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Story: MIRANDA AND ME Part 3
Over lunch we got to talking about the diapers again. I told her that ever since I was a toddler I had a special thing for them. " I can remember that at first, seeing them or thinking about them made me feel kind of weird " I said. "But as I got a little older I realised I quite liked thinking and fantasizing about them. I started masturbating at an early age, maybe seven or eight years old and my fantasies always involved diapers. Either I was put into diapers myself, or I pictured some neighboorhood girl or classmate in them, being treated and pampered like a baby. When I was thirteen or so I developed the more usual sexual feelings for girls aswell, but the diaper thing always stayed with me. Out of embarrassment I ignored it for years, so it wasn't until I got my hands on a specialist magazine by chance that I remembered how exciting it was. It had pictures of beautiful girls in diapers and babyclothing and stories that seemed to describe my very own sexual fantasies! It made me also realise I wasn't alone with this fetish. When I moved out to live on my own I had a little more privacy and I ordered some sample packages from Depends and Tena and started wearing them occasionally, which was a huge turn-on. And that's pretty much as it is now, until I met you, that is. You're the only one I have ever told this stuff. " She giggled and said "You're the only one who knows about me aswell, but I I'm affraid I told you a little lie. I said I wet the bed on purpose because I liked it when my mom put me back in diapers. But there is more to that story. She had me in diapers before that ". Her face flushed and she seemed a little shy to continue. But she did: "My mom- my adoptive mom- had a hard time toilet-training me. Peeing wasn't a problem in the daytime but she couldn't get me to...well, you know, poop in the toilet. This I absolutely refused, she told me later, and sometimes I didn't go for days. Only when she put a diaper on me I could do it. She tried for a year or so and then gave up. So until I was like, eight years old I had to wear a diaper to be able to poop. After that I was affraid my classmates and friends would find out about it and I sort of felt peer pressure, and decided I would just go to the bathroom". I looked at her red face and said "So you had a better understanding for that constipated kid in Pediatrics then you made out ". She smiled and said: "Yes and no. What I said then was right. I had a little problem getting toilet-trained, but only for a couple of years. I fooled my mom into diapering me-in school I used the bathroom like everybody else. But I liked wearing those diapers and pooping them, so I didn't tell her until years later. Back then I didn't understand why I liked it so much, but now I know that it must have been some sort of sexual thing even then." By now I was totally excited. Hearing my beautiful girl talk about pooping in diapers made my knees shake and my hands tremble. But I didn't want her to notice, so I regained my composure and ordered us two coffees. After finishing those we decided to go back to my place. She wanted to see my diapers and my magazines, so I took out the box in which I kept them from the closet. She admired my diverse collection of diapers (all from sample packages) and said she only ever used Tena diapers she'd knicked from the hospital. She wanted to try some of mine, though. I decided to first pour us a drink while she flipped through my magazines. From the kitchen I noticed she seemed to have a special interest for a Japanese magazine, which had pictures of a beautiful girl wearing babyclothes, and, as was visible in the final picture, a messy diaper. Miranda didn't see me watching her, but had a special smile on her face when I returned with the drinks. A knowing smile. She'd put the magazine down and now was paging through a German catalogue full of adult babyclothing. "I love these clothes," she said, absently. I handed her her glass and sat down next to her on the couch. She took a sip, then put the glass down. She patted her belly and said: "Boy, that was a big lunch. I'm full!" She rubbed her belly. "Those stupid nightshifts always give me the same problem. You know what I mean? At night you're to busy to go to the bathroom, and then you sleep all day. Before you know it you haven't had a poop in three days." I could sort of see where this conversation was going. Seeing the messy girl in the magazine made Miranda realise I had a thing for girls in dirty diapers. Just like she had a thing about being in them! "So what do you do when your nightshift is finished?" I said. She giggled. "I usually have a cup of stong coffee...like the one we just had at the restaurant. That always gets things going. But what really makes it happen is, well, putting on a diaper. Just like when I was a little girl. I get so excited about that, it almost happens by itself." She paused for a second. "I do this every time I get out of nightshift. I really love it. Do you think I'm dirty?" What could I say? Like I told you, my diaper fantasies almost always featured women who messed their diapers. I'm not into scat or anything like that. It's just that babyish aspect of pooping yourself that's exciting to me. Here now was a girl who obviously wanted to do this with me. I decided to waiste no words on the matter, but took one of my diapers out of the box, an Attends, and started to take of her clothes. She smiled at me again and started helping me until she was naked but for her t-shirt and socks. