My story starts late one night in a sports bar. I'm not that fond
of sports, but those types of bars are usually dark and not very
busy. They perfect place to wear my diapers in public. I almost
always wear Depends with a Huggies as a liner. Fairly comfortable
and doesn't leak unless I really fill them up. I don't try to get
away with it at work though. It did make for a hassle goin g to the
bathroom, as I hadn't brought a diaper change. I was pretty loaded
by the time This Lady came in. I was getting ready to go home, so I
had wet my diaper, thinking I could get a change pretty soon.
The Lady looked like she was around 30 or so, but God, what
beautiful breasts, fairly large, yet pert. The rest of her didn't
look too bad either. Blonde, she looked about five foot two. She was
very stimulating, and it was quite the site in my drunken state. I
found out later it was even better when I wasn't intoxicated.
I wiggled a bit and could feel my warm, wet diaper squish against
the booth seat. She sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. My
penis was growing hard by this time, almost uncomfortable. I
squished my diaper around again and had another slurp of my drink as
I thought how nice it would be to suckle at her breasts.
I was extremely surprised (read astonished) when She picked up
her drink and headed in my direction. My heart started beating
harder, my dick throbbed and my head spun. I squished my diaper
again as She sat down. She introduced Herself as Sarah. I slurred
out my name; Ben. Sarah mentioned that she had seen me moving around
and wondered if I was having a problem. I'm sure I blushed enough
for her to see, even in the dim light. I mumbled some denial, but
Sarah looked skeptical. I sucked on my drink again, just as I felt a
hand on my crotch.
I blushed again, furiously, as she felt up my diaper, and almost
came. Sarah smiled, leaned forward a bit, and said in a lilting baby
voice "Would you like to come to my house for a drink, Baby
Ben?" I blushed again and stuttered agreement.
We finished our drinks and got up to leave. I followed Sarah out
of the bar and could feel my soggy diaper between my legs as I
walked. My penis was still hard when we got into her car. Sarah
patted my diapered crotch again and gave me another smile. There was
no chitchat on the way to her place, but that was just as well,
because my head was spinning again.
I didn't know what to expect, but when we pulled into her
driveway, some garage lights came on. I saw glimpses of a fairly
large house. On the sidewalk, she took my hand and led me up to the
door. Inside it was gorgeous. There were hanging plants every where,
fine hardwood furniture and a few pieces of delicate art. Sarah
gestured me toward the couch and said "Have a seat, I'll go fix
I settled into a corner of the couch and pressed my diaper
against myself, rubbing it around, keeping my dick hard. When Sarah
came back with the drinks, she sat down and handed me one. I quickly
sucked back about half of my glass and almost choked at the
strength. Sarah patted my back, the pulled me against her. I was
extremely nervous, my usual state around women.
Chugging the rest of my drink, I set the glass down. Sarah had
already put down her glass. She touched my shoulder, leaned over and
kissed me. I'm afraid I wasn't very responsive the first time. Sarah
looked at me, grabbed my wet diaper and chided in that baby voice
again "Come on, Baby Ben, give Mommy a kiss." I tried
harder and when we finally broke the kiss she rewarded with another
smile. She pulled my head down to her breasts and that was about all
I remember for that night. It was either all the drinks I'd had that
night or she slipped me a Mickey Finn. From later experience, I
decided it was probably a Mickey.
I woke up the next morning and before opening my eyes I noticed a
few things. First off was the smell. It was the scent of baby powder
and a little bit like Pampers used to smell, before they took the
perfume out. Next I realized I was wearing pajamas of some sort, I
still had a diaper on, and it was very wet. When I moved I could
feel that the bed wasn't very dry either. Thinking I'd been wearing
the same diaper since the night before, I opened my eye s and
flipped the blanket back. I wasn't thinking about my full pants
then. I was in a large crib. The blankets were nice and soft, with
cute little bunnies on them. Through the crib slats I could see I
was in a nursery. There was a mobile off to one side of the crib of
brightly colored objects; slowly spinning.
