Archive for November, 2007

Kate and Linda were sitting at Kate’s small dinette table one summer

Thursday, November 15th, 2007

morning, discussing the neighborhood gossip and local news. Their husbands
were out playing golf, and as was their wont, Kate and Linda got together to
chat, shop and generally goof off. Each was wearing short shorts and a light
blouse, as the summer weather was quite warm.

“I tell ya, honey, that husband of mine is a real dud in bed sometimes.
I dress sexy for him and talk sexy, and all he wants to do is shove it in me,
jerk a few times, come, and roll over and fall asleep. I really do miss the
wild times I used to have when I was younger, you know?” said Linda as she
slowly sipped at the cup of coffee in her hands.

“Exactly. I mean, I love Roger dearly, and wouldn’t really want to spend
my life with any other man, but jeeezus, I do get HORNY once in a while.”
Kate responded. “What’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done, Lin?” she asked
almost shyly.

Linda looked at her for a few minutes, gauging the depths of the other
woman’s sensitivities. She swallowed the sip of warm coffee in her mouth and
leaned forwards surreptitiously.

“When I was in college I got drunk accidentally on purpose at a
fraternity party. After it got real late, I ended up being the only girl
there. The guys all started talking about their sexual conquests, and they
all claimed to be the worlds’ greatest lovers, you know?” She stopped for a
second to take another sip of coffee. “I said that any woman worth her salt
could outlast ten guys, and they all laughed. I challenged them. I got up
real slowly, and stripped as sexily as I could, without falling on my face!
A couple of the guys hauled some mattresses out to the living room, and I lay
down right in the center of them. I started stroking my cunt and licking my
lips really sexy, and before you know it, there were 20 or 30 naked guys
dancing around. I laid back, crooked my finger at the nearest one, and
motioned him over.

“What’ll it be, smarty?” I asked. He said he wanted to fuck me but good,
so he got down there, jerked his cock until it was hard, and shoved it in.
Let me tell you, these guys were just drunk enough so that they couldn’t last
very long. This first one must have stroked about 10 times before he shot off
straight up my pussy. The next guy wanted a blow job, so I sat up, stuffed
his teeny cock in my mouth, and a few seconds later had a sperm chaser after
all the beer I’d had.”

Linda stopped for a moment to look at her friend. Kate’s cheeks had
tinged a slight red and her eyes sparkled a bit, and Linda thought she could
see Kate’s nipples beginning to harden and poke out from the light blouse she
wore.

“Oh God, that’s hot! So what else?” queried Kate with a breathless
smile.

“So, for about the next 2 hours, I fucked and sucked every guy in that
frat house until there wasn’t a drop of sperm left in any of them, and it was
all up my pussy or down my throat, or mostly, all over my tits and face and
in my hair. At one time, I counted six guys jerking off all over my head
while I fucked this black football player’s ass off, and wouldn’t you know
they all came all over my hair and face. I had to stop and get a towel to
wipe the shit off my face. I was drenched in it, I swear!” whispered the
young wife.

“I never saw so much cum in all my life, before or since. They
absolutely ruined the mattresses, and when I finally got up, I leaked a trail
of sperm all over the house looking for a shower to rinse off in. But they
all were pooped out, and I could have gone on for another couple of hours by
then. It was great. But, I had to transfer to another college, because the
word got out, and everybody thought I was some kind of tramp or something,
so I left and went to the State University instead. That’s where I met Hank,
and we’ve been together ever since. I haven’t even seen another cock except
his since then.”

“Even on TV or a magazine or anything?” asked an incredulous Kate.

“Oh, hell, they don’t count! I’m talking about in the flesh! Hey, what
about you, Katie, what’s the wildest slutty thing YOU’VE ever done?”
questioned the leering Linda, leaning forward and licking her lips
devilishly.

“Well, I NEVER balled thirty guys in one night, if that’s what you
mean!” she responded. “In fact, I’ve never made it with more than one guy at
a time, even. Ummm, I guess the nastiest thing I ever did was ask Roger to
cum in my mouth one time while I was sucking him off.”

“ONE time! Are you telling me that you don’t sip the sperm cocktail,
young lady?” asked Linda in a mock stentorian tone.

“Wh-What?”

