Name: Anonymous
Ages: 18+
Current Age: 22
Trip to the Lakehouse
Summary: This is a story about how I took a vacation with my girlfriend
and wound up in diapers.
I had been dating this girl (Jenna) for a while. We had gotten pretty
serious and she wanted me to come meet her family (I was petrified due
to the fact that her dad was a really rich name here in our town and
that kind of person is hard to impress, especially when you’re dating
his daughter). She somehow managed to talk me into it. So she made the
arrangements for me to come visit them all at their lakehouse the
following weekend.
I arrived at the lakehouse and thought it was a hotel! The place was
massive! So I get up the stairs to the front door and ring the
doorbell. Jenna answers, looking beautiful as always. She took my bag
and handed it to the butler guy standing behind the door. She winked at
him and he nodded and walked away with it. Jenna took my hand and
started showing me around the house. She explained to me that her
parents wouldn’t be there for a little while due to traffic and so
forth. We made it up to the bedroom and she started getting a little
frisky. We ended up kissing for a long time and both lay down on the
bed. She started to unbutton my pants and pull them off. I went to do
the same to hers and she grabbed my wrists and stopped kissing me. She
shook her head and said "no no...This is MY time". With that she tied
my wrists to the bed posts. She then proceeded to remove my pants and
my boxers. She then got up and went across the room, leaving my lying
stretched out tied to her bed with no pants on. I asked her what she
was doing and she said she was getting something to make this more fun.
She came back with her hands behind her, concealing something. She got
close to me and said "I have a fantasy. We're gonna fulfill it this
weekend." Meanwhile, I’m getting excited. She got real close to my ear
and said "you're gonna be my little baby." All excitement drained at
that point. I told her that didn’t sound good and I didn’t want to do
it. She said "now now baby...it’s not up to you. This is MY weekend."
With that, she removed her hands from behind her back and exposed that
she was holding a very thick diaper and diaper changing accessories.
She unfolded the diaper and placed it under me while softly saying "a
nice thick bambino will look so precious on my wittle baby!" She then
started to wipe me down with one of those freezing cold wipes and
rubbed lotion on me. After applying powder, she lifted the front of
that thick diaper up and over my genitals fastening the tapes and then
making sure the diaper was nice and snug around me. The diaper had
babyish prints on the front and was so thick I couldn’t close my legs.
She rubbed the front of the diaper and gave it a satisfied pat.
"Jenna! We're home!" we heard come from downstairs. I began sweating
bullets thinking her father would walk in and see this! She calmly
replied that we would be down in a minute and began to put my pants
back on me. The damn things barely fit over that diaper! Before untying
me, she stuck a baby bottle in my mouth and commanded me to drink from
it. I did as I was told in fear that her dad would come up if we
weren’t down there relatively soon. She let me up from the bed and,
before I could even say anything, smacked me on the ass and walked me
downstairs by my wrist. With every step I could hear this crinkling and
was petrified that her parents would know I was wearing a diaper. We
got to the living room and she ran to hug her parents. I stood as still
as possible in the doorway. Her dad approached me and held out his hand
for a shake. I responded. He then pulled me in for a hug and gripped me
tight. I felt his hand slide a bit towards my thick diaper and I pulled
away very politely. Her mother did the same.
We sat and talked until dinner time and I had started to feel the need
to pee. Jenna was holding onto the front of my diaper under the table
so I didn’t know what to do. I whispered to her that I needed to pee
and she lightly patted the front of the diaper as if to say "go ahead".
I turned red at this point. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I felt Jenna
push on my lower stomach and out came the flood of urine. I was so
embarrassed even though no one saw. I got very quiet and stayed that
way through the remainder of the meal.
After the meal we went to the living room to relax and talk some more.
Jenna's father spoke out "Frank, what’s the matter, son? You look a
little tense." I brushed it off with a "Oh, I’m alright, sir." He shook
his head and goes "nah, something’s up. Come over here a minute." I
froze. Jenna pushed me over to him and he looked at me up and down.
Then he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arm around my waist and
said "did baby Frankie make a pee pee in his diapee?" I was jaw-dropped
at that point. How did he know??? With that, he reached one hand down
my pants and squeezed the front of my diaper. "Yep, sure did." He stood
me up and stood up behind me still holding onto my waist. He looked at
Jenna and her mother and said "excuse me ladies, I’m gonna change the
baby and I'll be right back." The two women were so calm in replying
"alright dear, take your time." They had planned this!!!!!
Jenna's father picked me up and held me on his hip. He carried me up
the stairs. All of my struggling was ignored with him calmly saying
"it’s alright, Frankie. Hold still now." He carried me down the hallway
past Jenna's room and into what he called my room. He opened the door
to this nursery of adult baby things! Everything had medical restraints
attached to them I'm assuming in case I didn’t cooperate. He took me
across the room and laid me on this changing table. I attempted to get
up and he held me down and put those wrist restraints to use. After
buckling my down, he pulled down my pants and gently placed one hand on
the front of my diaper and kept it there while he searched underneath
the table for the supplies. He said "gotta make sure baby Frankie
doesn’t fall off of here now don’t we?" When he stood back up, he
unfastened the tapes on the diaper and pulled it out from under me. He
carried on the same routine Jenna had. Softly talking to me about what
a good boy I was being and how cute I looked in my diapers. He then
pulled and fastened a fresh Bambino on me and patted it. He undid the
straps and sat me up pulling off my shirt. He then put another shirt on
me and then laid me back down. Only, this wasn’t any normal shirt. This
shirt, as I found out, pulled together in the crotch and snapped. After
fastening it, he rubbed his hand between my legs with a satisfied grin
and ran his running hand all the way up to my stomach. He looked at me
and said "does wittle baby Frankie feel better now that his wet diapees
been changed?" With that he picked me up and put me back on his hip. He
patted my bottom as he carried me downstairs. We were greeted by
Jenna’s mother who stopped him and said "I think its time for the baby
to go nappy-night-night." Jenna’s father kissed me on the cheek and
handed me over to his wife. Strong family to be able to carry me so
easily. She held me across her stomach, like how mothers hold sleeping
babies. She was patting my back and cooing to me.
She carried me back into the room and set me down on the floor on my
stomach. I felt the bulk of the diaper keep me slightly lifted off the
floor. She lowered the bars on the crib and picked me up into it. She
laid me down on my stomach and I started to get back up and get the
hell out of there. She caught me and popped the back of my diaper with
her hand. She firmly said "no." and laid me back down. I still tried
again. She then picked me up and said "aww...is baby Frankie fussy??
What’s the matter, baby? Want some milk?" She carried me to a rocking
chair where she cradled me in her arms and stuck her breast in my
mouth. I tried to refuse it but that woman was strong! She kept saying
softly "that’s it, baby, drink your milk. Good boy. What a sweet baby
boy." she spread my legs just enough to get her hand between them and
rub my diaper as I sucked her boob. When she finally thought I had
enough she turned me over and began patting my bottom, making me burp.
She sat me back up and said "alright now, baby, time for bed." She
carried me over to the crib and laid me down saying "now its time for
baby Frankie to lay down on his wittle tummy and go night-night." she
strapped me down, put a pacifier in my mouth and gagged it there and
patted my butt some more. Then lifted the bars, shut off the light, and
left.
....to be continued