Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2008 09:46:28 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Neighborhood" - Chap. 2

		      And Baby Makes Three - Part 2.
			    by Amber Fountaine


      Kathy smiled at him, then reached to pinch his panty covered ass
through her shorts that he was wearing. "Ladies first, Miss Paula. Just
think how great an impression you'll make on Erin when she discovers her
little sweetie already wears diapers just like hers. Then the two of you
can fight over who gets to put them on me. Shouldn't be too much trouble
getting her in bed with us from there." She gave that a moment to sink in
and then asked, "Assuming you still want to?"

      He tried so hard to disguise his enthusiasm for that idea that it
almost made her laugh aloud. For a plan that was sort of scotched together
by three women that were a long way from being sober at the time, it was
working pretty well so far. There were a hundred ways it could play out if
you worried about detail, so they'd kept it fairly simple and so far Miss
Paula was right on schedule for his big surprise. He was still standing
with both bags in his hand so she told him, "Put them on your dresser and
open them up. I'll be in there to help you in a minute." Then as soon as he
was out of the room, she called next door to briefly let Erin know how
things were progressing. After the brief conversation, she followed Paul to
the bedroom.

      Paul was standing by the bed, not sure how to proceed and waiting for
her to take the lead. "Since you didn't wet your panties, I suppose we just
need to open them up and put them on you, huh? Make sense? I mean we
shouldn't need to wipe you or anything." She was looking at the
instructions on the back of the bag of diapers and coaxing him for
input. Then she unfolded one of the `ultimate' pads and marveled at the
thickness compared to the ones that she used for her monthly period. "And I
guess we just stick one of these in the middle of the diaper."

      "Uh, for a man . . ." he began cautiously, not wanting to sound at
all experienced, "uh . . . maybe it should be more forward." He was tempted
to take the two items and show her but didn't want to display any
familiarity. But when he realized she'd been about to attach the pad to the
back of the diaper, he stepped in. "The . . . uh . . . picture shows this
is the front and this with the tapes is the back, so it would . . .  uh
. . . . go like this . . . I think." He peeled the tape off the pad and
attached it to the inside of the front of the diaper and showed her.

      "Oh, I see. I remember now that my sister talked about how she had to
fold diapers different for her boys and her little girl. Boys and sissies
pee more to the front. Makes sense. Okay, let's get this on you."

      He stalled for a moment, knowing she'd have some comment about the
erection he'd been trying to hide. The excitement of finally doing this in
front of Kathy had been more than he could control. He turned his back to
her to step out of the shorts and panties, lay on the bed, and reached for
the diaper that she was still holding.

      "Don't you want me to put it on you?" she teased, holding the diaper
just out of his reach. "I've got some baby oil somewhere and we should
probably use it if you're going to wet it. You are going to wet it aren't
you?"

      "Oh yes!" he said without thinking. He'd needed to pee back at the
grocery store but hadn't. In the car, when Kathy had turned away from the
road to do more shopping, he'd damn near groaned. Then when she'd stopped
at the pharmacy, he'd intended to use the men's room there until he found
out what she'd come to buy. On the off chance that she might want to put a
diaper on him, he'd been holding it ever since. So, yes, he intended to wet
it as soon as possible. In fact, the sooner the better! Or they might be
changing the sheets again . . . .

      He waited while she found the bottle of baby oil in the bathroom, and
then damn near lost it when she began to oil his cock. Suddenly, she pulled
him to his feet and told him, "This isn't going to do. Take off your
blouse." Meekly, he did as he was told, wondering what she had in
mind. When he was standing there next to the bed wearing only a padded bra,
she pulled him behind her to the bathroom. "We really need to get rid of
some of that hair," she explained as she gathered what she needed.

      Paul smiled at that. From time to time, when he was wearing panties,
Kathy had teased him about needing to trim his pubic hair like she
did. Paul had little body hair. Except for his pubic hair, the hair under
his arms, and a little bit on his forearms and calves, he was virtually
hairless. So trimming back his pubic hair would hardly be noticeable to the
guys at the gym. It was one of those things he'd wanted to do for years,
but hadn't wanted to show enthusiasm for the idea. Now Kathy was going to
make the decision for him and it would be much better keeping it trimmed
because SHE wanted it that way than for him to do it himself. He almost
said something when he realized how short she was cutting it, but let it
go. They usually went to the gym together in the evenings, after Kathy got
off work, and unless they were going out to eat from there, would shower
when they got home. But when she grabbed his shaving cream and began to
lather his crotch, he balked. "Do you have to do that?"

      She looked up at him. "No. I don't. I could let you get diaper
rash. Which would you rather explain -- diaper rash or being shaved?"

      He wanted to explain that he'd worn wet diapers many, many times over
the last few years and had never gotten diaper rash. But to do that, he'd
have to let her know he'd been keeping that a secret from her. So he
mumbled, "Okay," and let her continue. When she was finished and had washed
and wiped him clean, he was excited by what he saw in the mirror. The
hairless look appealed to him and he wondered what sort of reaction it
might get at the gym. He realized his thinking might be backward. Maybe he
shouldn't be worried about what the other guys thought. If some guy
commented on it, it would mean the guy was checking out Paul's crotch and
that might mean the guy wanted . . .

      That thought was interrupted when he felt Kathy take his cock in her
mouth. After a moment, she released it and began to lick all the freshly
shaven areas. After giving his crotch a thorough tongue bath, she looked up
at him and said, "I like this. I like this a LOT better. I want you to keep
it like this from now on."