Looking around the nursery again, I saw a couple dresser drawers,
there was a large, padded changing table with a frilly lace skirt.
The room seemed to be predominately pink and against almost one
whole wall was a set of shelves. On almost all the shelves were
piles of different types, sizes and colors of diapers. I'd never
seen a red diaper before. Seeing all those diapers gave me a hard-on
right away. On one of the lower shelves were some piles of plastic
pants, and at the end by the change table were bottles of baby oil,
powder and some wipes. There was also a roll of paper towels and a
couple of jars that looked like cream of some sort. Then I really
took notice of what I was wearing. They were baby pink pajamas with
feet. They zipped up the front, and had snaps around the crotch. I
sat up and flipped the blanket back some more, then felt the bulge
of my diaper. It didn't feel like the ones I was wearing the night
before, so I unsnapped the crotch of my baby PJ's. It was definitely
a different diaper. It was pink too, and had different color designs
on it, similar to a Luvs, but better. My drippy diaper was nice and
thick though, and I'd never seen a disposable like it. I snapped
myself up again and stood up.
My head pounded with a hang over and I wished for some aspirin.
Looking down I could see moist spots on the sheets where I had
leaked. The crib bars came above my waist, but the mattress was
sitting on the floor. I didn't see any immediate way out, without
leaping over the side, so I hollered toward the door "Hello?
hello? Anybody out there?" After a few more shouts with no
response, I got th e idea that maybe the rules were different now.
My diaper was getting a bit uncomfortable and I had to take a dump.
Thinking a bit and looking around the nursery again, I started to
cry. Waahhhhhh! Eeehhh! Waaahhhhh! No tears or anything, but like a
baby that wants something.
Not even 30 seconds later Sarah opened the door and came in. I
cried a bit more and she came over to the crib and kissed me and
said (in The Voice) "Hush, hush Baby, Mommy's here to take care
of you" I tried to speak, but Sarah put her finger over my lips
and murmured "Shhh, baby, it's okay, be quiet." I shut up,
even though my bowels were getting kind of anxious. Sarah did
something to the outside of the crib and the bars slid long ways to
let me out. She led me over to the change table and pushed me, so I
lied down. Sarah efficiently stripped off my pajamas, with a little
help from me lifting up now and again. With a quick motion, she
untapped my soggy diaper, exposing my rigid penis. Sarah pulled the
drenched diaper out from underneath me, wrapped it up and threw it
in a diaper pail nearby. With a couple baby wipes she washed me off,
then rubbed some baby oil on my butt and balls. My penis hadn't gone
limp, but Sarah paid it no attention. After the oil and a light
powdering, I felt like a cake pan. Sarah went to the diaper shelf,
collecting a large, thick soft cloth diaper and a pair of pink,
plastic panties with little ruffles all over them. I puzzled over
how she had gotten me into the crib the night before.
As Sarah approached me lying on the change table with my legs
spread apart and my boner sticking up in the air, I mentioned
something about having to take a shit. Sarah pretended not to hear
me and pulled the diaper up under me. Grabbing a couple pins she
quickly diapered me again. The fresh, dry diaper felt great. It was
thicker than I thought and seemed to be made up of five or six
layers of cloth. Next came the plastic panties. My stiff dick was
visibly pushing my diaper out, but Sarah only crooned something
softly and patted my prick through my diaper.
I tried to mention the need for a bowel movement again, but she
just grabbed my hand and pulled me up. Sarah led me over to the
closet, which I hadn't seen before, opened it up and started
shuffling through hangers. All the clothing looked like baby
clothing, with little, cutesy things on them. Most of the stuff was
pink, although some were baby blue, and a few other colors.
