased. 

“Is…there…a…” I started.

“A what? What are you looking for?” she asked in a feigned quizzical manner, “A potty?”

“Yes! Is there one?” I asked. 

“Hmmm, does it say ‘POTTY’ in big letters over here?” she asked.

“Uhm, erm..no?” I replied. 

“Not here then, is there?” she shot back. 

Finally, after looking around, I figured it’d be pointless and gave up the battle, soaking my pants in the process, rather severely I might add. It was dark though, so I was hoping that, if I could just get out of it, I could escape this whole situation. I couldn’t face Rebecca at work, though, so I made up my mind that I’d just leave, call in tomorrow, and quit. Maybe I could find a class or two to take this summer, and chalk all of this up to just one bad experience. 

I was wrong. Like an eagle eyeing its next prey, Rebecca noticed immediately that my squirming had stopped, and walked over to me, grabbing the front my pants. It was attention from her, I guess, close to what I’d hoped we’d do when we met, but under this circumstance? Not so much. 

“Tsk. Tsk. You have pee pants, yes you sure do; you know, big kids and big people, they can hold these things,” she once again chided, almost teasingly. 

Like a fly in a spider web, I was now hopelessly trapped. I tried to use it to my advantage to get out of this, I really did, but it felt like quicksand and the more that I tried to escape, the more helplessly I fell in. 

“Well, it’s probably time for me to leave, then,” I told her, to which she gave me an almost bewildered look. 

“Nice try, but let’s look at where you are. You have pee pants?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, and who pees in their pants?”

“Babies?”

“Ok, and what does it look like back here?”

“A place for babies?”

“Okay then, you tell me. You’ve got pee pants, and you’re in a baby room, so what do you think that tells me?”

“That I’m a baby who has pee pants?” 

“YES!” she told me in an extremely exaggerated tone, “it tells me that you’re SOOO smart, you knew that this might happen, so you came back here for help, that sounds right, doesn’t it?”

“Uh…” I started.

“Why yes, it does Ms. Becky,” she told me, “that’s what you’re thinking, you just don’t want to admit it, do you?” 

“Well, n…” I tried to talk again. 

“Well, nothing, you’re clearly in need of a change of clothes, don’t you think?” she inquired. 

“Yes, I…” I mean, she wasn’t wrong. 

“Then nothing, let Ms. Becky take care of you just the way you need to be, don’t worry, Ms. Becky changes cute boy’s diapers all the time!” she smiled, heading to a back wall where there were a number of stacks of what I’d assume were diapers. 

I wanted to run. I should have run, but something was keeping me there. Deep down, there was a part of me that wanted to see where this went, and unfortunately for the rest of my anxiety-ridden self, it was winning that battle. So, crippled by curiosity, I stood there, wearing a pair of pee-soaked jeans while a girl that I’d met and had the hots for went to get a diaper to put me in. To think that I’d been proud of myself earlier for doing well to start my job. Such a strange turn of events. 

As I saw Rebecca go and get things off the wall for what would be the impending start of my journey in diapers, I didn’t know what to think. Things seemed like they’d slowed down to a halt, everything seemed in slow motion, and I didn’t know what to think. Like I said, I just kind of, sort of, stood there, waiting for what I guess I was destined to. 

Rebecca finally made it back, although it was not far. I noticed she was carrying a square, which I assumed was a diaper, and some wipes, plus some other things. She looked drop dead gorgeous carrying it, like a mom that had a fancy dinner interrupted by her hapless toddler’s need for a diaper change. I guess that made me the toddler in here; even if I told myself that it wasn’t, reality in here suggested otherwise. 

“Alright baby, let’s go get those pants changed,” she told me rather directly, although in a nice enough tone.

She stuck out her hand and I grabbed it, and she led me to the area where there were changing tables, patting the top of one.

“Up here cutie,” she told me, and as I climbed up, she patted me on the bottom as if to give me some sort of encouragement. 

My pants were getting colder by the second, and they were becoming sorta itchy, and really, I just wanted out of them. So in the name of convenience, I finished climbing to the top and laid down. Soon, I felt Rebecca’s strong fingers undoing my belt, and then the buttons, unbuttoning them and pulling them all the way off. 