      "Yes ma'am," he responded automatically. He let her lead him back to
the bed, all the while thinking about how quickly and meekly he'd accepted
her demand that from now on he was supposed to keep his genital area
shaved. He didn't know it was time for his next surprise.

      Somehow, she managed to get him oiled and his diaper on him without
making him cum. Then she went to the closet and got out a bag. "I cleaned
out my dresser drawers while you were gone and had this stuff put aside to
donate to someone. It's all my lingerie from my `fat' period and I think
some of these panties would look cute over your diaper. Should be just the
right size."

      He wondered if it could be another coincidence? There were several
pair of panties and other lingerie that Kathy had kept from when she'd quit
smoking and put on a lot of weight. She'd been committed to giving up
cigarettes, but for a long time, couldn't keep from nibbling; buying junk
from the vending machines at work. By the end of the day, her trashcan at
work had been full of candy wrappers and empty potato chip bags. It had
taken her several months to get that problem under control and by then
she'd gained forty pounds, mostly in the face and hips. Fortunately, their
apartment complex had put in a small exercise room about then and that's
what had gotten them started on a fitness routine. By the time they'd
bought their house, Kathy had shed thirty of the forty pounds, Paul enjoyed
working out with her, and they'd continued by getting a membership in a
local health club. She'd been back to her target weight for over a year,
but had kept the oversized lingerie as a reminder. And since she'd no
longer had a need for any of it, Paul had been borrowing a couple of the
lacier pairs of panty briefs for some time. He'd never put them with the
other things she knew he wore because they both wore the same size
panties. There really wasn't any need for him to wear panties a couple of
sizes larger except for when he secretly wore diapers. He hadn't known
she'd cleaned out that section of her lingerie drawer while he was out of
town.

      The red panties, three sizes larger than the ones he normally wore,
fit fine over his diaper as she quickly proved. "See," she said, when she
had them pulled up in place. "They fit perfect. Wasn't this a great idea?
And they'll look cute later with that red nightie you like to wear. I'll
bet when Erin sees you in panties AND diapers she won't be able to keep her
hands off you. And I'll bet you'd like to get your hands on her too, huh?"
As she said it, she put her hand on the bulge of the pantied diaper,
feeling his still hard cock, and letting him know there was no sense in him
lying about it.

      "Like you don't want to too," he told her. He wanted to ask where
she'd gotten the idea to put the large panties over his diaper. It just
happened to be the pair he wore the most. He decided --maybe hoped --
that instead it probably was another coincidence and that Erin was the
instigation. It was obvious to him by now that she was steadfast in her
goal to get Erin in bed with them and if Erin had commented that he looked
cute in panties, then she was going to see to it that he was in panties AND
diapers.

      She knew what he'd meant by his remark, but teased, "Get my hands on
you? Or Erin?"

      "You get your hands on me all the time," he told her, and then teased
her in return. "I think it's Erin you want and you're using me to get to
her."

      "Whoa! That's an awful big ego for a little sissy in diapers. For
your information, little girl, I don't need you to get Erin or anyone
else. I'm sure I could walk next door right now and spend the rest of the
weekend with Erin if I wanted. Would you like me to test that theory?"

      Paul looked at her, standing with her hands on her hips, scolding him
like he was a child. Again, without thinking about it, he automatically
accepted what was becoming his new role, telling her, "No ma'am."

      "That's better. If you want this to happen, you need to think of this
as you joining Erin and me -- not Erin joining you and me. Got it?"

      "Yes ma'am."

      "Very good! Now let's get some clothes on you. Put on the same
blouse, but I'll get you a different pair of shorts that will make your
little diapered ass look cuter. You do want to look cute for Erin don't
you?"

      "Yes ma'am," he repeated as he put on the blouse over the bra he was
still wearing. He thought about how quickly and easily he'd accepted his
role and how natural it felt to respond to everything with a `yes ma'am' or
`no ma'am' and began to wonder if maybe he wasn't more of an adult baby
than he'd thought. He was still trying to wrap his mind around that idea
when she handed him the sheer white, diaper wrap shorts. He almost balked,
but took the shorts and stepped into them, pulling them in place over the
diaper and panties and immediately went to the full-length mirror to see if
they were as revealing as he suspected.

      They had been on Kathy. He could remember when she'd bought them when
she first started working out and the looks Kathy had gotten when men saw
her. They were revealing on him too. At least an inch or more of the red
panties showed at the side slit of the shorts and if he bent over at all,
the shorts pulled up in back. The panties, as well as the bulge beneath
them, were totally revealed; making it obvious he was wearing a diaper
under the panties. Even when he stood straight, he thought sure anyone
would be able to tell he was wearing red panties. He could make out the
lacy design on the front through the sheer white nylon. "Kind of revealing,
don't you think?" he asked.

      "Well you didn't mind it when I wore them. And you didn't mind
showing everyone your bra this morning. Don't you think that everyone that
saw you in a bra assumed you were wearing panties too? Why worry about it
now. Besides, the only one that's going to see you like that is Erin."

      As soon as she mentioned `bra' he looked in the mirror, shifted his
shoulders back and forth ninety degrees, and discovered to his horror that
she was right. Earlier, when she'd dressed him before they went shopping,
he'd looked down to see if the stuffed bra made his chest stand out. He'd
thought it did, but she'd assured him it wasn't as much as he thought and
that he looked like a man that worked out. He'd glanced at himself in the
hallway mirror, more concerned with his profile, which he'd concluded
hadn't really been all that bad However, in the dim light of the hallway,
he'd never noticed that his bra was plainly visible through the thin
material of the blouse. In brighter light, the bra could easily be seen by
anyone that looked, yet he had to ask. Timidly, he looked for
assurance. "Do you think anyone noticed?"