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she whispered. "I 'd love to," I said. "I don't think it's dirty. And I really want you to do it". She seemed reassured. When I had the diaper in place, we went to the bedroom. She looked at herself in the dressing mirror, feeling the diaper with her hands, rubbing it, turning around to see her backside. "I love this diaper. It looks so babyish, like pampers or something," she said in a hushed voice. She rubbed her belly again, and then her face cramped for a second, as if in pain. "I really need to go now, she said. "I can't hold out much longer." When she relaxed a bit I took her hand and put her down on the bed. We started kissing heavily and as I fondled her tits she began to rub my crotch. I was of course already rock hard. I started to rub her diapered groin aswell, but she pushed my hand away and suddenly got up. She positioned herself on the bed, on her knees, holding the headboard, her back arched, her behind sticking out. I was lying on the bed, close behind her, watching. At first nothing seemed to happen. Then she groaned a little, and a little bulge started to appear in the back of her diaper. There was no sound but the soft crinckling of her diaper as the bulge grew bigger. With a sigh, Miranda seemed to relax for a couple of seconds. Then she held her breath again, biting her lower lip. The bulge started growing again, a little faster now, and with the crinckling of the diaper there was now also a faint burbling sound. Again she relaxed, with a sigh and an excited, high pitched little moan. She looked at me over her shoulder, and I smiled at her, encouragingly. With her left hand she touched the by now huge bulge in her diaper and sighed: "This feels so good!" With shaking hands I touched the bulge aswell. I was so hot I could have come on the spot in my pants. I rubbed the back of the diaper and said: "Do you want me to change you?" "No wait," she said, "I'm not done yet." She got a concentrated look on her face and held her breath again, straining a little this time. Nothing seemed to happen, but then the bulge suddenly started growing again. The diaper stretched and started to hang down a little. Then she relaxed with a sigh and said: "That's it!" I got up on my knees and pulled her to me and started hugging and kissing her. I felt my way down her back until I had reached the diaper and then touched the load down the back. It was huge. Suddenly she pulled me down with her on the bed. I was on my back with her next to me, when she took my left leg between her thighs and started sort of humping me, pushing her diapered crotch against my leg and hip. The humping motion of her left leg against my groin massaged my rock-hard cock. I could feel after a couple of seconds that her rhythm changed, and she started moaning in a soft, babylike voice, saying things like: "Oh daddy, I'm in such a mess, please change my dirty diaper" over and over until she just seemed to cry in an emotional babyish way. This and her humping made me reach orgasm very quickly and we came simultaniously. Like the last time, we were both completely out of this world for a moment, exhausted from the sheer intensity of our orgasms. So we lay there for a while, holding eachother. Then I asked her how she felt. "Great," she said, "Relieved. Totally relaxed. Happy." I said that if she was ready, I would change her dirty diaper. She said she wanted to keep it on for a while, which was OK by me. So we talked a bit more until she said she was ready to be changed. "If you don't want to do it, I'll just do it myself in the bathroom. I know it's dirty". I said that I would be glad to, that it didn't bother me at all, that I was used to these things , working in the hospital, and that she was my little babygirl and nothing she could ever do could gross me out. She liked that and laid herself down on her back and assumed that helpless, babylike position again; legs slightly opened, hands up next to her face. I handed her my pacifier which I also kept in my diaperbox, and with a giggle she stuck it in her mouth. Cleaning her up was quite a job, but with some wet washing gloves I managed to do it quickly. After rubbing some babylotion all over her lower body, I put her in another diaper. She then undressed me and diapered me aswell. Having just come so intensily I didn't want to start making out immediately again. So we took the babyclothes catalogue with us to bed and selected some items that Miranda particularly liked. All very girly, babyish stuff, like babyprinted bonnets and socks, and a couple of babypants in different prints, plus some "bodystocking" type shirts with press-buttons in the groin area. We filled in the order form and decided to send it that day.
After talking for a while we deciced Miranda would move in with me. We didn't think this was too fast because
we knew that we wanted to be with eachother all the time. As if to celebrate this decision, Miranda started
rubbing my cock again through my diaper. Wearing the diaper and seeing Miranda in hers had made me excited again.
I was sitting on the couch, Miranda knelt on the floor before me; she opened up the fastening tapes of my diaper,
took my cock out and started sucking it as delicately as the last time. After a while of this I pulled her up towards me.
Straddling me she pushed aside her diaper and lowered herself unto me, pushing my dripping cock inside her creamy
wet pussy. She began riding it slowly but firmly, both of us not speaking until I could feel myself almost coming again.
Right then she got up, taking my dick out and grabbed something from the couch beside me. It was the babylotion
which I had used on her, and now she let drip a little bit of it unto my hardon. Then she took my cock, leaned forward a
little and lowered herself again, this time with the tip off my cock pushing against her asshole. With surprising ease,
I slid inside her, feeling the tight heat of her ass. Maybe it was still a little stretched from pushing out that huge load.
She started moaning and her movements became cramped and almost robotic when she started coming almost immediately.
I had never had anal sex before, but fantasized about it, and now that it was happening, together with what we had done before,
it made me come even more heavily than the first time, my climax almost painful in it's intensity.
I could tell by her face that the same thing was happening to her. Both moaning we exploded together.
Afterwards we fell on the bed completely exhausted, and slept for a couple of hours even though it was
still afternoon. When we woke, we showered together and got ready to go out for dinner and a movie.
Over dinner we discussed her moving in with me. It didn't seem like much of a problem. So a couple of
weeks later, she did. And we spend a nice weekend out in Paris, to celebrate. A weekend in which no toilets
were used, and our new set of babyclothes were used for the first time. More of this in the next chapter.
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