“Wow, you sure did a number, did you drink an entire ocean?” she joked.

I blushed. 

“Well, this is why you’re here, right?” she asked. 

It wasn’t; this had all happened by chance, and now it seemed like I had been here on purpose. I really wasn’t! I just wanted to make some new friends!

Soon, my underwear followed, and soon after that, I felt something…hard. I jumped. As if this humiliation couldn’t get any worse, I’d now sported a hard on, right in Rebecca’s face. Not really the way I wanted to introduce that. 

“Ahaha, looks like someone’s a little excited to have their panties changed! Oh Chase, I had no idea this was your thing” she exclaimed, leading me down a path that I didn’t think I really was under any direction to follow. I was just excited to be naked for a pretty girl that was touching me, nothing else, but this whole thing…well it seemed to imply otherwise. 

“Well, I’ll have you know, you’re not the first to have that happen,” she teased, “we can take care of that though.”

She took the wipe and wrapped it around my erect penis. The cold, it made me jump, once again causing Rebecca to laugh. 

“Ohhh, someone’s a little jumpy! Haha! It’s only a wet wipe baby, we have to do this to make sure you don’t get a rash, and you wouldn’t want one of those, would you?” Rebecca looked down on me, and began to pump it up and down, up and down. 

“Nuh, uh,” I told her, shaking my head. 

“Oh I didn’t think so, wouldn’t do well at work to explain why you’re itching down there, would it? Wouldn’t look good for anyone involved?” she told me, continuing to wipe me down all over. 

She had a point, I guess. I nodded. 

“Once again, it’s like reading a mind,” she smiled, continuing to wipe. Pretty soon, the pumping led to an explosion; Rebecca must have noticed, because she put the wipe up real fast, catching all my hot cummies coming out. 

“Oh, looks like someone got a *teensy* bit excited, didn’t they? Oh, that’s so cute, making cummies for me on our first change! You’re adorable, so absolutely adorable.”

She smiled at me again, and went back to wiping, cleaning off my cummies before reaching down to my legs. I didn’t know what to think. It felt…really good, and well, I’d never done something like that in front of a girl before, much less an extremely pretty one like Rebecca. I felt somewhat comforted, even if this was an insanely odd situation. I felt sooo embarrassed, though; this wasn’t how I imagined my first encounter with Rebecca going, no, not at all. Her voice snapped me out of this malaise of thoughts. 

“Do you mind lifting for me? If not, I can help you,” she told me. 

I tried to lift, but it wasn’t cutting it, at least to her.

“Well, let me do this real quick, you’re just not used to getting your diaper changed, are ya?” she asked. 

I shook my head no. Soon, I felt her hook her arm under my knees, pushing my legs up nearly to my face. 

“A lot stronger than I look, aren’t I?” she smiled, continuing to wipe my bottom. I guess she got a good vantage point this way. It did feel good to not be itchy though, even if it was a little cold. 

Finally, I think she was done wiping, as she had a small pile of used wipes. She walked over to throw them away, leaving me to lie naked on the table, except for my shirt. I looked around; there were other “babies” playing and such, and didn’t seem to be giving me a second thought. I really did feel like I was in some sort of day care. Felt strange, like I belonged here, even as much as I treid to continue to fight that nagging feeling. Rebecca finally walked back, although she wasn’t gone too long. 

“Alright, let’s get this warm and dryyy diapey on you, shall we?” she smiled, unfurling the square. It was white, covered in purple and pink hearts. A little girlish. 

“Lemme guess, you’re thinking, ‘Hey Ms. Becky, why the girl diaper?’, and well, I didn’t expect *you* to come around tonight, so all I have are some extras of a little girl I was sitting earlier who was about your size, and it’ll fit. We’ll have to get you some, won’t we?” 

I got a little chilled. I didn’t plan on coming back, I didn’t want to do this again, but it looked like I had things decided for me. She was so convincing, and so direct, that it was extremely hard to argue. 

The silence must have given her confirmation. “Oh I know, I’m right”, she smiled, putting the diaper’s back down in front of my butt, hooking my legs, and pushing me back up again, before letting me down on the diaper. She folded the front over my crotch, taking several tapes on the side and taping it snugly around my waist.

“There we goooo, all cute and comfy!” she smiled, admiring the job that she’d done. 