      Kathy chuckled. "Of course they did. In fact, there were several
women that smiled at you and you never noticed. And there was one guy I
swear was going to follow you home. But he backed off when he realized you
were with me. Too bad too. He was kind of cute and hunky. We might have had
to put Erin off a week. Anyway, I'm not sure I'm ready to share you with a
real man yet, so let's just concentrate on Erin for now. And that means you
need to get your sweet little ass busy making us something to eat. Get the
fire started and I'll boil the potatoes."

      Paul had been staring at his image in the mirror, remembering that
there had been several women at the stores that had smiled at him. He
didn't remember any men paying him attention and wondered if Kathy was just
teasing him about that. And what, he wondered, did she mean by `sharing
him' with another man? Like she'd said might happen if Erin joined
them. She'd said it like he'd be the one to be used to pleasure Kathy AND
the other man.

      In all the three-some fantasies involving another man that they'd
whispered to each other during after-play, he'd been the one to share Kathy
with some other guy. But he also understood that had been before he'd let
her make a sissy out of him. And that, he also realized, as just a hint of
a smile appeared on his face, was a long held fantasy that even he hated to
admit. Only a few complete strangers with similar longings that he'd
chatted with on the Internet knew about that one. Even to them, he hadn't
been able to put it in words, coming right out and admitting how much he
wanted to do the same thing. One of his sissy Internet friends would write
about something they'd done or wanted to do and the furthest Paul could
come to admitting his desire was to tell them that he thought it might be
something he'd like to try, never letting on it had become one of his
foremost fantasies.

      As he piled the charcoal and soaked it with starter fluid, he began
to ponder his situation. He was living, right now, at this moment, a
fantasy that dated back to his teens. He'd always been considered a bit
weird as a child and as he'd entered his teens, it had been hard for him to
make friends. He'd heard some of the other boys at school talk about their
parent's hidden stash of porno books or movies and had gotten the idea that
all parents had that sort of stuff hidden somewhere. So he'd begun a
methodical search of his parent's bedroom, the most logical place for his
folks to hide such stuff, beginning with his dad's things first. When he
couldn't find anything in the drawers, he'd even gone as far as taking the
drawers out of his dad's dresser to see if there was anything hidden behind
or under them. Devoting an hour or so after school each day to his search,
he soon concluded that there was nothing hidden among his dad's things and
decided to start with his mother's.

      His goal had been to find the sexually stimulating material and use
it to jack off. What he'd discovered instead of the hoped for porno was
something even better: his mom's lingerie.

      When he'd begun moving around the neatly stacked panties, bras, and
slips, he'd found the silky material, heavy with the aroma of his mom's
perfume, to be incredibly stimulating. At first, not daring to soil her
clean things, he would take a pair of his mom's panties from her wash
hamper and use them to masturbate, loving the way the panty material felt
as it slid up and down his young cock. It was only a matter of time until
he decided to try putting on the panties and that was even more
awesome. Soon he was rushing home from school, two or three times a week,
to put on his mom's panties and wear them around the house for an hour or
so, loving the way his stiff little cock tented the front of the panties
and rubbed his cockhead, then jacking off before either of his parents were
due home.

      After a few months of that, his thoughts had drifted to what it would
be like to be a girl. Or at least to dress like one. He'd started adding
stockings and a bra, stuffing the bra with tissue or some of his socks, and
then wearing one of her slips or a nightie. Then he spay himself with some
of her perfume or cologne and when he'd stroke his cock, as he always did
when he dressed in lingerie, he'd fantasize about joining the girls at
school at an all night slumber party where the girls would discover his
true sex and keep it a secret so that they could put his cock to good
use. And sometimes, he'd thought about Jack, the older boy next door and
what it would be like to be a real girl and have a boyfriend that would
make love to him. It was about the time he began experimenting with his
mom's makeup in addition to the perfume, that he got caught.

      The whipping he'd gotten from his dad hadn't been nearly as bad, in
his mind, as admitting to his mom that the stains she'd found on her
lingerie had come from his cum. He'd assumed that like the rest of the
dirty clothes, that she'd dump her lingerie in the washing machine. It had
never occurred to him that she hand washed each item and that once she'd
become suspicious, would lay a trap for him, almost catching him in the
act. He'd been completely dressed in her lingerie and only a noise in the
hallway had kept her from catching him with his cock in his hand. However,
his stiff prick, plainly visible beneath the shear nightie, had been proof
enough of what he'd been up to. He'd sworn he'd never do it again, and
hadn't touched a piece of lingerie for a good number of years, until he was
well out of his teens.

      Not long after that embarrassing incident, his grandfather had
suffered a stroke and had come to live with them. At first, Paul had
thought it funny that a grown man had to wear diapers. "It's not unusual
for elderly people to loose control," his mom had explained. "You might
very well be in the same boat some day and you won't think it's so funny
when you wet your pants."