It was about this time that I really realized how much Sarah
enjoyed playing Mommy to adult babies. I decided this was a great
opportunity for me. I had never told anybody I liked to wear
diapers, and prepared to wholeheartedly spend the weekend with this
exquisite woman as her baby.
Sarah finally selected something, pink and very frilly. I
concluded that she liked little girl babies better and it didn't
bother me any. She slipped the dress o ver my head, gently spun me
around and zipped up the back. The frill at the bottom barely came
to the top of my diaper panties. Catching a look at myself in a
mirror over one of the dressers, I admit I looked pretty good: Cute,
baby dress with my diaper panties that were a bit darker pink. My
glasses' kind of wrecked it though. Sarah took a couple more items
out of the closet and shut the door. Leading me back to the change
table, she had me sit down.
Revealing the things she had gotten out of the closet, I saw a
pair of pink socks with little, white, lace ruffles around the
ankles and a large pacifier, which she popped in my mouth. I
wondered where Sarah had bought the pacifier, as it was big enough
I'd had a bad incident before with a pacifier that was supposed
to be "toddler" size. I fell asleep with it in my mouth
and when I woke up the next morning I had some weird ridges around
my lips that didn't go away for a couple day s.
Anyway, sitting on the edge of the table, sucking on a pacifier,
feeling the need for some bowel release, Sarah put the socks on me
and led me out of the room by the hand. Sober now, I noticed the
house a little better. I noticed Sarah a little better too. Out of
the nursery, past the bathroom, down the hall and into the dining
In the dining room, Sarah had me climb up into a high chair,
picked up the tray from nearby and snapped it into place close to my
stomach. Next came a large pink, bib, that said "Sarah's
Baby" on it. My feet hung off the ground and I swung them a bit
thinking about having to drop a load. Sarah left. She must have had
breakfast ready as she came back quickly with sausages and pancakes
with honey. She fed me breakfast by hand, small bite by small bite.
I felt a bit embarrassed again and blushed. Sarah saw, smiled and
continued to feed me like a baby. I was getting full by this time,
and my full stomach was pressing on my innards. Figuring that She
wanted me to make poo poo in my diaper, I obliged. I guarantee, the
look on my face, almost grunting, pushing the poo poo into my nappy
on top of the hard, high chair, made her notice.
I could smell it right away, but Sarah didn't say a word about me
filling my britches and just now making them dripping wet. The pink
plastic panties did their job though, and I didn't leak. My dick,
which had gone limp during breakfast and filling my diaper, grew
harder than I thought it could get.
After breakfast, Sarah took me around the house. Apparently she
was showing me around. The shit in my diaper was beginning to cool
off, and wasn't feeling very good, so I said something about it.
That didn't do a bit of good, so I started crying again. Sarah
shushed me and checked the back of my diaper. I blushed again.
"Oh ho!" Sarah said "Did the baby make poo poo in his
diaper?" I sheepishly nodded my head. "Well, I guess it's
time for baby's ba th." She cooed softly grabbing my diaper
between my legs, mushing the shit around on my ass. I spread my legs
a bit for her. The stench came flowing out.
Sarah just smiled, led me into the bathroom where I hadn't been
before, and took off my dress. She made me get into the tub with my
diaper on; I didn't resist. It had a baby type headrest, but it was
adult size. It even had little baby designs on it and I wondered
again where she had gotten the stuff. I lay back against the
headrest and Sarah took my plastic panties off. The smell of my full
diaper permeated the air. Sarah murmured "Phew, baby filled his
diddie right up, didn't he?" I didn't say anything, but looked
down at my soppy, shitty diaper. My penis sprang back to life, and
Sarah pulled the top of my diaper down, then began kneading my hard
dick. This was the first time she had done something sexual, and it
didn't take me long. With the feeling of my diaper full of shit and
all wet besides, I came within a minute. Relieved of blue balls, I
relaxed and she let the rest of the cum drip onto my diaper. Sarah
then unpinned my diaper and pulled it off. She took the poopy diaper
and rinsed it out in the toilet, then came over and washed my butt
off with a hand shower.