I had to admit, it did feel nice. Very comfortable; it was extremely well padded. It was nice to be dry too. I nodded and smiled. 

“Happy baby! Happy baby! Ms. Becky loves a happy baby!” she smiled at me. 

As I got up, she stopped me, putting her hand on my chest, almost making me lay there. 

“Baby, you can’t be here and wearing something so…out of place, especially after you got your clothes all dirty and pee pee filled and stinky,” she told me, pretending to pinch her nose, “so I got you some stuff that’s more…appropriate.”

Once again, it looked like girls’ clothes. It was..pink. 

Rebecca must have noticed my displeasure, “Again, it’s all there was, I didn’t make you come here and make pee pee in your panties,” she told me, “it’s the best I can do, and it’s what you’re going to do, OK?”

She was very direct, and it seemed more like a command than a question. Reluctantly, I went along with it. Hopefully I’d be out of here soon. 

The shirt went over me, fitting my slight frame rather nicely. “PRINCESS POTTY PANTS” it said on the front in big purple letters with a white outline. It wasn’t lying, I guess. I did just have the Pacific Ocean come out of me into my pants. 

“There we go, all cute!” she told me, “Just between us, but you’d make an adooorrrrrable little girl, you sure would!” she smiled.

I blushed with embarrassment. There was something comforting in a pretty girl that I had a crush on taking this much time out for attention on me, telling me I was adorable, or that I’d be adorable. It validated this whole thing in a way. On the other hand, this conflicted with my desire to be grown up, independent, and making my own decisions. I wanted Rebecca to like me for me, not for who I could be. The comments told me otherwise though…maybe this really was who I was. No, that’s not it, she’s just being Rebecca. I was confounded, I was confused. I didn’t know what to do, so I just decided to go with it. 

“WAIT, one more thing,” she told me, “stay right there!” 

So I waited. She came back with a couple rubber bands. “You know, you have some cute hair, I want to try something.”

I felt her pulling my hair in a few directions, and heard a few snaps. Finally she seemed happy with what she did, and was all smiles; she seemed very proud of herself. 

“Oh man, this is adorbs, completely adorbs,” she told me, “get up, let me show you.”

I didn’t have pants on though, so I asked. 

“But Rebec…” I started.

“Uh uh, that’s Msssss. Becky,” she told me.

“Ms. Becky, I don’t have pants,” I told her.

“Well, babies don’t need pants do they? Besides, this makes it easy to check if you need another change…I’ll let yours dry and when we go home, we can grab them, ok?”

I wanted to protest, but I figured it would fall on deaf ears. So I got up, and followed after her. The diaper was fairly thick and it made me toddle around as I walked, almost in a strange sort of waddle. I wasn’t used to this, so it was a little, uh, I don’t know, different. 

Rebecca took me in front of a mirror that was set up and had me stand there. 

“There we go cutie, like I said, completely adorbs,” I saw her smile in the mirror. 

I looked back at myself, or what I’d been transformed into by Rebecca. I stood there looking every bit of the toddler girl that I was being treated as in this place. There was my pink shirt, cut low enough that you could see the diaper sticking out between my bare and fairly hairless legs. I looked at my face, my longish hair pulled back into two cute pigtails. I did look cute, I guess, but no…I couldn’t think that. I was something else! This wasn’t me, or maybe it was. Competing thoughts bounced in and out of my head. 

I felt Rebecca pat me on my bottom, “C’mon cutie pants, let’s go see what else there is in here, ok?” 

She reached for my hand and we headed out of the baby room. There were other rooms around, just what else did she have planned? I was excited and extremely nervous at the same time. 

My life was never going to be the same, I knew it. I was confused by it all, and a little humiliated and embarrassed. Worst of all though? I think I kind of liked it. 

[kerry]

I remember this story, but if I'm right about that you have really changed its plotline. I seem to recall him being in Hawaii and moving to San Francisco? Am I thinking of the right piece? In any case, it's fun. 🙂

[BabyGirlSJ]

Just now, kerry said:

I remember this story, but if I'm right about that you have really changed its plotline. I seem to recall him being in Hawaii and moving to San Francisco? Am I thinking of the right piece? In any case, it's fun. 🙂

A different plot line, absolutely. Kind of a Jaclyn multiverse lol.