      Naturally, being a normal teen in most respects, her warning started
Paul thinking about what it would be like to wear diapers as an adult and
what it would feel like to use them and there was only one way for his
inquisitive young mind to know for sure. After a few experiments, he
concluded that he didn't like messy diapers. They were stinky and required
extra effort to clean up. But wet ones were every bit as sexually exciting
as wearing his mom's lingerie had been. And the best part was that they
didn't need to be washed! They could be disposed of along with his
pop-paw's without anyone suspecting. Since it was the washing that had
given away his lingerie fetish, anything that produced sexual pleasure AND
didn't need to be washed had a lot going for it right from the start. He
could wear a diaper under his jeans, wet it and wear it around the house or
around the neighborhood if he wanted, and after he'd enjoyed it for a
while, he could jack off in it and throw it away with no chance of being
caught. It was a great way to expand his sexual pleasures.

      However, he did get caught. And it was right after his masturbatory
fantasies had begun to revolve around combining his old love of lingerie
with his new love of soggy diapers. By then, Jack's family had moved and
Paul's fantasies of playing the female role in sex with Jack had
faded. Newer fantasies had usually involved him being dressed as a baby
girl and being cared for by the girls at a slumber party. To enhance that
fantasy, instead of wearing and wetting his diaper after school, Paul had
begun hiding a few in his room and putting one on before bed, wetting it,
and sleeping in the wet diaper. That way, he'd been able to get a `double'
out of his diaper, jacking off in it once before falling asleep, and again
in the morning when he woke up. As luck would have it, the one time he
hadn't bothered putting his pajama bottoms back on was the time the
electricity had gone off sometime during the night, which meant his alarm
clock didn't go off in the morning and his mom had come in to wake him. A
few weeks earlier she'd confronted him about some stains on his
mattress. They'd been caused by leaky diapers, but she had accepted his
story about spilling a coke a few times while doing his homework. But when
she'd seen her nearly grown son, wearing what was obviously a wet diaper,
and sleeping like a baby -- in every respect -- his diaper wearing, bed
wetting nights had been over; at least for some time to come.

      So while he was nervous about doing all this in front of Kathy, Paul
was also excited that his fantasy of so many years past was very probably
going to happen. If what Kathy had said about Erin was true, the evening
could very well turn into the slumber party he'd dreamed about in his
teens. Even better, they might all be in diapers.

      "Well there she is!" Kathy announced as Paul came in off the deck.

      The difference between the bright sunlight outside and the unlit room
with the curtains partially closed was enough that Paul's eyes took a
moment to adjust and he hadn't noticed right away that Erin had arrived and
was sitting at the table with Kathy. While he should have been embarrassed,
he'd already accepted this moment as inevitable and he didn't blush nearly
as much as he'd thought he would. Yet it would have been impossible for him
not to be a little embarrassed being seen dressed as he was by someone he
hardly knew.

      Erin was almost embarrassed for him, flushing slightly as she said,
"Oh, isn't she darling!"

      Paul was expecting more teasing from the two women and was almost
disappointed, when after their initial greeting, that they went back to
discussing whatever they'd been talking about. As a male, he'd been
expecting them to begin talking about sex without any delay, but the women
sort of eased into it, waiting nearly an hour and a couple of beers later
before Kathy asked Erin if she'd heard from Ronnie.

      "Don't expect to," Erin answered. "Oh I suppose I might get horny
enough at some time to call him over. But I doubt it." Then she smiled and
added, "I have other friends."

      Paul was in the kitchen and missed Kathy's comment, but it was
something that caused the women to giggle and he wondered if it had been
about him. He stepped to the opening to where they were seated and asked,
"Can I get you ladies another beer or anything?"

      "We're fine," Kathy answered for the both of them. "We've barely
touched the last ones you brought us." Then she smiled and winked at Erin
and asked Paul, "Are you trying to get us drunk?" Then before he could
answer, added with a wicked grin, "Or make us need to pee?"

      Before Paul could stammer out an answer, Erin asked Kathy, "What do
you use to pad his bra?"

      "I wadded up some toilet paper," Kathy told her.

      "I've got something better and you're welcome to them. I bought some
of these foam pads for when I tried putting a bra on my ex. They almost
look like real tits and I'm sure she'd like them. When I go home to change,
I'll bring them back with me."

      Kathy smiled. "You don't need to go home to change. Miss Paula has
everything you need right here and will be happy to share with you. Isn't
that right Miss Paula?"

      "Yes Ma'am," he answered dutifully.

      "In fact, we just stocked up this morning and there are diapers and
pads on her dresser."

      Erin grinned. "I thought that cute little butt of hers looked a
little like it was padded too."

      "Oh it is," Kathy told her. "And since you're closer, would you mind
checking to see if she needs a change yet? She loves to be wet so I have to
make sure she doesn't get too wet. I don't want her leaking pee on the rugs
or furniture."

      Paul was within arms reach of Erin and yet was surprised when she
reached out to pull him closer. Then she quickly snaked her fingertips
under the leg opening in front, past the panties and diaper and he almost
jumped when he felt her fingers graze the side of his cock and then tickle
his balls. "Damp," she reported, "but a long way from soggy."

      "That's a surprise," Kathy commented. "She peed in them as soon as I
put them on her. I was sure she'd be wetter by now. I guess we'll just have
to keep checking to be sure. I can't trust my sissy to tell me when she
needs a change. She's such a little piss pants that I don't dare let her go
without diapers or she'd piss in her panties."

      Paul was at a loss for words. He wanted to contest what Kathy had
said, since this was supposedly his first time in diapers and she was
making it sound like he wore them all the time. But the truth was that he
had worn diapers numerous times and when he'd worn them, he did wet them to
the max, and had even wet his panties a few times just to see what that was
like. Sooner or later, he was going to have to tell Kathy about it so any
protest he did now would only make his duplicity seem worse. He said
nothing and decided to have a little fun instead. Erin's fingers were still
inside his diaper and he was sure he could pee some more.

