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30-07-2008
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How this, being my VERY first story of this genre, is so popular, both on this site and the other two I've got it on is beyond me. I must say that I don't think it's my greatest work, but I am honored that all of you love it so much.
Many say I should publish it, but I wonder if the diaper stuff would throw people off. Who knows? |
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04-08-2008
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Okay everyone. Sorry for the long delay.
 I worked an 8 day week, so I just finished this now. There will be more of this style of storytelling in the following chapter. But please enjoy!Chapter Eleven I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain my love for Jill. The weekend of our getting back together only caused me to love her more, and during my patient waiting period for Jill to baby me, she and I talked just about every day. Sometimes I’d even call her while I was working, but nobody knew since I was usually the only one in the backroom. Working and waiting. That’s all I did during the weeks preceding our sacred time. And on that special day, my love for her would become one of the strongest emotional attachments I’ve ever had with anyone before. We had it all planned out. I’d ordered some more of the same type of diapers off of the internet, and Jill still had some of her baby things: pacifiers, baby bottles, baby wipes and powder, and even a nursery, minus the furniture (she told me she’d gotten rid of the crib and changing table shortly after her miscarriage since it made her upset at the time). I still wondered what she’d meant about making her bond with her “baby” greater, but I’d find out shortly. The drive to her house seemed to be much quicker this time around, but that was probably because I was far too excited to notice the time. I prayed every other half hour that Jill babying me would allow her to cope with her loss and that this could become an important part of our relationship. Sure, it wouldn’t be all of the time, (thank goodness for that!) but it would help us to remain open with each other. However, if for some reason Jill couldn’t cope, I vowed to do my best to overcome and eventually snuff out my infantilist desires, no matter how hard it would be. I pulled into Jill’s driveway and got my things out of my car as I took a deep breath. It’d been so long! Would it be the same? Would she still be as nurturing as she was the time before, or would things be awkward? And most importantly, would this be the last time? Before I reached her porch, Jill came rushed out of the house and gave me a tight hug and a brief but enjoyable kiss. “I missed you!” she said with a smile. “Well, we’ve got the next couple of days together, so we’ll have to make up for it!” “Definitely!” We headed inside where the television blared some comedy show and the lamps gave off an inviting aura. I set my bags down and stretched out my legs. The straight shot to Jill’s house had taken its toll on my body, but I tried my best not to appear tired right away. While I had an idea as to what our babying session would be like, I had no idea when Jill planned on having it. For all I knew, it could’ve been for the whole weekend, a couple of hours, or maybe even for just a few minutes, depending on the circumstances. “You look tired, John.” “Just a little.” “That’s alright. I didn’t have much planned tonight. Want to watch a movie and cuddle?” “That sounds good right about now.” “Okay!” We went into the living room, sat on the couch, and Jill leaned into my chest while she picked up the remote. It didn’t take long for us to find a movie. I don’t really remember what we watched that night, but I do know that it was some trippy comedy about people getting high and traveling across the country. Due to its dated look and feel I found it very hard to stay awake, but I rubbed Jill’s arm to keep my mind somewhat stimulated. Jill occasionally did the same with me throughout the duration of the movie. The clock struck eleven when the movie finished. Normally I’d be awake for another couple of hours, but for some reason I was extremely tired that night. My brain told my body to try to stay awake longer, but my body felt otherwise and wouldn’t allow my eyes to stay open for more than a few seconds. “Hey, sleepyhead. Time for bed.” Jill giggled. “That time already?” I yawned. “I’m sorry. I wish I could stay up longer. I don’t know why I’m so tired tonight.” “Aw, it’s fine. Would you want to sleep up with me, or down here on the couch?” “I’d like to sleep with you.” “I’m