[BabyGirlSJ]

V.

Rebecca had her way with me the rest of the night, and we wound up doing things that I thought were previously unimaginable. I was tied up to posts, I got put over her knee, and I even got put in another diaper. For as vicious as she was with the other things, she really seemed to have a motherly quality about her when it came to the baby aspect of this…place. Gone was her strict and cold demeanor that came with the other experiences, and with this came a warm, comforting experience where she talked sweetly to me, cuddled me, and played with my under regions in the course of her changing my diapers. It was a real yin and yang type of deal, maybe she really liked the balance of it, I don’t know. In any case, the night I spent with her featured three orgasms, twice during diaper changes, and once during an episode with the strap-on, where I was nearly humped to death from behind, which resulted in exhaustion on my part, and cuddles and affection from her afterwards. I didn’t quite know what we were; this was the strangest first date I’d ever been on. 

As the night drew to a close, she took my now kinda-sorta-mostly dry pants and gave them back to me, and helped me get back to the look I had when I’d originally gone in. We walked by Carlee on our way out, who waved us good bye. As we left from this magical “play space”, as Rebecca called it, we found ourselves in a large deluge of rain. I didn’t have an umbrella, and she offered to drive me home. I lived a bit of a hike away, and I really didn’t feel like getting my clothes soaked, nor did I feel like being ice cold, so I agreed to the offer. She was parked a block or so away in a parking garage, and I was happy for the respite; the short trek in the rain was bad enough. Making it even more awkward, Rebecca had told me that she liked the way the diaper made my butt look, so she kept me in it after the time at Bound Together ended. I didn’t need it, but here I was with it still taped around my waist. We got to her car, and I have to say, it was quite nice. It looked to be a newer Ford Mustang and had all the markings of something that looked like it’d go fast, a set of white racing stripes basking on a color of dark blue. It looked like something I’d have had dreams over. I never had been in one, but I’d seen plenty. Now apparently was going to be that chance. 

“So feel free to stick your bag in the back, and have a seat up front,” she smiled and told me. Her demeanor from the play space had changed; she resembled the Rebecca from the office once again. 

I kind of heard her, but was still staring. 

“Hey, Earth to Chase, ARE YOU LISTENING?!?” she got a little heated. 

“Oh uh, sorry…your car, it’s so pretty,” I told her, “almost as pretty as you.”

She smiled, “Awww, thanks baby, you know how to make a girl feel great!” 

“So what did you ask?” I questioned her.

“Your bag, it can go in the back, have a seat up front and we can get out of here,” she told me, “but first….” 

I put my bag in the back, hearing the last of what she’d said. I sat down in the front seat where she was looking over at me, “Was there something else?” I asked. 

“Do you need your little diapey changed?” she smiled with an almost sadistic grin. 

“Oh, I got wet ffrom the rain, but nothing in here,” I smiled, patting my front. 

“Good boy,” she told me, “put your seatbelt on, and let’s head out.” 

I did as I was told, and we were soon on our way out of the parking garage. We headed down some streets that were familiar, but soon we were headed a different direction. After angling down a few streets, we finally stopped in front of a giant Target. I looked over at this new person in my life, rather perplexed. 

“What are we doing here? I thought you were taking me home,” I remarked to her. 

“Oh, I just needed to grab something here, why don’t you come in with me?” she asked with a sly toothy grin. 

I shrugged my shoulders and went in with her. She walked rather quickly, determined to get whatever it was that she was here to get. I admired her curves; her butt was so amazingly shaped. I had no idea what I’d done to be in a place like this with a girl like her, but as weird as this night had turned into, I wasn’t really going to complain at all; I felt lucky, I guess. Like an abandoned dog turning friendly at the first sight of a caring individual, I was in roughly the same position with Rebecca. I’d later figure that this was me falling into a trap, but at the time here, I was pretty much enjoying myself, which I guess looking back again, was probably what she’d meant to happen. 

In any case, as we wandered through the shelves, she finally found the aisle she was looking for and went down it, almost giddy with excitement and giggling to herself like she was really doing something she shouldn’t. I followed her and began looking around; these were…baby things. Before I could put any more thought into it all, she quickly came back and threw a package of something in my hands. 

