Posted by Six Gun on September 05, 2004 at 00:22 [24.117.41.87]
Okay, first off, I want to tell you all that this is not a typical diaper story. I notice a significant lack of QUALITY in diaper stories, with the majority of the story being about diapers. This is FINE for some people, but for me, I would rather see someone from the likes of Sidney Sheldon or Tom Clancy write a story about diapers due to the increased quality. That being said, I spent a solid five hours writing this. No, it isn't the best story ever written, but if you're looking for a story that discusses only diapers, go elsewhere. If you're interested in a story that actually contains a plot, I invite you to enjoy the story below.
Laundry Day
I hear the incessant buzzing coming from the alarm clock. My eyes open warily only to find the room bathed in sunlight already. It never seems like I can get enough sleep these days. I hit the snooze button and hunker down back under the covers, somehow believing that fifteen extra minutes of sleep will make all the difference. As I sigh and close my eyes again, I feel the gentle touch of an arm and then a hand coming across my body to clutch at my chest. “What the hell?” I wonder aloud as I crane my neck backwards to see who it is that is touching me. I see an unfamiliar face with a familiar smile and a gorgeous set of eyes staring back at me. My eyebrows furrow in a questioning form, and then relax into a normal setting. Who cares? I’ve got a girl holding me in my own bed, why question this? She chuckles softly and sighs as her eyelids close and she quickly returns to her slumber. Once her breathing becomes regular, I relax and try to piece together from a foggy memory what is going on…
I seem to recall meeting her at the laundromat. College makes for shaky schedules with little time to do the necessary. I had managed to find time yesterday to go do laundry, since it was long overdue already. I brought with me a book to entertain myself for what was likely to be a long and boring two hours. About 45 minutes into my stay, sometime near sunset, a girl walked in and set her basket down on a dryer near the door. I glanced up from my book and saw her walk back to her car and grab another basket of clothes. Since she left her trunk open, I assumed she needed help. I creased the page I was reading, set my book down and started for the door. “Howdy” I began, “do you need some help?”
“Oh, I think I got it, thanks” she replied.
“Are you sure? Its not like I got a lot of other things to do around here” I said as I gestured to the empty laundromat. At this she smiled and looked sideways at me as she said “you can grab the whites in the back seat if you wish”. I smiled back and started to her car. Opening the rear door I saw a mesh duffel bag with socks and bras and underwear and other white things in them. I snatched it up, grabbed the other bag in the back seat, and set them down inside next to her other things. “Thank you for the help” she said as I returned to my side of the laundromat. “Don’t mention it”, I replied.
As I re-entered my world of ancient clans and hunter-gatherers, I subconsciously noted her taking up a washer four machines over from mine. She stuffed her things into three washers, deposited coins into two of them, and stopped. “Excuse me” she began again, “but do you have change for a dollar?” I dug into my pocket and found six quarters and handed them to her. “Don’t worry about it” I say.
“I can’t take this” she said. “At least take my dollar”.
“Nah” I replied. “I stole them from a little old lady while she was sleeping anyway”. At this she smiled and glanced at me briefly before she turned away and dropped the quarters into the machine. I smiled at myself for my rare act of benevolence and reached for my book. As I watched her spend my quarters on her laundry, I realized that we are the only two people in the building. I shrugged to myself and reentered the time 20,000 years before present day.
As I was reading about an intense hunt of wooly mammoths, I noticed a figure approach and extend her arm to me. “Here” she said, as I reached up and took the can of Coke from her hand. Caught off guard, “thanks” was all I managed to say. She smiled and popped open her own can of Coke while my eyes followed her back to her washers. I stared at the can of Coke I never requested as it sat in my hand, and my curiosity got the better of me. I set my book down and started across the room to her. “Thanks again” I managed to say as the sound of the pop of a freshly opened can of Coke ricocheted off the tile floor and metal machines. “I love this damn stuff”.
“Ha ha, so do I” she replied as she took a sip and glanced down at her newspaper.
“So um…come here often” I managed to say after a moment of awkward silence.
“No more than I have to” came the reply.
“Yeah, me either. Hey, if I had my choice, I’d never wash clothes at all, ha ha” I said. Smooth, man. Real smooth. She shot me a quizzical look, reinforcing my fear that my statement sounded as dumb to her as it did to me.