      He expected some sort of major reaction from Erin. He'd let enough
pee out that she should have known immediately what he was doing. But all
she did was remove her hand, slowly and casually drop it to her lap to wipe
her fingers on the front of her cotton dress, in a way that Kathy couldn't
see her fingers had been wet, and then smile up at Paul.

      "Sounds interesting," Erin said to Kathy when she looked back in her
direction. "I'm much the same way -- but then I was a bed-wetter until I
was in my middle teens. Did Miss Paula wet the bed too?"

      "Not that I know of," Kathy told her. Then she looked at Paul and
asked, "How about it? Did my sissy wet her bed when she was a little girl?"

      Paul shook his head. "I don't think so. Very little maybe. Seems like
I can remember wetting my pants in school around the first or second grade
and being teased about having to wear a diaper. But I can't remember that I
ever wet the bed. You'd have to ask my mom about that."

      Kathy nodded. "I will." Then she turned back to Erin. "Middle teens?
And you still wet the bed? I remember having a couple of accidents when my
periods first started and I had bad cramps. If I didn't empty my bladder
constantly and got an attack of cramps, I'd wet myself. But that only
lasted a year or so -- thank God!"

      "I didn't wet the bed accidentally," Erin confessed. "At least not in
my teens. But I made my mom believe it was always an accident." Then she
went on to explain that her dad had been killed in a car wreck when she was
eight and her mom had been seriously injured. She'd had to spend most of
that next year living with her aunt and uncle and two cousins. Both of her
cousins were young and still in diapers at night. For some reason, Erin had
begun wetting the bed and was soon in diapers at night too. She discovered
she loved the diapers and being wet and while her wetting had been truly
accidental at first, by the time her mom was well enough to take care of
her again, Erin wet herself on purpose as often as not. She'd continued the
ruse into her teens and while it bothered her family, Erin had seemed
normal in every other way, so they'd accepted it.

      At fourteen, and ready to give up her wetting amusement, her mom had
remarried. "My step dad never really molested me," Erin told them, "But we
both know we were into a gray area that was awfully close." Then she told
them how her stepfather had insisted she was too old to be diapered and of
course Erin had been just as determined that this new man in their life
wasn't going to make those decisions for her. Instead of giving up the
diapers as she'd planned, she began to use them more, even wearing and
wetting them in the daytime and often running around the house in just a
t-shirt and diapers if her step dad was home. It soon became a
confrontational issue between the two of them and Erin admitted she'd been
even more hardheaded about it than he was.

      "Once when he made me take off my wet diaper on a Sunday morning,
instead of wearing it around the house for a while like I liked to do, I
peed in my panties at church and there was a huge wet spot on the cushion
of the pew. When we got home, Mike took me in my room and pulled my wet
panties down to spank me and when he saw I had hair on my pussy, he got all
flustered. That was the start of it."

      She explained how after that, any time she wet her diaper or panties,
Mike would always bare her bottom and give her a spanking. "It turned him
on and me too," she admitted. "We both understood it was a game between
us. The spankings were never very hard at all and mostly an excuse for him
to play with my ass. He'd put me across his lap and squeeze his legs
together and would usually shoot off in his pants. He never took his cock
out or made me play with it but I know he wanted to and I kept wetting
myself hoping he would. If he didn't cum in his pants, he'd go straight
from my room to the bathroom and jack off. One time he was in such a rush
he didn't close the door behind him and he didn't think I'd follow him. But
I knew what he was doing and wanted to watch. His cock wasn't all that big,
but at the time, it looked huge! I couldn't believe how excited it made me
to watch his spunk fly out. But after that time I watched him, he felt
guilty and wouldn't spank me any more; no matter how much I wet myself. So
when he lost interest, I did too. By then I was fifteen or sixteen and had
just learned how to have sex with a girl. Teasing Mike and making him hard
wasn't as exciting as actually doing things with Roxy. And when I told her
about wetting my panties and diapers, she thought it was silly and
childish. So I quit doing it."

      Paul had seated himself with the women at the table and was sitting
across from Erin. He was nodding without thinking, as he could easily
relate to Erin's story. While he certainly hadn't enjoyed the punishment
he'd gotten for the things he'd done as a teen, the knowledge that his
peers would have considered his activities as weird or childish or both had
been more of a detriment than his parent's punishment. With his mind in the
past, he was caught off guard by Erin's question.

      "Which do you like best, Miss Paula? How it feels to pee in your
diaper? Or how it feels to wear it after it's wet?"

      He stammered for a moment. He loved everything about wetting his
diapers and had never given any thought to why. "Uh . . . it's . . . They
both feel good . . . I guess."

      "You guess?" Kathy challenged. "You mean you're pissing in a diaper
and you don't know how it feels?"

      "Good," he told her. "I . . . guess . . . I mean it . . . feels
good." He hated being put on the spot and having to explain himself.

      "Okay, try this one," Kathy told him. "Which do you like more --
dressing as a girl or wearing diapers?"

      Again Paul was mentally stymied, having to make choices he'd never
thought about. "They're both . . . I'm not sure . . . If I had to choose, I
guess . . ."

      Kathy cut him off. "Don't guess," she told him. "Give me your
choice. If you had to give one up, which would it be?"

