The Diapered Female/Chapter1
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Gabriel takes charge
Gina had anticipated this day for a long time. She was about to experience a fetish that she never told anyone about. For her entire life, she had an interested in infantilism. More simply stated, Gina loved to dress herself in disposable diapers, suck on a pacifier, and sleep in a crib, just like a baby. For her, this fetish was sexually driven. She became aroused by engaging in this activity, but she never told a soul for fear of ridicule, and the embarrassment of having someone else know that she liked to wear a diaper.
That's what made this night so special. She was about to have a man dress her and treat her as a baby. She wouldn't have to put herself in diapers now. This was a “fetish come true”. The gentleman she had chosen was a friend from college. Apparently, during a Saturday night of drunken college partying, she revealed her secret to him. The next day he asked her about it, and she admitted to it, trusting him to keep it a secret. He said he would tell no one and that he actually was interested in “taking care” of her for a weekend if she wanted to be a baby for two whole days. She agreed with heightened anticipation.
So they talked about it. He did not want her to think he was making a pass at her, so they agreed not to have sex during the weekend unless there was mutual consent. She did not want anyone to see her dressed or acting as a baby, so they would have to stay in her house. Since she lived with three other females, it would have to be a weekend when they all were planning to go elsewhere. He had no interest in wearing a diaper himself, but rather to roll play as her “daddy”. They discussed a few more details, and set a date.
It was the middle of September, and the weather was still warm and beautiful. Out of sheer luck, the last weekend in September all of her roommates had plans to go elsewhere. So they set the date.
It was now Friday evening, September 28th. The clock in her living room read: “7:20 p.m.”. Gina looked up from the TV to see that she had ten minutes until his arrival. She hopped off the couch and went into her bedroom. She changed into a pair of cotton white panties, and the matching white bra. She put on a white t-shirt, and a pair of really short, blue jean shorts. She stared at her figure in the mirror. She was a petite female, and at the age of 22, only sported a C-cup bra. Her finely shaven, smooth legs reached from her waist to the floor. Her tanned skin made her even more beautiful. She put her long, dark brown hair up in two pig tails with some white ribbon, and she went back out to the TV room.
No sooner did she sit down, than the doorbell rang. She leaped off the couch and raced to the door. She paused for a moment to catch her breath and try to calm her heavy beating heart. She opened the door, and with a great big smile said, “Hello, Gabriel.”
“Hey Gina,” he replied. “Are you as excited as I am?”
“I think,” she admitted. “Come in. Have a seat.”
He entered and sat on the couch. “Do you want something to drink?” she asked.
“No I'm fine thanks.” She sat next him and they stared at each other for a few seconds. “Do you just want to get started?” he finally asked her breaking the silence.
“Yeah, I'm ready when you are.”
“Do you have everything like diapers, and powder and all?”
“Yeah. My nursery is straight down that hall. None of my roommates will be back until 5:00 p.m. on Sunday.”
“All right. Let's get started then.” He grabbed her hand, and led her into the nursery. He shut the door and turned on the fan. Facing her towards the mirror, he told her to lift up her arms. When she did, he pulled the t-shirt off her. Next he removed her bra. He instructed her to lie on the floor. When she did, he kneeled beside her and unzipped her shorts. As he slid them down her legs, she said, “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, if you open the closet doors you'll find a changing table.” Gabriel nodded.
When her shorts were off, he spoke up: “And I almost forgot,” He reached into his shirt pocket and produced a pacifier which he placed in her mouth. “You are not allowed to talk anymore. If you want my attention, you will have to find another way to get it.”
He leaned over and picked Gina up and laid her on the changing table. He removed her panties and at long lasted, she was about to be diapered by someone else. Her excitement began to rise as her body tingled. As he removed a diaper from one of the bins above her, she began to moisten and drip. Realizing this, but paying no attention, Gabriel positioned the diapered on the mat and gently patted her bottom. Almost as if she knew what he wanted automatically she raised her hips and bottom in the air. He slid the diaper underneath her and eased her body back down to the mat with a gentle hand. She could hear the plastic on the outside of the diaper crinkling as he pulled the diaper up between her legs and began to fasten it at her waist.