glad to hear that. I can start tonight!” “Start what?” That was the dumbest question I asked over the course of that entire summer break. I didn’t even attempt to put the pieces together! “To baby you!” “Ohh!” I said, sounding a bit more excited than I probably should’ve sounded. “Hehe. I was going to wait until tomorrow if you chose to sleep down here tonight, but it looks like we’re in luck!” “Yeah!” I almost floated out of the living from the feeling of weightlessness in my head. A mere kite caught in the winds of bliss and anticipation. It was time to get this started! “Seeing how we’re both tired, I think I’ll only do a couple of things. Tomorrow I’ll make sure the experience is as best as I can make it.” Jill said with a smile. Had she gotten a renowned sense of confidence? Was she no longer afraid that babying me could make her upset? Even stranger was that she really sounded like she wanted to do this! It wasn’t a bad strange, but it still felt surreal. “Well, I’m ready when you are!” I said happily. Jill asked me to grab what I’d brought with me, which I quickly complied. She then grabbed me by the hand ever so gently and led me up the stairs. I shook with excitement as I nearly tripped up the steps. At first I thought that we were going to go into the nursery, but Jill told me that we’d wait until the next morning when we were more awake. We found our way into what appeared to be her room, which had one of the largest beds that I’d ever seen in it. I guessed that it was a king-sized mattress, but it looked a lot bigger than what they showed on television commercials. Her cherry oak colored dresser stood in the corner of her room, and the air conditioner silently hummed as it stuck out of her window. A faint smell of apples and cinnamon crept into my nose. This was where I wanted to be. Jill asked me to lie face up on her bed. I did so without hesitation and wondered what she had in store this time around. I suddenly felt her hands caressing my arm very lightly, and she quietly giggled and looked down at me like a mother looks down at her child. “My baby boy. My beautiful baby boy. Oh yes you are!” she cooed quietly as her hands made their way up to my face and hair. I sunk into her bed as the euphoria encircled every part of my body. A smile of ultimate bliss made its way across my face as a tingling sensation shot down my spine. She was doing it—no, we were doing it! We once again became an inseparable bond, and my heart told me that it wanted to explode. Jill lowered her face even further and kissed me lightly on the face as her hair brushed across my lips and the sweet smell of her perfume intoxicated me. “Okay, baby. Let’s get a nice, fresh diaper on you!” she smiled. “Mommy will be right back.” Jill got up and left the room for only a moment, then returned with a handful of things, including a package of baby wipes, a canister of baby powder, a pacifier, and even a blue baby blanket. She set the items down on the bed, then quickly laid out the baby blanket. The blanket was rather small for me to fit my entire body on, but I didn’t care; it was the thought that counted! “Okay! I think this is everything. Now, let’s get baby’s diaper changed.” I moved over onto the blanket and once again assumed the laying position. The blanket was made of some kind of plush that my hands didn’t wish to let go of once they touched it. Jill dangled the pacifier above my lips for a few seconds, then gently inserted it into my mouth as she and I both laughed. Tot his day, I still tend to laugh at myself every now and then when I’m playing the role of the infant, mostly because I feel so silly. Hey, everyone’s gotta learn to laugh at themselves sometime. Jill didn’t ask me to lift my legs or even “switch off” her maternal instincts to talk to me this time around. No, instead she gently placed her arm under my legs, and I automatically knew what she wanted to do. Within a minute (and with my help), I was lying half naked on the baby blanket. Have you ever had your heart beat so loudly that you could hear it in your brain? Yeah, that was me that night. “Aww you wook so cute with your pacifier! You’re gonna wook even cuter with your dydee on!” Jill cooed as she grabbed my black bag off of the floor. She unzipped the bag and pulled out the still perfect stack of crisp, clean diapers and cooed to me once again about how cute they were. She then set the diapers down next to me and placed one of them on my stomach, making sure to lift my shirt up a bit so I could feel the softness on my body. The diaper taunted me as it lay there, and this only increased my excitement. “First we wipe you clean alllll over your legs and