      He was saved from having to make that decision by Erin. "Kathy, looks
to me like what you have here is a natural born sissy. She doesn't want to
give up her pretty clothes - or her soggy diapers. I'd say you were
lucky. I wish Kevin had been like that."

      Paul was about to ask who Kevin was, but Kathy beat him to it. "Kevin
was your ex?"

      "Yeah. When he told me he was bi too and enjoyed sex with men, I was
sure he'd be the perfect guy for me. But after we were married, I learned
that he hated playing dress-up with me, only wanted sex with other macho
guys, didn't want me to wear diapers, and only wanted me to find women to
bring home for him to enjoy."

      Kathy nodded. "And he's the one that introduced you to Ronnie?"

      "Right. Ronnie was one of Kevin's old boyfriends. I should have known
that wasn't going to work. But it seemed okay at first. Ronnie didn't mind
me wearing diapers and was glad to spank me and the sex that followed was
usually good. Then the spankings got to be harder and harder and I finally
realized that what he enjoyed was spanking me. I think he really hates
women and was using me to take out his anger. When he started using a belt
and leaving whelps on my ass, I had to run him off."

      Kathy laughed and commented, "You should have called Miss Paula
here. I'm sure she'd have been glad to run next door and kiss your ass to
make it well."

      Paul felt obligated to say something. He'd been sitting listening for
the most part. So he said the first thing that came to mind. "Like you
wouldn't."

      "Of course I would," Kathy told him, reaching across the table to
take Erin's hand. "She's got a lovely ass and I'd kiss it any time."

      Softly, with a warm smile, Erin told her, "Glad you feel that
way. Might be fun to have BOTH of you changing my diaper."

      Paul responded to that idea immediately. Speaking to Kathy, he
suggested, "Maybe you should check her diaper to see how wet it is?"

      Both women laughed and Kathy told him, "Getting in a rush aren't you?
You haven't even fed us yet."

      "I've got the meat going," he responded. "Do you want me to fix the
potato salad too?"

      "Why yes, I do," Kathy answered. "It's about time Miss Paula learned
to do a few more of the things around here to help me. I think I'll find
you some housedresses to wear and when you're home and not busy with things
you have to do for work, you can help out with some of the housework. You
could even wear a diaper under your dress like Erin does when she's home
and if you've done a good job, I'll change you when I get here. How does
that sound?"

      Like a dream come true, was what Paul was thinking, but aloud, he
toned it down to, "Might be fun," using the same phrase Erin had used.

      "Should make for an interesting neighborhood," Erin commented. "Do
you mind if I borrow her once in a while?"

      "Planning to make a maid out of her too?" Kathy asked.

      "Or a nanny. Or both." She began smiling and nodding her head at that
thought. "Yeah, both sound real good.

      Paul was smiling too and only kidding when he asked, "Hey. Don't I
get any say in this?"

      Kathy's smile never left her face, but it hardened considerably and
the softness was gone from her voice when she told him, "If you wanted to
say something, you should have said it a long time ago."

      Paul didn't answer. He knew his wife well enough that he was almost
sure she was telling him, in one of those `read between the lines' manners,
that she was aware of his secret sissy fantasies and was a little miffed
that he'd been keeping that secret from her. How, he didn't know. He
thought he must have somehow given himself away. Maybe he'd left an unused
diaper in his suitcase or she'd found the stash hidden in his office or the
pads behind his computer. He thought briefly that she might have gotten
into the section of his computer where he had a few things stored, like
pictures and stories about bi sex, pee play, and diapers. But he dismissed
that thought since he had all the diapering and bedwetting and other sissy
stuff in an area behind a password. Then he wondered if maybe Erin had seen
him dressed in a nightie and diaper when Kathy wasn't home. That might be
possible. Erin worked as a nurse, changed shifts occasionally, and didn't
seem to be at all surprised by what had happened so far today. He thought
that was an unusual reaction unless somehow she already knew. And it seemed
to him that all of the day's events had been precluded by Kathy going to
Erin's birthday party. So it was entirely possible, maybe probable, that
Erin had seen him in diapers and passed that on to Kathy when the women had
gotten drunk together.

      Erin, sensing the tension in the air, decided to intervene in hopes
their happy little get together would stay on a happy note. "What's the
matter little girl?" she asked Paul. "Don't you want to be my maid or my
nanny? I'd think you'd love to change my diapers. I guess I'll have to call
Monica. Or should I call Kathy when you're not here?"

      Seeing a chance to make points with both women, Paul told her, "I'll
be glad to help you. Of course it had to be okay with Kathy."

       Kathy eyed him suspiciously for a moment, and then let it go. "How
about you helping all of us by fixing the potato salad like you offered and
while that's back in the fridge chilling, you can shuck the corn and boil
it."

      Glad for the chance to get away from their scrutiny, he answered,
"Yes ma'am," and almost jumped into the kitchen. He wasn't but a dozen feet
away, but at the moment, to Paul, it gave him breathing room. Then, when he
stood motionless for several long seconds, the women realized Paul had no
idea what to do or how to do it. He'd gotten pretty good at fixing things
in the bar-b-cue pit, but in the kitchen, about the only thing he fixed for
himself on a regular basis was a PBJ or a bowl of cereal. After enjoying a
laugh at his ineptness, the women began coaching him, teasing him about his
potential as a maid.