Gina laid on the changing table in nothing but a diaper and watched him walk out of the room. Moments later, he returned with a t-shirt he had made for this weekend. It was a very tight white t-shirt with short sleeves. On the front, in big, pink, cursive letters, it read: “BABYGIRL”. He put it on her and then said, “You also will not walk at all this weekend. If you want to go somewhere, you will have to crawl there. Is that understood?” She nodded vigorously. “I am the Daddy, and you are the BabyGirl. You will obey and do everything I tell you to. You want to be a good girl, don't you?” She nodded again. “Then you must be an obedient little baby. You're name is no longer Gina. I will refer to you as BabyGirl. Are you ready to start acting like a baby?” She nodded. He grinned and picked her up. He paused a moment before to exiting the room and they looked at their reflection in the mirror. Cradled in his arms, wearing a white t-shirt that said “BABYGIRL”, with a white disposable diaper around her waist, a pacifier in her mouth, and two pigtails in her hair, Gina looked absolutely adorable.
She felt very pampered and taken care of as Gabriel carried her into the living room and laid her on the couch. He went into the kitchen for a few minutes and came back with a bottle of warm milk. He laid her on his lap and removed the pacifier from her mouth. He gently put the warmed nipple of the bottle to her lips. He tilted the bottle up and she began to drink the warm milk. As she drank the warm fluid rushing into her mouth and down her throat, another tingle came across her skin. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed her first bottled feeding. She took her time with it, and after twenty minutes finished the bottle with a tiny burp. He removed the bottle from her lips and picked her up. Gabriel was no small guy. At age 22, he was 6 feet tall. Having lifted weights all throughout college, he had no trouble holding her body up with only his right arm. Gina only weighed 110 pounds anyway. With his other hand, he patted her gently on the middle of her back, and also lightly bobbed her up and down while doing so.
Gina laid her head down on his right shoulder and closed her eyes as the milk had made her a little sleepy. After finally burping her a few more times, Gabriel returned the pacifier to her mouth. “Are you cold, BabyGirl? You're not wearing anything but a t-shirt and your diaper?” She nodded. He wrapped her in a blanket, and held her in his arms while he sat on and watched ESPN. Shortly thereafter, wearing a t-shirt and a diaper, wrapped in a blanket, laying in Gabriel's arms, Gina fell asleep.
She hadn't been sleeping for more than a half hour when she felt her bladder finally give way to the pressure of having to pee. She felt herself slowly begin to urinate, and finally she just let it all pour out. Done wetting her diaper she awoke, and for a moment had forgotten who she was with and what they were doing. She sat up in fear and looked at Gabriel before letting out a slight whimper. He eased her back against his body, and began to pat her diapered bottom through the blanket.
It was this diaper patting that made him realize she had wet her diaper. He put his hand between her diaper and the blanket, felt her diapered bottom, slowly ran his hand up between her legs and onto the crotch of her diaper. This sent a spasm up her spine and she leaned her head back as the muscles in her body relaxed. She began to wet her diaper again. This wetting didn't start out slowly. It came out with great force and she lay there almost paralyzed until she was done. As she finished wetting herself for the second time, she began to raise her head and then realized how exhausted the spasm had made her. She wanted to get up, but she couldn't, so she lay there and let the tears rolling out of her eyes do the talking.
“Are you done wetting your diaper?” Gabriel asked. She nodded. He stood up with her in his arms, threw the blanket (that had become soaked in the middle) over his right shoulder, and he held her with his left arm. Her tears had lead to quiet whimpers. As he slowly walked her back to the “nursery”, he kept softly whispering the following words: “Shhhh. It's okay. It's okay. I'm going to take care of everything.” They reached the “nursery” and entered. He laid her on the changing table and slowly pulled up the tabs on her diaper. He lowered the soaked diaper off her crotch, and then tapped her bottom like before. Obediently, Gina lifted her hips and bottom up as he slid the wet diaper off the mat, rolled it up and threw it in the waist can.
Seeing she was still crying, he returned to her and began stroking her hair. As he removed the ribbons and let all her hair fall down, he repeated the same comforting words as before, and then he continued with: “You've diapered yourself before, right?” She nodded. “You've just never wet yourself before?” She shook her head. He brought down a new diaper, and after drying her and cleaning her, he re-powdered her bottom and re-diapered her.
“Doesn't that feel better?” he asked as he patted her on the bottom. She nodded. He picked her up, carried her back out to the living room and laid her on a light blue blanket that he had spread out on the floor. Switching off the TV, he turned toward her and said, “It's almost bedtime for you, BabyGirl, but there's one more thing I want you to do.”
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