“So, go to school around here?” I asked, hoping to change subjects before the idiocy of my previous remark had time to settle in.
“No, I just moved here from Indiana. I haven’t really had time to think about that sort of thing” she ventured. “Do you?”
“Me? Yeah, I go to school here. State University. Best University in the uh…well, the state”. I’m really making headway now…
“What do you study?” she asked.
“Well, I’m studying communications. See, it’s a degree where when I get out of school, I’ll be able to go to these places like Verizon or SBC or AT&T and be able to tell them how they can…” I cut short when I notice the glazed look in her eyes. “You know what, it really doesn’t matter. Its not that interesting to me, I can’t imagine it being that interesting to you”. She smiled appreciatively at my remark and nodded.
“So, do you like the people here so far?” I offered.
“Well”, she started as she lay down her newspaper and ran her fingers through her hair, finally resting her hands on her thigh “I haven’t really made a whole lot of friends here. It’s almost as though the people aren’t friendly to me on purpose”.
“Yeah, I know how you feel” I replied, as I recalled my first days in this town. “I had trouble making friends when I got here too. Come to think of it, I still do!” To this she only nodded and reached for her paper again.
“Say, what are you doing here anyway? Why come all the way from Indiana?” I asked.
“Well, it all began last April, when my Uncle Gary had a huge disagreement with my dad. They had planned to invest in some lakefront property when…” she began, but I was no longer listening. I suddenly began to realize how beautiful she was. It was quite obviously laundry day as she had on some rather dumpy looking clothes. A pair of light gray sweats topped by a dark blue hooded sweater sat on her petite frame above a pair of white running shoes. Though I tried not to look so obvious, I found it difficult to believe that she was wearing a bra. Her dark auburn hair cut just above her shoulder blades rippling as she moved her head to emphasize whatever it was she was saying. I noticed a trace of either light pink lipstick or light chapstick on her expressive mouth. I found it difficult to believe someone like this had trouble finding friends, especially of the opposite sex. I maintained eye contact with her in an attempt to appear interested, and I must have been doing a good job as she finished her story and asked “…don’t you think?”
“Uh, sure, that sounds um…like it could be difficult. I hope I never have to go through it”. I must have hit the nail on the head because she beamed at me and nodded.
“So, why is it you…” I began as my buzzer went off for my washers. “Oh, excuse me” I said as I started back to my half of the room. As I loaded three washers full of shirts, jeans, towels, and sheets into three dryers behind me, I saw her watching me out of the corner of my eye. She didn’t make it obvious, but I could tell she was either interested in the witty sayings emblazoned across the back of my shirts, or she was interested in me. Considering the fact that my shirts were difficult to read balled up and tossed quickly into a dryer, I hazarded a guess that the latter was more likely to be true.
Once my clothes were loaded and tumbling gently inside a metal cauldron of heat and socks, I went to the bathroom and then returned to discuss other matters with her. “So”, I began “what do you think of” and BZZZZZT!, her washing machine was finished. “Oh, excuse me” she said, and opened the lid of the first washer. “Here, I’ll help you. Where do you want them; over here?” I ask.
“No, it’s okay, I’ll get it, don’t worry” she said quickly.
“Hey, I’m just as busy as you are right now” I replied, and opened the lid to the third washer. I am surprised when she suddenly grabs the lid and slams it down, almost catching my fingers.
“I SAID, don’t worry about it” she says coldly, giving me a look that made me feel as though ice water had replaced blood in my veins.
“Alright girl” I said as I held my hands up, palms facing her in a submissive stance. “I’ll wait”.
With that she dug into the first washer to grab three armfuls of colorful blouses, underwear, shorts, and skirts. She then dug into the second washer, grabbing a load of white socks, shirts, rags, and sheets. She finally makes her way to the third washer, which I had been offering to help load into a dryer. She turned her back to me and dug deep to grab all the clothes at once. In her haste to do the job, she grabbed the load and spun around only to find she forgot to open the door to a dryer. “Um…could you help me?” she said, and I gladly came back and oblige. “Thanks” she said as she began to stuff the armful of white into tumbler. Only problem was, the armful was too much for her and she spilled a few things on the floor. Instinctively, I bent down to pick her items up. As I grabbed them, only then did I notice that I had picked up cloth diapers. Large cloth diapers. With light brown and yellow stains on them. “Here you go” I say, as I notice her stiffen up and snatch them from my hand. The hostility of her reaction confused me, and I noticed the defiant look on her face.