      While he stayed busy, the woman bantered back and forth, knowing Paul
was listening to most of what they said, giving him instructions when
necessary, but mostly discussing his future and the possible uses of Miss
Paula as a house servant. After concluding that Miss Paula would need a
good deal of training in most areas, Kathy declared, "About all we could
use her for right now is being a `French Maid' -- if you know what I
mean. That's one area where she really has some expertise."

      "Well I just happen to know where I could find her a costume that I'm
almost sure will fit," Erin offered. "Monica got it for a costume party and
doesn't get much chance to use it. Remind me if we go next door to my house
after we eat and I'll call her. If she still has it, I'm sure she'd love to
see Miss Paula get some use out of it."

      Then they began discussing other aspects of their lives and that's
when Paul knew for sure it was going to happen. He could remember when he'd
first met Kathy and at some point early in their relationship, he had
become intensely interested in knowing everything about her and she had
felt the same about him. At that point, they'd known their relationship was
going to be deep, passionate -- and very physical. The conversation
between Erin and Kathy was much the same and while they'd stop to give him
instruction, if he was mentioned otherwise it was in the third person, as
if he wasn't there. Sex wasn't mentioned again until later, after they'd
eaten, and Kathy asked Erin if she'd like something for dessert.

      Reaching to stroke the back of Kathy's hand, Erin answered softly,
"I'd love to have you."

      "Mmm, sounds nice." Kathy replied.

      "I've seen you a couple of times, hiding behind the blinds in your
bedroom, watching me cut the grass. I figured you might feel the same way."

      "Oh I do. For sure," then she turned to smile at Paul. "But I think
the lady behind the blinds was someone else. Any idea who that might have
been Miss Paula?"

      Paul blushed. "I . . . suppose it might . . . have been me," he
admitted, hoping they didn't ask his motives. He'd wondered about that and
wasn't sure himself. A number of times he'd worn Kathy's clothes and
masturbated after watching Erin for several minutes. That part was easy
enough to understand. But he didn't know why he'd tried to make Erin think
it was Kathy that was watching her. Or had he? Had he been trying to let
Erin know that he wanted to spend time with her dressed as Paula? Was it an
effort to bring Paula out to someone outside of their house or the
computer? It would seem to make sense, since Erin had already seen him
dressed. But since she already knew he liked that, he could easily have
been more open about it. He wouldn't have had to give Erin the impression
it was Kathy watching her. Had he subconsciously been scheming to put the
two women together? Had he figured that if he made Erin think Kathy was
interested, that Erin would put a move on Kathy? It would appear that was
what had happened. The only problem with taking credit for it was that Paul
didn't think he was all that smart and skillful when it came to things like
that. He had a good head for business, but had never shown any aptitude
that he could remember for manipulating people. Realizing they were still
watching him, he added, "I don't know why you thought it was Kathy."

      "Well to be honest, I guess I probably knew it was you. I couldn't
really see anything but the image of a person in bra and panties and
. . . I suppose I was just hoping. Kathy reminds me a lot of my first
girlfriend."

      Before Paul could say another word, the two women began discussing
their first female lovers. Erin gave Kathy intimate details of her teenage
affair with Roxy and then Kathy began telling Erin about Amy. By the time
they'd finished, Paul had a very stiff cock in his soggy diaper and both
women were flushed with excitement.

      There was a moment of silence as they all waited to see who would be
the first to suggest something, and Erin broke the stillness by softly
hinting, "If someone is going to change my diaper for me, now would be a
good time."

      "The one I put on Miss Paula hasn't fallen off," Kathy almost
whispered, between ragged breaths. "So I must have done it right. I suppose
I could help you do that. Or would you rather have Miss Paula do it?"

      "Either," Erin hissed. "Or both. But soon."

      Paul understood that Erin was being polite. She'd been staring into
Kathy's eyes when she said it so he wisely let Kathy lead Erin by the hand
to their bedroom and followed, not wanting to miss a thing.

      When Kathy indicated that Erin should lie down on the bed, Erin
softly said, "Might be easier," and undid the button on each of the
shoulder straps of her sundress, letting it fall around her ankles. She let
both of her hostesses admire her breasts and the ruffled diaper cover
before laying on the bed.

      When Erin raised her hips, Kathy pulled the diaper cover off and
handed it to Paula, telling him, "Aren't these cute? I need to get some for
you."

      Paula held the diaper cover, acting as if he was scrutinizing it
closely. From a distance, it would appear to be a large pair of white
panties with pink ruffles across the back and around the legs in
front. However a closer look revealed that they had a plastic lining as
added protection when wearing a diaper. While he really did like the diaper
cover and hoped Kathy was serious about getting some for him, what he was
trying to do was hide his interest in seeing Erin naked, with her diaper
removed. Ever since she'd made the remark about her stepfather getting
flustered when he realized Erin had pubic hair, Paul had been trying to
imagine what that pubic bush would look like today. Erin was freckled and
had reddish-blond hair and he'd wondered if her pussy hair would match. But
just as Kathy got the diaper tabs undone and was about to pull the diaper
off, she shifted positions, blocking Paul's view. He heard Kathy comment,
"Aw, how cute! Looks like someone else I know." Then she shifted again,
pulling the soggy diaper out from under Erin and letting Paula get a look
at Erin's bare pubs.

      Both women enjoyed watching Paula get his first look at Erin's
hairless pussy. "Like that?" Kathy asked him.

      Paul blushed again, realizing they'd caught him staring. He nodded.

      Then Kathy asked, "Want to see what it tastes like?"

