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