“So…you got kids?” I offered, hoping to close the apparent Pandora’s box I had opened.
“No” came the curt reply.
“Ah. So you just use diapers to wax your car, huh? Yeah, I get paint on my wax rags sometimes too. Damn old cars” I venture, though I knew her car to be red and no more than three years old. She said nothing but rather returned to her washer and continued reading her newspaper. Apparently, my plan of playing stupid didn’t work. Following another awkward silence, during which I didn’t move, she asked “well, aren’t you going to go back to your book?”
“Um, no, why should I?” I asked, flabbergasted.
“You know why”. Ah. The traditional female response.
“Um…..no, why?”
“You know”.
“Huh?”
Apparently, playing stupid is a lot easier than it seems, but a lot harder to hide.
“You can’t tell me you don’t know”
“What?”
“You really don’t know?”
“Huh?”
“Just leave me alone”. Given the chance to escape this odd situation, I stood silently for a moment. Then, as though I were given permission, I returned to my post to watch my socks tumble dry for the next half hour. Confused, I glanced back in her direction. Seeing nothing but her face immersed in an article concerning the plight of blue whales off the coast of Alaska, I returned to my book. But I am unable to read. I read paragraph after paragraph without knowing what it is I read. I sit in silence, trying to discern what it was I said wrong or did wrong. Eventually, I decided that well hell, since I have nothing to lose, I may as well go for broke.
“Excuse me” I said timidly as I came up to her.
“Huh?” Well, no turning back now…
“Do you um…..is it……um……do…..are those YOUR diapers?” Uh oh. I asked the wrong question. I saw the look in her eyes and the rage in her shoulders. She tossed her newspaper aside, cleared her throat, and looked me in the eyes. Whoa. She sure is gorgeous.
“Yes”, she said, rather defiantly. “You got a problem with that?”
“Well, no, should I?” I replied, surprised that this was the cause of all that concern. Apparently, we actually caught each other off guard, as I noticed the expression on her face change from one of defiance to one of caution.
“You…don’t think it’s gross that I wear diapers?”
“No. That’s your business, not mine. In fact, I remember when I was younger, I used to try on baby diapers just because I wanted to see what it felt like. To tell you the truth, I’m still a little curious to see what it’s like, with bigger diapers.”
Apparently, I said the right thing, because my reply rendered her speechless. I could see the look in her eyes go from defensive to almost…almost…loving. Almost immediately, I realized what a stupid response that was, as I opened myself to subjective judgment to the largest degree I have experienced to date. Why did I say something so stupid like that? I don’t even know this girls name! My fears are quickly subdued, however, as I saw her jump off the washer and stand face-to-face with me. Almost breathless, she looked me deep in the eyes and says “really?”
Though I wasn’t entirely sure I was being truthful when I said it, I suddenly realized as I noticed her brown eyes burrowing into mine that yes, in fact, I was curious. Why not? It sounds interesting, and it’s not like it hurts anybody.
“Sure!” I replied, enthusiastically, more and more sure every second that what I spoke was the truth.
“Wow…” was all I got her to say. At this point, I felt awkward, knowing I had said and done something right, but I wasn’t quite able to put my finger one exactly what it was.
“So…why do you wear diapers then?” I managed to ask. She slowly looked up at me and smiled, then suddenly lunged at me and gave me a big hug. Dazed, I returned the favor, and wrapped my arms around her petite but firm frame. “You don’t know how much I need to be able to talk to someone about this” she said, and I am more than happy to listen to her talk. We then proceed to sit down and talk about how she has been wearing diapers since she was sixteen, how she hid them from her parents, how she wore them to bed when her parents were away, and how once she moved out on her own how she could wear them whenever she wanted. “I don’t generally wear cloth diapers” she told me, “but every once in a while, I feel the need to put one on. I prefer the feel of plastic disposable diapers between my legs. I like the way they feel, the way they sound, the way they look, the way they fit; everything! I’ve been wearing Attends diapers for the past four years, because they are the softest, most absorbent, and most discrete of all the diapers I’ve worn. I like how they’re white, too. I used to like Depends, but they remind me of old people too much” she said, and chuckled. Not knowing what else to say, I can only muster stupid questions like “So, do you use them?”