      Paul looked at her briefly, nodding again and then returned to
looking at Erin. He was caught totally off guard when Kathy shoved the wet
diaper in his face. His first reaction was to jerk away, but then when he
realized what it was and where it had been, he let Kathy rub the soggy
diaper all over his face. He even stuck his tongue out in hopes a tasting
Erin's pee and his tongue was still waving in the air when Kathy jerked the
diaper away.

      "If you liked that," she told him, and then nodded her head in Erin's
direction, adding, "there's more right there. A little pissy sissy like you
should love licking her clean."

	"Ladies first," Paul replied.

	"Sissy boy ladies count too. Go ahead."

	Erin wasn't going to wait all day while they debated. She raised
herself on one elbow to tell them, "Would one of you PLEASE get on with
it!" then she fell back, mumbling beneath her breath, "I knew I should have
called Monica."

	Paul moved first. Sliding past Kathy, who had moved to sit sort of
sideways on the edge of the bed, he went to the end of the bed and then, on
his knees and elbows, moved up between Erin's splayed legs. Then he worked
his hands under and around her thighs so that her legs were across his
shoulders. He paused for a moment to admire her shaved mons then moved in
too close for his eyes to focus. Since he couldn't use them anyway, he shut
his eyes to concentrate on his other senses; the aroma of urine permeating
all others, the taste of her pee in every niche and fold of flesh as he
licked, the stiffness of her clit, the sweet pain of her fingernails in the
back of his scalp as he brought her to, and then over the top. When he
looked up again, he could see that Kathy had helped, fondling and sucking
first one breast and then the other.

	What happened next depended on who told the story. In Paul's
version, he put his hand on Kathy's shoulder to gently urge her to take his
place between Erin's legs and when she'd realized it was her turn, she'd
jumped so hard and fast that she'd knocked Paul off the end of the
bed. According to Kathy, Miss Paula had tapped her on the shoulder, like
they were some sort of tag-team, and while she had moved quickly, if Miss
Paula fell off the end of the bed, it had been an accident that she hadn't
anything to do with. Erin's version was much simpler -- and most probable
- they were fighting for a chance to eat her pussy.

	What was important though, no matter which version you chose to
believe, was that Kathy gave Erin an orgasm and Erin gave Kathy a mouthful
of pee; a slightly drier version of the pissy `O' that Kathy had with Paul
earlier that morning. Then both Paul and Kathy remembered that Erin liked
to be punished, but not cruelly.

	Paul waited until the two women had calmed down, and then told
Erin, "Young lady. That was not very polite at all. It's bad enough that
you pee in your diapers; peeing in your friend's face is just not at all
acceptable and you should be punished."

	Erin's face brightened. "Oh please don't spank me. PLEASE!"

	Kathy joined in, admonishing Erin for her actions even as she was
taking off her dress and panties. In moments, they had Erin across Paul's
lap, her bare ass in the air, and her face buried in Kathy's muff. At
first, Kathy tried sitting up, then propping herself on one elbow, and
finally gave up trying to watch. Erin's oral skills were way too good and
all Kathy could do was lay back, dig her fingers into the sheets, and
enjoy! The spanking Miss Paula was administering was purely erotic and not
at all painful. Each whack of his hand was just strong enough to get her
attention and in between each stroke, there were long periods where Paul
used his hand to caress her ass cheeks. It appeared to him that between
Erin's talented tongue working on Kathy, and his sensual spanking, both
women had orgasms.

	Then Erin crawled off of Paul's lap and up Kathy's body, licking
and kissing as she went until the two women were face to face, kissing
passionately and rolling on the bed, their arms and legs intertwined and
Miss Paula temporarily forgotten. In fact, Paul thought, watching them,
neither had given any consideration to the VERY hard cock in his VERY wet
diaper. Should he pull it off himself and join them? He debated that
silently, finding as many pluses as minuses for doing that, leaving himself
frozen in indecision. Well `frozen' wasn't exactly the right word he
quickly concluded, grinning at the irony. Watching the two women, as well
as the heat from their bodies had raised the room temperature to a point
where nothing could remain frozen.

	He was still in a sexual stupor of sorts when the two ladies pulled
apart and Kathy told him, "Let's get this little baby dressed and then you
can be the baby and we'll get you changed."

	His first thought was that he didn't want either woman to get
dressed in any way. He'd tasted Erin's pussy, now he wanted to fuck it. And
if they intended to make him the baby, then Kathy would probably get
dressed too. Then he remembered something that encouraged him. During the
conversation between Kathy and Erin, they'd talked about their jobs and
he'd learned that Erin was now an operation room nurse and that there were
no operations scheduled over the three-day weekend. Unless she had other
plans she hadn't mentioned, Erin should be available to continue playing
with them for two more days. It had amazed Paul to see his wife lustfully
drinking Erin's pee just as he did hers. That was humongously encouraging
to Paul. In his estimation, if Kathy was willing to drink Erin's pee, then
she probably wouldn't mind giving him one of her superb blowjobs after he'd
been wearing a diaper that was soggy with his piss.

	So while that first thought -- that of a male in a rush to stick
his dick in something - had almost caused him to frown, by the time he
reasoned it out, or in this case, thought more like a female, he was
smiling as he got a clean diaper and pad from the bags on his dresser,
confident that at some point over the next couple of days, Paul, or Miss
Paula, or baby Paula, was going to fuck both women. Instead of worrying
about getting his cum, he should be worried about having enough cum to
give. By the time he'd turned back to the bed, his smile had become a
lecherous grin!

To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com