When she finished cleaning my bottom, Sarah made me sit up and
washed my hair and the rest of my body. I was a little apprehensive
when she pulled out a small pair of scissors and started trimming my
pubic hair close to the skin. I started to say something and got the
finger over my mouth again. After the trim, Sarah got out some
shaving lotion and sprayed it on my pubes and around my anus. With a
safety razor, she started shaving me and rinsing off the razor under
the running water of the tub. When she was finished there, Sarah
made me stick my butt in the air, gave it a lather, and shaved the
rest of my hair off. Being shaved, I got another boner just thinking
about it. Sarah shut off the water and led me naked back to the
nursery. Looking down and seeing my hard penis without any hair
around it, bare as a baby's bottom really turned me on. I didn't
want to think about what it would feel like growing back.
Laying me down on the change table, Sarah picked out a disposable
diaper this time. I was kind of disappointed it was just white. It
was different than the one I woke up with, but the dry diaper after
that big load of shit in my pants felt pretty good. The sensation of
hairless bottom and dry diaper was exquisite, and I couldn't wait to
see what it felt like wet. Sarah put some plastic panties over my
diaper again, except this time they were baby blue. My boner seemed
to get harder, even though I had just cum. Sarah went to one of the
dressers this time and got out some blue coveralls. They had a
snap-up crotch for diaper changing, but they weren't that cute.
By this time, it seemed to be late Saturday afternoon. Sara h
delivered me into the living room, laid me down on the couch and
said "I'll be back in a minute Baby, with your bottle."
She left the room towards the dining room. Sarah came back with a
baby bottle that looked like it was filled with chocolate milk. It
was filled with warm milk, but also some Bailey's, for flavor I
guess. She sat next to me on the couch and fed me the bottle. It was
gone in about a half hour and my hang over was long gone now.
My boner had gone limp while sucking on the bottle, so feeling
very relaxed I peed in my diaper again. Sarah didn't notice, of
course, but took off her blouse and bra, then had me sit against her
and suckle at her breasts. Nothing came out, but I was in bliss. My
diaper was warm, wet, and here I was sucking on some beautiful
breasts. A bit later I wet myself again. After enjoying almost an
hour of nursing, Sarah reached down and felt my diaper. It was very
wet by this time, having two pee pee's in it. She led me to the n
ursery and changed my diaper again. It was a long process. After
taking off the coveralls, and peeling off my wet diaper, she spent a
great deal of time with baby wipes cleaning me off. My skin seemed
extra sensitive with no hair. My penis was still hard and wasn't
likely to go down in the near future. Again the procedure of oil and
powder, Sarah picked out another disposable diaper with the same
blue plastic pants. It was dark by then, so I got some powder blue,
baby pajamas again. Dressed in cute fuzzy, blue PJ's, which I never
wear, and a clean, dry diaper, I was ready for bed.
Sarah led to the crib and had me lie down. She left briefly and
returned with another warm bottle. With me lying in the crib, she
sat next to me with the slats open. I sucked on my bottle and peed
in my diaper again. This bottle was filled with the same as the
last, but had a peculiar taste I couldn't place. Quickly closing up
the bars, she left the room, turning out the light. Leaving my lying
in my warm, wet nappies, in a dark room.
After lying there for what seemed like a long time, I peed again.
I almost fell asleep, but I decided I wanted my diaper changed
before I went to sleep. I started crying and Sarah came in. She
checked my drenched diaper, released the side of the crib and took
me over to the change table. Then I really noticed how buzzed I was
feeling and figured that there must have been something special in
that last bottle. Sarah unsnapped the crotch of my pajamas to expose
my diaper. It was just barely seeping out the legs. I spread my legs
a bit and Sarah untapped my wet diaper and threw it away. Then the
I got a boner and Sarah wiped me off, oiled and powdered me. She
selected a disposable and a cloth diaper and put them on me with the
disposable on the outside. Double diapers for a long night, I
suppose, just in case I really wet the bed. Sarah put me back in my
crib, tucked me in and gave me a kiss. Then s he stuck her hand in
my pajamas gave me a quick feel, turning me on, then left.