“Oh yeah, of course I do! Why else wear diapers? They’re great when you need them! I remember this one time, I had the flu and had the worst diarrhea ever. But you know how it is, when you live on your own, you have to do things on your own, there isn’t anyone to do them for you. So I was wearing a diaper and grocery shopping, when I had the worst stomach cramp. But instead of having to run to the bathroom, which I’m sure I wouldn’t have made anyway, I was able to mess my diaper instead! It was so wonderful not having to worry about it. I was just in an aisle all by myself, and I just stood still and pooped my pants! And nobody was the wiser! I felt so naughty and it was so exciting! And instead of having to sit on a toilet for half an hour waiting for the cramps to subside and go away, I just pooped my diaper whenever I had to as I shopped! Of course, the ride home was interesting, but the diaper I had on held up well and was able to…..oh my goodness……” she said.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I can’t believe I told you that…..Oh man…..I am so embarrassed…….excuse me” she said as she stood up red-faced and walked away.
“Hey, wait!” I called after her. “I think it sounds……neat”.
“You…do?” she asks cautiously. Now, when I said it, I wasn’t as sure as I sounded, but the more I thought about it, the more interesting the idea became.
“Yeah, I do. In fact, I think it’d be great if you could show me the pleasure that you appear to find in wearing diapers”.
“Do you really?” she asked me. Being intrigued, I immediately replied “Yes ma’am. Yes I do”.
To this I was awarded a glorious smile followed by a phone number to call the following evening. Walking on cloud nine, I returned to my now-dry socks and shirts and towels with a feeling of hope, a pang of excitement, and a premonition that tomorrow night would turn out to be more exciting than my plan of watching The Simpsons and eating popcorn until I fell asleep on the couch.
---Section Two---
My doorbell rang at around 9:00 PM and I was rewarded with the broad smile and sparkling eyes of a gorgeous 21 year old woman standing on my welcome mat. She was wearing a light green blouse and a light gray short pleated skirt that reached to just above her knees. She gave me a hug as I invited her into my apartment and she took a seat on my couch. I brought her a glass of my best Long Island Ice tea recipe and sat down across from her with my own. We talked of current events and art and the plight of the local Blue Jay before we both realized that we were chomping at the bit to talk about the topic that was on both of our minds.
“So…” I began.
“So…” she echoed.
“So…I’m sorry…are you wearing a diaper right now?” She smiled broadly as she spreads her legs and exposed the white mass between her legs. A pink cotton pair of panties tried vaguely to cover her secret, to no avail. She noticed my excitement as I am unable to do anything but stare. Almost as a tease, she re-crossed her legs and took another sip of her drink. “Are you curious?” she asked me. Confused, I ask her to clarify. “Are you curious as to what it feels like to wear a diaper?” Suddenly, I realize that I am.
“Actually, yes, I am” I replied shakily.
“How cute” she cooed at me, and took another sip of her drink. “How about another?” she asked, rattling the ice in her drink in a gesture to receive a second Long Island. Gladly, I oblige and she downed her second drink quickly. “I brought more diapers in my purse” she began, obviously beginning to be intoxicated. “Oh yeah?” I asked, not sure where things are going.
“Mmmm hmmm” she hummed, giving me a devilish grin. “And I think I want to put one on you, you sexy thing”. Now, when a girl calls me sexy, I KNOW she has to be drunk. But hey, who’s to argue with this, huh? So, rather stupidly, I replied “okay, lets do it then!”
She finished off her second drink and stood up rather shakily. I held her hands to steady her, and she grabbed her purse and lead me to my bedroom. Being giggly from the alcohol she kisses my cheek and laughs as she throws me down on my bed. Nice. Now this is something I could grow to like. Unexpectedly, she straddled me and began to kiss me on the lips passionately. Drunk girls are the best!