“Here you go bayyyy-beee! Oh and don’t worry, my treat!” she giggled. I looked down at what she’d put in my hands; they were girl’s Goodnites! I didn’t need these, I didn’t wet the bed, nor did I wet my pants, other than that one time today at the play space. I looked around rather quickly to see if anyone else had seen or heard this exchange. Thankfully, it seemed to be just us on the corner of this store. My face turned pale; I was almost paralyzed with a combination of fear and near embarrassment. 

Rebecca, for her part, seemed to be greatly enjoying this, “OH BABY, they’re JUST DIAPERS!” she said in an exaggerated tone. This seemed to pique the interest of a few shoppers, each of whom gave us a few strange looks, and then went another direction. Crisis averted for now, I thought. 

As we walked, I pleaded with her that I didn’t need these. As we got up near the cash register, she finally pulled her coup de grace for the evening, “I don’t know why YOU are fighting ME on this,” she started, “I’m JUST doing it for YOUR own good!” I could see a smile, she was enjoying this, “MAYBE if YOU didn’t PEE your PANTS, we wouldn’t be HAVING THIS CONVERSATION”

This drew the attention of everyone in the immediate area, which amounted to probably 10-15 shoppers. I didn’t know any of these people, but I’d be lying if I didn’t turn as red as that bullseye logo all over the store with embarrassment. She took the package out of my hands and put it on the register, where it seemingly took forever to move down to the cashier, who seemed to be stifling laughter at this whole scene. The cashier couldn’t have been more than 20, and looked like he might have been in the same year of college as myself. I felt like so much less than he was at this moment though, I could have disappeared and died with the whole embarrassment. For his part, though, he didn’t say anything, other than to tell Rebecca the total, and then bag the diapers up. As if to drive the point home as much as humanly possible, she handed me the bag.

“I don’t know WHY I’d carry YOUR diapers,” she snickered, “I don’t need anyone thinking they’re for ME! I can use the potty, thank you very much.” 

She was enjoying this, really enjoying it. I felt helpless, but here I was, falling right into her hands and doing nothing about it. I never was one for standing up for myself; I’d typically slink away and live to fight another day. I guess I could have done the same thing here, but at the same time, I’d have to face her at work, and while I could quit work, what else was I going to do? I felt trapped, a captive audience to this ongoing treatment by Rebecca, my accidental date for the night. Why couldn’t the person I bumped into have been anyone else? 

So I carried out the bag of diapers that were now apparently mine. I didn’t know quite what to do with it. I had to pee too, which the anxiety of this whole ordeal had been prepping for. I could have fought it, I guess, but why should I have? To have another display of over-the-top chiding about the garments I was apparently stuck wearing tonight? I figured she was going to drop me off at home soon anyway, so I just went ahead and went in the diaper. That’s what it was supposed to be there for wasn’t it? It came out rather easily; I kind of, sort of had to concentrate, but the anxiety made it cross the finish line rather quickly. Soon, I felt hot liquid pouring out around me; it sure felt good. I didn’t mention anything, because again, I didn’t want a repeat performance of our little adventure in the store. Rebecca, for her part, didn’t say anything. It was dark out though, so maybe she just didn’t notice. Nothing seemed to get past her though, so if she noticed, she wasn’t saying anything. That was good, I guess. 

We finally made it back to her car, and she had me put “my diapers” in with my backpack in the backseat. 

“Oh, I hope you didn’t mind that in there, I was just havin’ a little fun with ya,” she smiled, “thanks for being a good sport baby.”

I kind of blushed, but I was still loaded with embarrassment, “Oh uh, thanks, it’s no problem,” I lied. I was still in a bit of shock from it all. 

“Well you know me, I like to tease, and besides, this is so far away from anything, I doubt anyone knew you, or if they did, they probably are now embarrassed to say they did,” she laughed, “Don’t worry though, Mama Becky still likes ya,” she kissed me on the cheek, “even if you did pee your panties today.”

I mean, I guess it was something, right? Here I thought I’d done something in a previous life to her, but now it seemed I was just entangled in one of her “love teases” or something, and “Mama Becky”? What was that about, I wondered.

“Mama Becky?” I asked, almost laughing.