My diaper was dry, I was aware of being buzzed, and feeling very
relaxed. I remember thinking that there just had to be something in
my last bottle and the next thing I knew it was Sunday morning.
I still had my diaper on when I awoke, and the sensations were
beyond belief. I guess my pubic hair had started growing back. I
knew I had some itchy days to look forward to unless I kept it
shaved. An interesting idea, which I would have to consider. My
diaper was soaked again. This was the second time that I had
saturated my pants in the night. I had never done that before, and
thought about what had been in that bottle.
I lied there in the crib for a while, feeling secure and happy. I
wet and filled my diaper with poo poo. It came out a lot easier with
me lying on my back. I mushed it around with my hand, and instantly
got hard from the sensation with no hair. Rubbing my penis through
my diaper for a while, I felt like I was just about to come, when
Sarah walked in. It startled me and I forgot about my hard-on for
the moment. She looked a little peeved, but just said "Good
morning, Baby, how is your diaper? Does it need a change?"
I whined a bit, gurgled and slapped my diaper with both hands
between my legs. She seemed to like my performance and gave me a
motherly smile, as if the baby had just done something adorable. I
sat up and could feel the poop squish up toward my balls. Let me
tell you, my dick didn't go limp. After standing up, I was led to
the change table, and made to lie down. Off came the pajamas and
plastic panties. The smell was horrid. I started crying to show my
discomfort. Sarah shushed me and started singing some little diddy.
I shut up as she cleaned me up. Light yellow disposables this time.
I lifted up as she pulled them under me and up between my legs. She
had to hold my unyielding penis down with the front of th e diaper
to tape it up properly. Over the diaper came some yellow diaper
panties to match. Leaving me lying on the change table, Sarah went
to one of the dressers and opened a drawer. Out came a yellow shirt
of some type. As she turned around and came closer, I saw it was a
diaper shirt. The kind with the flap that comes up between your
legs. It had lace around the collar, sleeves and leg flap. Sarah had
me sit up and pulled it over my head, slid my arms through, then
pushed me back down and snapped the flap between my legs. My boner
hadn't gone down yet, and the process of diaper change, and dressing
must have taken at least a half hour.
Another trip to the dining room and a ride in the high chair
meant breakfast. Another bib from some kitchen drawer, yellow to
match, was put on me. Cream-of-wheat and toast this time. The same
little bites, but this time I gave her a hard time and spit out some
cream-of-wheat a few times. Good thing for the bib. I pur posely
left crumbs and cream of wheat on my face and chin. Sarah didn't
wipe my face till I was finished, so I gurgled a bit and stuck my
tongue out at her. Another lovely smile came my way. I hadn't wet
yet, but Sarah checked me anyway and pronounced me dry. She
unsnapped the tray, I got up and promptly began filling my diaper.
Sarah led me to a room I hadn't been in before. It was a huge
bedroom. I assumed it was her room. There was a large canopied bed,
and I figured she must really like the color pink. I was led to the
bed and made to lie down. Sarah pulled out a drawer next to the bed
and pulled out some cotton rope. I decided this wasn't a baby --
mommy relationship any more. This must be the pay off. She started
tying me spread eagle to the bedposts and I started to cry and
squirm a bit. Sarah started crooning softly and rubbed my diaper. I
was already hard, but I did quit crying. After finishing tying me up
she left. I assumed she'd be back pretty soon, but by the clock
radio a half hour, then an hour had slipped by.