Suddenly, she grabs at my crotch and I am taken aback. What the hell is this? I just met this girl. I then realize she must have been drinking BEFORE she came over anyway. At any rate, she tears at my belt and undoes it. She whips my pants off and throws them across the room. As I’m laying there in nothing but a shirt and my boxers, things suddenly turn serious. “Now listen” she said to me as she began to take off her shoes. “What we do here, it never leaves this house, understood?” Not being an idiot, I nod dumbly. Sure. Whatever you say, crazy woman. “Good”, she replied, and reached for her bag.
Now look, I’ve done some pretty crazy things in my life. But wearing diapers, that was a stretch. Back me up on this gentlemen, we’ll pretty much say anything to impress the ladies and get them in bed. Now, when I said that I was interested in wearing a diaper, I was stretching the truth. I was a LITTLE interested, and VERY interested if it meant getting this hot chick into a bed with me. But as I lay there and I watched her skillful hands switch off the light, slide off my underwear and reach for a diaper in her purse, I realized that there was more truth in my statement than I thought. I saw the look of excitement on her face and the look of pleasure that putting a diaper on me brought to her. I suddenly realized that no matter what it was that this girl was doing to me, I felt good knowing that what I was doing was making her happy. And knowing how happy wearing a diaper made her, I was willing to go wherever she wanted to go with this.
She told me to lift my butt off the bed and she slipped a diaper under my back. She smiled crookedly at me as she pulled the back tabs tight across my front and taped them into place. She then took off my shirt and went to my closet. Laying there, I watched her select a plain white undershirt and bring it back to me. She made me put my arms up and slid my shirt over my head. She then took my hands and sat me up as she stood back to stare at me. It was then that I took the time to realize what was going on. I felt the bulge of a soft diaper between my legs. In the silence, I heard the crinkle of the plastic as I shifted positions and looked down at myself. As I ran my hand across my backside, I felt the plastic against my palm, and a pang of excitement ran through my body as I looked up and saw her pulling down her skirt and standing in the soft moonlight clad in only a light green blouse and a diaper. I saw the perfect figure worthy of the classification of a statue of Venus WITH the arms and legs, and I suddenly realized what a wonderful thing this was. I was unexpectedly excited and pleased to be wearing a diaper. I glanced up as this girl started back towards me, and we clashed together as one when her arms encircled my body the same way mine encircled hers. We kissed and hugged passionately on my bed for a few minutes, suddenly conscious that a wonderful thing had just happened between us. The world stood still and time slowed to a crawl. For a moment, only two things existed on the earth: her and I. And though I had bills to pay, work to do, and things to accomplish, none of it mattered. For the two of us melded together as one, and the heaven and the earth melted together in perfect harmony, and all was right in the world, and nothing could disturb the two of us caught in the moment that lasted indefinitely.
Between heated kisses, she bit my lip and began to moan. Hey, I’m doing good, I thought. “Ooooooh, oh no…….this isn’t good…..” she began although she was smiling at me. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Oh nothing. It’s just….well, I have to go to the bathroom” she replied as she smiled slyly at me. “Well, you’re wearing a diaper, aren’t you?” I asked as I pulled her closer. “Mmm hmmm” she managed. “Then why don’t you go in your diaper, then?”