“Yes?” she answered, “Oh, you meant the name, I’m sorry, still in play mode I guess,” she teased. 

“Oh ok,” I meekly responded.

I wasn’t all the way sure with that answer, but it satisfied me enough, I guess. She did say she liked me, and she did kiss me on the cheek, so that was something right? I wasn’t going to complain at all, that’s for sure. As strange as it was, it seemed like I finally had a friend, possibly more for sure, but definitely a friend. Best of all too, it was Rebecca of all people. Though I was embarrassed, I was a little smitten. I liked the attention, I’m not going to lie. We’d just done a bunch of wild stuff at the play space, and now even though it seemed like I was her personal punching (or teasing) bag, it was something, I guess. 

We continued our drive home, and we finally stopped at a place that…wasn’t mine. Sensing my confusion I guess, Rebecca looked at me. 

“You know, it never dawned on me where you actually lived, so I just brought you over here; you can spend the night if you’d like,” she smiled. 

“What about work tomorrow?” I asked, “I don’t have any other clothes,” I whined a bit. 

“Oh, I can just call Beth and work it out with her; I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you coming in a little later, it’s your first few days and all, I think they want to break you in slow anyway,” she reassured me. 

Well, she was taking care of it, I guess, and that was something, right? As weird and as embarrassing as the night had been, I think deep down I didn’t really want it to end. What else was I going to do? Sit at home all night and replay it all in my head, or just sleep? At least here I had some company, at least that’s how I rationalized it to myself. 

“Ok, I’ll stay,” I told her. 

“Good boy, I figured you’d see it my way, don’t forget to grab your things from the back,” she cheerfully reminded me. 

“Oh yeah, those, how could I forget?” I tried to make a joke. No laughs were heard, so I guess it was pretty much a failure. 

“Was that supposed to be a funny? Did you try to make a funny for Becky?” she teased. 

“Oh uh sure,” I told her. 

“Well, you tried, I’ll give you that,” she smiled, “better than most ones babies try to do…oops!” she laughed. 

I just blushed. That’s all I could do. 

We got out of her car and walked up the steps to the door to her apartment. I wouldn’t have minded, but the once-hot pee in my diaper had turned cold, and really, quite itchy. I reached to itch, which Rebecca must have seen out of the corner of her eye as she unlocked the door. 

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll let you out of your diaper to go potty,” she teased, “it’s cute you’re making a little potty dance for me though, I have to admit.”

I just looked at her, kind of blankly, “Oh ok,” I said nervously.

“Why don’t you let me get my keys and purse put away, and I’ll take it off, those tapes can be a real pain sometimes,” she assured me.

I wanted to protest, but like a lightning flash, she had gone, put her stuff away, and was now in the process of pulling down my pants. 

“WELL NOW!” she teased in an exaggerated voice, “I thought you said you didn’t need these?” she squeezed the front of the diaper that was engorged with urine.

“Well, I..uh,” I started.

“Well, it looks to me that you do actually need these, why didn’t you say anything? I’d have taken you potty,” she told me. 

“Well, I..uh…” I tried again.

“Well nothing, I don’t think I can trust you on my furniture in here,” she told me, “So guess what? Those diapers? They were a joke originally, but now? Looks like you’re going to be in one for the night…we really can’t take the chance baby, we really can’t.”

I wanted to cry at that point. I looked helpless, I felt helpless, and all I really could offer was a meek “OK.”

“Great! I’m glad you see it my way, you’ll see how easy your life will become if you accept the fact that I’m ALWAYS right,” she joked. She patted me on my diapered bottom, and told me to go stand in the living room. I did as she requested, and she soon was gone from view. 

She popped back not too long later, carrying what looked like a pull-up, and some baby wipes, and a towel; she placed the towel down on the floor, and pointed at it. 

“Lay down here, I’ll take care of this real fast,” she curtly instructed.

I wanted to protest, but before I could get anything of substance out, she took the lead again. 

“Look, it’ s getting late, I reallllly don’t want to have to be fighting you on this, you peed your diaper, and I’m going to change it, and we can get some sleep,” she told me. 

Fair enough I guess. Rather than fight it, I just kind of accepted it, and assumed the position, or the position I thought she’d want. She seemed to be satisfied, and began to work on changing my diaper. 