I spaced-out a bit looking around the room and thinking about my
situation. I wet my diaper again, and it was quite soppy now,
although it didn't leak. It was more than two hours later when Sarah
came back in, querying "How is my little Baby doing, ropes
aren't too tight, are they?" I hadn't noticed them much, not
being too worried about getting out. I pulled on them a bit now,
gave a smile, and made some baby sounds. Sarah stuck that large
pacifier in my mouth and felt my diaper through the side of my
shirt. Sarah smiled at the wetness, unsnapped the diaper shirt and
pulled the plastic panties down a bit. They still held the bottom of
my soggy diaper against me. My penis had gotten hard when she was
playing around with my diaper.
She seemed to take notice this time and untapped the top of the
diaper. My boner pressed out and she folded the top of my diaper
back. Grabbing my penis, Sarah began rubbing it up and down, stopped
for a minute, then left.
I heard water running, and she came back a few minutes later with
a warm washcloth. She washed my penis off and tucked the top of my
soggy diaper down inside, exposing more of my dick. Sarah washed the
base off and took the tip of my tool into her mouth. The feeling was
much better than my wet diaper, but I felt its waterlogged padding
bunched between my legs.
She bobbed slowly up and down. I tried to reach down and grab her
head to push it closer on my penis. Then I really took notice of how
well I was tied up. I started thrusting with my hips and Sarah stood
back. She gave me a little slap on the stomach and I lie still. She
took my penis in hand again and rubbed it a bit. She stood back
again and unbuttoned her shirt. Next the bra came off and she pulled
her skirt and panties down. Giving my penis a last squeeze, she left
again. I thought I would die from the pressure she had built up in
my balls and I tried to rub my diaper around on the bed to make
myself come. No luck.
Sarah returned in about 15 minutes with a bottle in one hand. She
sat down next to me on the bed, pulled the pacifier out and stuck
the nipple of the bottle in my mouth. I started sucking. The bottle
was filled with a warm, milk based liquid and had a good percentage
of some type of liqueur in it that I couldn't place.
I finished it off fairly quickly. Sarah plugged the pacifier back
in my mouth, taped up my diaper, and pulled the plastic panties back
up and left, shutting the door behind her. After the hardness of my
penis went droopy, I began to observe how uncomfortable my sopping
diaper was beginning to feel. I cried for a while. There was no
response and I started to get a bit worried. Pulling at the ropes, I
tried to get loose, but to no avail. Forty five Minutes later, I
wasn't bothered by my drenched diaper or the ropes. It was days
later that I thought that I had been given a dose o f LSD or
Sarah came back a little over an hour later with a pink, of
course, diaper bag that had a purple giraffe on the side. Coming
over she pulled my yellow, plastic panties down as far as she could
with me tied up. Untapped my diaper and pulled the diaper shirt up
around my arm pits. The usual wipe, oil and powder followed. Sarah
taped on a new disposable from the diaper bag and pulled the plastic
panties back up.
I was disappointed that she didn't want to jump on my bone with a
drippy diaper on, but by this time I was quite looped and was really
enjoying my pacifier. Sarah snuggled up next to me, put one arm
around me and the other on top of my diaper panties and started
massaging me. I was hard, and came in my nappy within 30 seconds.
I'm sure she could feel my dick throb through the diaper and as I
came I jerked on the ropes a bit. She continued rubbing the cum
around in my diaper, patted me between my legs and left again.
I spaced- out again, seeing visions on the underside of the
canopy. A while later I looked at the clock and found over an hour
had gone by. I peed in my diaper. The sensation of the liquid
flowing into my pants in my buzzed condition was incredible. It
moistened the cum that had begun to dry, and it wasn't so sticky any
Sarah came in a half an hour later, set a full bottle on the
night stand and changed my diaper. I thought this was the it, she
was going to screw me, but she left again after plucking out the
pacifier and feeding me the bottle. It didn't taste like the last
one, and went down quicker. 40 minutes after Sarah left I felt my
bowels telling me I had to take a shit. I thought that rather
strange, as I usually poop only once a day. There was no stopping it
as it oozed out. That triggered my bladder and I wet too. I moved
around on the bed a lot, and squished my poopy, wet diaper around. I
was still very high, and only noticed the poo p oo smell when I
lifted my butt up and flopped it down on the bed. The aroma didn't
bother me at all in my state.