“Okay” she whispered and pushed back from me. Through the darkness and the subtle glaze of light offered by the moon, I saw her move her hair from her eyes and attempt to gain composure. I reclined onto my elbow and relaxed in my attempt to enjoy the show. I saw her smiling through the blackness and clutch her stomach gently. She sighed as I heard a light hissing sound and I realized she is wetting her diaper. “This feels soooooooo good” she said to no one in particular, and I remained silent. When she was done I heard her sigh again and I assumed that she was done. I begin to stir in an attempt to retrieve her to my bed when she turned around and began grunting softly. Taken aback, I returned to my position to watch. I saw her body tense as I suddenly realized she is trying to mess her diaper. “Are you okay?” I asked, dumbfounded by what I was seeing. “Sure am” she replied, obviously caught up in the moment. “I really have to go, though” she told me, and turned back around. Before I knew it, she was straddling me with her knees across my body, facing me, her butt a few inches above my thighs. She then leaned down and hugged me, the side of her head pressing against mine. Not knowing what to do, I hugged her back. She then grabbed my arms and put them back against the bed. I then lay silently, letting her do what she wanted. Still holding me, I felt her body tense up, and heard small sounds emanating from her rear end. Slightly confused but at the same time frozen with indecision, I lay quietly. I could tell from her accelerated breathing that she was loving every moment of this. Suddenly, I heard her groan loudly, and I felt her body tense up sharply. Her breathing stopped, and I heard a loud crackling sound coming from her butt. She sighed loudly, and snuggled against my shoulder. Not entirely comfortable with this, I begin to wiggle away from her. “But…but…I’m not done!” she protested. “Ooooh……..” and she hugged me tighter. Being caught in her death grip, I had no choice but to sit back for the ride. She was becoming louder. “Ohhhhh……I cant hold it!” she cried, even though it is obvious that she could. I heard a second wave of crackling, this time longer, lasting a good five to six seconds. She pulled back slightly from me and smiled. “Aaaaaaaaaaah, feels good” she proclaimed. She then raised an eyebrow as she took my hand and put it on her bottom. “Does that feel good to you, baby?” she asked me. Not knowing what to say, I remain silent. I saw her close her eyes once more and smile, and my hand on the lump in her rear moved as I felt her poop her diaper a little more, finishing off her load. She smiled with her eyes closed and begins to stand up, clearly entranced in the feeling. I sat up and stared at the sight before me. Where a beautiful woman once stood, there now stood a 21 year old girl in a what used to be white diaper sagging between her legs with yellow and light brown stains, with a strange smell permeating my room. Having not experienced this before, I was not sure what to say or to do. Then, once again, I looked at her face, and I realized that everything was okay. “Look at her” I told myself. “Look how happy she is”. Her face was flushed with ecstasy. She was grabbing at her own breasts and massaging them gently. One hand was grabbing at her full rear end, and the size of her smile was beyond that which I have ever seen before on anyone. Looking at her, you would think she just won the lottery. “What could be wrong with that?” I asked myself, and stood up, moving myself toward her. My hands touched hers, and she took them to her own breasts, her eyes still closed. “I want you to poop your diaper for ME” she demanded, opening her eyes as she finishes her sentence. It is at this point that I realized that yes, in fact, I did have to go.
“Okay, for you, I will” I replied, and I saw yet another smile grace her face. Wow, what a find this girl was.
“Good”, she giggled, and gingerly took a seat on my bed. As I stood there by myself, I was a little apprehensive about what to do, but she made sure to make me feel better.
“I…I don’t know what to do” I stammered.
“Just poop your pants, silly!” she said, making it sound a lot easier than it was.
“But, I’ve never done this before” I mentioned. At this, she stood up and kissed me gently on the lips. “You can do it, big boy” she told me, and grabbed at my puffy bottom. I feel her nails grace my back and the feeling relaxed me. “Okay” I managed to reply.