“Now look, I don’t really want to be doing this either, changing a diaper isn’t really what I’d want to be doing now either, but it needs to be done, ok? Just trust me and we’ll get this all done really quick,” she assured me.

Like an expert of the art, she soon had the used diaper off, my bottom wiped, and had pulled out the pull-up, trying to stretch its sides in an almost playful manner. 

“Legs out honey, act like a little dancer for me!” she smiled. 

I put my legs forward and she slid the pull-up over my legs and up them, finally helping me up and pulling them the rest of the way up around my bottom and waist. Seemingly satisfied, she patted my butt. 

“No pants, tonight, ok? I need to check if you pee again, I don’t want pee-pee messies all over, you understand right? Oh, and let me take your shirt too, I’ll run it all through the wash tonight; I think it’s seen enough action for one day,” she smiled. 

“MMhmm,” I just kind of nodded. I’d just had another diaper change by my crush, and what else was I going to say? She walked over and helped me take my shirt off, and soon I was sitting on her couch in literally just a girl’s Goodnite. What a sight I must have been! 

“Good, that’s great,” she told me, smiling, obviously satisfied with the whole thing, “let’s watch TV? If you fall asleep, don’t worry, you can crash on the couch, I’ll cover you up with a blanket.”

Sounded good I guess. Seemingly fixated on the blanket idea, she got up to get one, grabbed it, and unfurled it over me lap. She turned on the TV for me, before getting out to move again. 

“Now just wait here, ok? I need to go get rid of your pee-pee pants, and I’ll throw your clothes in the wash, I need to grab some stuff, anyway, and change out of my clothes, mmkay?”

Didn’t sound bad, I thought. I nodded and she disappeared to the back of the apartment, and I was left on the couch, sitting in nothing but a diaper, watching TV. “Survivor” was on, so at least the programming was pretty solid, even if it seemingly followed the same pattern season after season. 

Soon, Rebecca re-emerged. She had changed out of her play space outfit, and was now wearing a blue PINK shirt and grey leggings. Her luscious boobs were sort of hanging there; it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I noticed she had something pink in her hand. 

“You look cold, you know, sitting in nothing but your panties there can’t be that comfy, so I decided to get you this shirt that my mom bought for me awhile back that wasn’t really my style, and well, I’ll be honest, I’m too shy to give it back, so I guess it’s yours for the night!” 

“But…pink?” I asked.

“Hmmm, do you want to be cold?” she asked. 

She had a point I guess. I put my arms out, and soon she had it over my head. In what seemed to be one fell swoop, she had soon found her way next to me under the blanket and had put her arm around me holding me close. I looked down at the shirt; it was nothing to write home about, just an ordinary Roxy shirt; it seemed like it was right up Rebecca’s alley, I have no idea why she didn’t like it. 

“You know, it was really random tonight, yah?” she whispered in my ear, “But you know what? I think I really like you, I really like you a lot!” she kissed me on the cheek. 

“Thanks…I, uh, like you too,” I told her. 

“Even with all the teasing?” she smiled.

“Yes, even with the teasing,” I blushed. 

“Aww I love how you blush, it sooo cute,” she told me, “I’ve got a treat for you, do you like treats?” 

My ears perked up a bit, “Yeah, I do, I love ‘em,” I said. I thought she was going to get us cupcakes or chocolate. 

“Well, then won’t you just be the happiest then!” she said in a overly happy voice. I wondered what she’d meant. Soon, I did. 

She smiled, and lifted up her shirt, revealing her ginormous boobs underneath, “Mama Becky has a present for her special little baby, yes she sure does!”

I was a little dumbfounded, my head was kind of stuck in place. She noticed, I guess, and began to guide it towards her left boob, as if instructing me to suckle on it. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and cupped the large nipple in my mouth. 

“Mmmm, good baby, good baby, suckle for Mama, suckle for Mama Becky, there you go precious,” she patted me on the bottom as she spoke softly. 

My eyes grew tired; the rhythm of the suckling started to make me really relax. Any negativity began to disappear about the day. All I could think was happy thoughts, about Rebecca, the play space, even being put into and changed into new diapers. 

Quite frankly, if this was wrong, I most certainly didn’t want to be right.