It was another hour before Sarah came back. She pressed my diaper
up against me, and mushed it around. I could smell my full pants and
I'm sure Sarah could too. She pulled the plastic panties down again,
only a little, enough to un-tape the first tabs of my diaper. She
pulled out my penis, and left again with the old, cold wash cloth.
Moments later she was washing my dick off and sucking on the end.
I don't know how she could stand the fragrance of shitty diaper,
but she got me hard again. Sarah then climbed up and sat on my hips,
but didn't put me inside her yet. She leaned over and pulled out the
pacifier and put her nipple in my mouth. After a few sucks, I
noticed it get hard and stiff. Sarah moaned and grabbed my penis.
Taking the head she rubbed it up and down and around her outer pussy
lips. I didn't go soft, that's for sure. Sarah finally glided my
penis into her pussy and the feeling was beyond words. As she pumped
up and down on me, the poo poo in my diaper squished around and I
was very aware of the wet sogginess between my legs.
Sarah groaned and began to rub her clitoris with one hand, and
used the other to feel up my diaper. I made some baby noises at this
point and it just seemed to turn her on more. Leaning forward she
stuck a nipple in my mouth, and as I sucked for all I was worth she
whimpered with ecstasy. Riding me and rubbing her clit, Sarah came.
I was still sucking on her nipple and almost came when she did, but
I had already had some release that day, and could hold out a bit
longer. She continued to drive up and down, and begun smushing my
poopy diaper again, which she had stopped doing when she reached
orgasm. The smell came out again, and from the feeling of my shit
squishing against my bare butt, her silky pussy clutching at my
penis, I came deep into her cunt. Sarah came again just after I did
and slowed to a stop. Leaning forward, she pulled me out of her with
a slight plop. I could still feel my penis between the lips of her
pussy as she pressed her breasts against my chest and snuggled her
head against me.
We both felt exhausted when Sarah got up off me. She grabbed a
baby wipe out of the diaper bag and wiped off her crotch. A thick,
change pad came out of the bag next, after sliding it under me, down
came the plastic panties and the stench was remarkably bad. Peeling
the tapes off, she pulled the diaper down a bit and used it to scrap
some of the poop off my ass as she drew it all the way off. While
she was using the old, cold wash cloth to clean me off, I started
crying. I continued to cry as she left with the shitty, smelly
diaper. Sarah came back moments later with a bunch of diapers and
put them in the diaper bag. I quit crying to watch what she was
doing. They were all disposabl es, but in different colors. A few
pairs of plastic panties followed. All were pink with different
lace, ruffle designs.
Sarah finally untied me, grabbed the diaper bag, and I followed
her back to the nursery, rubbing my wrists. I spent some more time
on the change table. A fresh diaper, two actually, and my old
clothes. Pink, plastic panties then my underwear and blue jeans. She
pulled me to a sitting position and put on my shirt and coat.
Sarah took my by the shoulders and I looked up at her. I 6could
feel my diaper caress me as we kissed. I was getting better at it
now. Sarah snatched a piece of folded paper off the shelf and gave
it to me saying (in The Voice) "Why don't you give me a call in
a couple weeks? Come back and be my baby." I blushed and said I
would be calling. Walking me to the door, a smile, another kiss, and
I found myself outside on the porch. The diaper covering my butt
felt good and I noticed the pink diaper bag with the giraffe was
over my arm. Feeling paranoid, I looked around. Out in the driveway
I saw my truck. It surprised me, but to hide the diaper bag, I went
and got in, finding the keys in the ignition. I drove home, and wet
my diaper on the way, thinking about the next time I would talk to