bottom.” I was wiped down ever so slowly and gently that I started to think that maybe Jill really did think I was an infant, not that I minded. “Then we take the baby powder and powder your wittle bottom so you don’t get dydee rash. Mmm, smells so nice as always.” Jill powdered me generously, and the babyish smell caused my body to produce even more endorphins. Someone could’ve shot me or inflicted any kind of serious pain on my body and I probably wouldn’t have felt it. I felt invincible. She rubbed in the baby powder very carefully, and it caused me to squirm with delight. “Awww you wike that baby-waby? Hehe you do! Yes you do! Well, now it’s time to get this cute widdle dydee on you!” I lifted my legs for Jill as she took the diaper and unfolded it with a smile. She then carefully slid it beneath me and placed the front of it carefully between my legs. Her hands lightly tickled my stomach, followed by her nose as she cried, “gootchie-goo!” That’s when I felt like I could float off of the bed. It probably would’ve made diapering me easier. Jill then expertly taped up the diaper and smiled as she said, “All done! And look how cute you look!” I simply responded with a smile from beneath the pacifier. I thought she was done, but she then gently rolled me onto my stomach, pulled the back of my diaper open a bit, and sprinkled some more powder into the seat of the diaper. We both laughed, and I felt her gently pat my butt. The room then smelled even more like a nursery. Soon after, all of the supplies were cleared from the bed, including the blanket. Once that was done, Jill removed her clothing and put on some pajama bottoms. No shirt, however, and yet I still told myself that she didn’t put one on because she was simply too hot. Still, a part of me had a gut feeling about why she decided not to wear one. It’d only be a bit longer until I found out. She hopped into the bed and held me close to her with one hand around my back and the other around my diaper. We stayed that way for a while, with Jill rocking me gently and holding me close. I reciprocated my love for her by holding onto her just as tightly. Then, a miracle. “My good widdle baby boy. Let’s lay you across mommy’s lap.” she said sweetly as she gently pushed me down. I wound up across her lap as she cradled my head and my diapered butt in her hands. “Is baby hungry? If not, it’s okay.” she cooed. I knew by what she said that she wanted to make sure that I was okay with what she was about to do. I nodded my head with a smile and she quickly removed the pacifier from my mouth before she cradled me once more. Jill guided my head towards her breast, and I felt myself melt into her arms as my mouth opened out of sheer desire and eagerness. I latched on gently and basked in the glory and comfort of being nursed by the most amazing woman in the world…well, in my world, anyway. “Ohhhh yes, baby boy. My widdle baby, dwink up and then I can rock you to sleepy-bye.” Jill whispered. I just remained in place and sucked as Jill gently patted my butt. Nothing came out, but that wasn’t the point. No, the point was to make our bond greater, and it worked wonderfully. Jill’s breath grew a bit shorter, and even though my eyes were closed, I knew she was smiling. I opened my eyes to see her head lowered down and her chin pressed up against mine. I placed both of my hands around her back and held on even more as I continued to nurse. There I was, a small infant in the arms of his parent. A man in the arms of his lover. “My baby boy. You’re such a good baby boy. Oh yes.” I felt a drop of liquid fall onto my cheek and immediately got worried. It was clear that she was crying. This was it. This would be the bitter end! I stopped for a brief second and looked at Jill, but when she looked up at me, she had a huge smile on her face. “I’m alright, baby. I’m just…happy. Mommy’s happy.” she laughed lightly. I sighed for a brief moment before returning to her breast, and as I did so, we held onto each other even more tightly than before. She then had me switch sides and the process continued until I felt that both Jill and I were satisfied. “Okay, my baby. It’s time for beddy-bye!” Jill continued to hold me, though this time she rocked me even more than she had before and hummed some little lullaby. The tune sounded so angelic coming from her lips that my eyes quickly betrayed me. “Tomorrow there will be some more of this, I promise. Thank you, my baby. Now let’s go to sleep. I love you.” “I love you, too.” was the only phrase I spoke that night before we dozed off in each other’s arms. TO BE CONTINUED Well? What do you think????? |
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