She took my hand and I graced her full bottom once more before she retook her seat on my bed. Alone again, I began to push, but try as I might, nothing was happening. She stood again and kissed me, humming to me gently through my lips. I closed my eyes and her arms around me comforted me again. I pushed once more, and before I knew it, I felt a soft, warm mass between my legs. “Good job!” she exclaimed, as I saw her eyes light up. “Look how happy she is” I told myself. “I can do this”, and I pushed some more. As I was pushing, she pulled me towards her as she is kissing me, and we fall on the bed together. I squat down, and feel the rapid expansion of my diaper as my soft mess fills my diaper beyond imagination. I am inexplicitly excited by this and continue pushing as hard as I could. I felt the mess move up the back of my diaper and push forward through the middle on its way up the front. I was amazed at how much I had to go. My head swam at the feeling and we grabbed at each others diapers. As I felt the mush graze the bottom of my “precious package”, I felt a hand on my butt. It was her hand, feeling in ecstasy at the warm mass that had suddenly occupied my rear end. I heard her moaning and saw her grabbing at her own mess in her own diaper with the other hand. I felt her writhing and squirming beneath me and heard her cry out in pleasure at the climax of her own manufacture. Her back arched, her voice cried out, and she was suddenly still beneath me, breathing heavily and trying to catch her breath. “Wow” was all she could manage to say. “Wow”, I echoed to her, as I lay next to her, holding on to her. I opened my eyes to see her eyes in the darkness mirroring my own. Though I could not see her mouth, I could see the smile in her eyes as her pupils dance in the moonlight. I later saw the white of her teeth and the tangle of her hair as my eyes acclimated to the darkness, and I realized immediately the magnitude of what it is we had just done. We had done together something magical, and though I was not yet entirely certain what it was, I knew that it was something special. I remembered through my life how I had given gifts of gold, and slaved over poems for countless hours trying to please my love, and still not been rewarded with the pleasure of seeing a pair of eyes so fixed with love on me. I listened to her labored breathing as she tried to regain composure, and knew immediately that my life will never be the same. She sat up unsteadily and staggered her way to the bathroom. I heard her turn my shower on and then I heard the sound of the tapes being popped off a diaper. I walked unsteadily to the door myself and when I opened it, found a messy diaper on the floor with the figure of a gorgeous woman in my shower. She pulled back the curtain slightly and smiled at me in the doorway. I saw her with the dark wet hair and sparkling grin and smiled back. I turned away and closed the door, and decided to use the other bathroom to clean myself up. As I was doing so, I realized how much I had enjoyed the activity, and found myself excited to do it again.
Once I had finally cleaned myself up, placed my own dirty diaper in a garbage bag, and taken it to the dumpster, I returned to my bedroom to find the same gorgeous girl laying on my bed with nothing but her green blouse on. “Would you put another diaper on me?” she asked boldly. “On one condition” I replied curtly. Taken aback, she sat up and looked at me in wonder.
“What’s that?” she replied cautiously.
“You put a diaper on me” I replied. Suddenly emboldened, she smiled broadly at me, laughed, and fell back on my bed, awaiting my approach. Grinning from ear to ear, I snatched up the diaper lying next to her and pull her bottom up off the bed. She obliged as I slide the diaper under her back and lay her back down. I pulled the diaper up and through the front of her legs and taped it into place. Patting her firmly on the bottom, I proclaimed “all done!” and she smiled and stood up. She threw me on the bed, kissed me gently, and pulled off my pants once again. She grabbed a diaper, and with the expertise of a seasoned nanny, diapered me as well. I glanced at the clock and noticed the time as being half past midnight. All the sexual activity has left me drained, and I crawled into bed, removing my shirt in the process. I was excited to see her mimic my actions and slide in next to me. Once her head was on my chest, we began to talk about meaningless things. I noticed her replies to my statements were taking longer than normal, and I realized she was falling asleep. I don’t know when it happened to me, but I stopped replying to her statements as well, and somehow found myself in a state of unconsciousness soon thereafter.
All this information rushes to my head in a rapid succession, and I am almost unable to comprehend it all. Was it all a dream? I wonder. It all seems too good to be real. But then I see the girl next to me sleeping soundly, and I hear a crinkling sound as she shifts her body. It is then that I realize that I hear a crinkling when I move as well, and I lift the sheets only to find two lower abdomens clad in two puffy white diapers. I look closer and notice that hers is wet. I cautiously move my hand to her crotch to confirm my suspicions, only to have them reaffirmed when I feel warmth. Feeling my touch, she yawns at me lazily and opens her eyes slightly. “I’m wet” she manages as she drifts back into unconsciousness, a smile across her face. “Yes, you are” I reply, suddenly realizing how much that turns me on. She giggles and snuggles back into my shoulder, sighing heavily when she gets comfortable. I glance back down at her and hear her steady breathing, and shoot a view back at the clock. 7:30. But it’s Tuesday. “I don’t have work today”, I realize, as I kiss her on the forehead. She opens her eyes again to look at me. “Thanks” I tell her, although I am not entirely sure what I am thanking her for. No matter, she still takes my thankfulness to heart and applied it to her own liking as she nods at me and closes her eyes a final time. She squeezes my shoulders gently and returns to sleep. I hear her breathing become deep and regular, and amid the chirping birds outside my window and passing cars on the highway, the tranquility of the scene overwhelms me, and I gradually return to sleep as well.
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