“You don’t swallow cum? You don’t let that gorgeous Roger shoot off in
your mouth?” Linda asked again.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t like him to, or that he hasn’t , a couple
of times. But he usually just wants to use my pussy instead, so we don’t do
a lot of oral sex or anything kinky. He doesn’t even like to lick me down
there either.”

“Oh shit honey, we’ve got to get you fucked and sucked up right one of
these days!” exclaimed the amazed Linda. “But anyway, tell me all about the
one time you let little Rog there blast off over your teeth. I wanna hear all
about it!”

“Well, it’s not as sexy a story as yours. Roger and I were making love,
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Kate and Linda were sitting at Kate’s small dinette table one summer

Wednesday, November 14th, 2007

morning, discussing the neighborhood gossip and local news. Their husbands
were out playing golf, and as was their wont, Kate and Linda got together to
chat, shop and generally goof off. Each was wearing short shorts and a light
blouse, as the summer weather was quite warm.

“I tell ya, honey, that husband of mine is a real dud in bed sometimes.
I dress sexy for him and talk sexy, and all he wants to do is shove it in me,
jerk a few times, come, and roll over and fall asleep. I really do miss the
wild times I used to have when I was younger, you know?” said Linda as she
slowly sipped at the cup of coffee in her hands.

“Exactly. I mean, I love Roger dearly, and wouldn’t really want to spend
my life with any other man, but jeeezus, I do get HORNY once in a while.”
Kate responded. “What’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done, Lin?” she asked
almost shyly.

Linda looked at her for a few minutes, gauging the depths of the other
woman’s sensitivities. She swallowed the sip of warm coffee in her mouth and
leaned forwards surreptitiously.

“When I was in college I got drunk accidentally on purpose at a
fraternity party. After it got real late, I ended up being the only girl
there. The guys all started talking about their sexual conquests, and they
all claimed to be the worlds’ greatest lovers, you know?” She stopped for a
second to take another sip of coffee. “I said that any woman worth her salt
could outlast ten guys, and they all laughed. I challenged them. I got up
real slowly, and stripped as sexily as I could, without falling on my face!
A couple of the guys hauled some mattresses out to the living room, and I lay
down right in the center of them. I started stroking my cunt and licking my
lips really sexy, and before you know it, there were 20 or 30 naked guys
dancing around. I laid back, crooked my finger at the nearest one, and
motioned him over.

“What’ll it be, smarty?” I asked. He said he wanted to fuck me but good,
so he got down there, jerked his cock until it was hard, and shoved it in.
Let me tell you, these guys were just drunk enough so that they couldn’t last
very long. This first one must have stroked about 10 times before he shot off
straight up my pussy. The next guy wanted a blow job, so I sat up, stuffed
his teeny cock in my mouth, and a few seconds later had a sperm chaser after
all the beer I’d had.”

Linda stopped for a moment to look at her friend. Kate’s cheeks had
tinged a slight red and her eyes sparkled a bit, and Linda thought she could
see Kate’s nipples beginning to harden and poke out from the light blouse she
wore.

“Oh God, that’s hot! So what else?” queried Kate with a breathless
smile.

“So, for about the next 2 hours, I fucked and sucked every guy in that
frat house until there wasn’t a drop of sperm left in any of them, and it was
all up my pussy or down my throat, or mostly, all over my tits and face and
in my hair. At one time, I counted six guys jerking off all over my head
while I fucked this black football player’s ass off, and wouldn’t you know
they all came all over my hair and face. I had to stop and get a towel to
wipe the shit off my face. I was drenched in it, I swear!” whispered the
young wife.

“I never saw so much cum in all my life, before or since. They
absolutely ruined the mattresses, and when I finally got up, I leaked a trail
of sperm all over the house looking for a shower to rinse off in. But they
all were pooped out, and I could have gone on for another couple of hours by
then. It was great. But, I had to transfer to another college, because the
word got out, and everybody thought I was some kind of tramp or something,
so I left and went to the State University instead. That’s where I met Hank,
and we’ve been together ever since. I haven’t even seen another cock except
his since then.”

“Even on TV or a magazine or anything?” asked an incredulous Kate.

“Oh, hell, they don’t count! I’m talking about in the flesh! Hey, what
about you, Katie, what’s the wildest slutty thing YOU’VE ever done?”
questioned the leering Linda, leaning forward and licking her lips
devilishly.

“Well, I NEVER balled thirty guys in one night, if that’s what you
mean!” she responded. “In fact, I’ve never made it with more than one guy at
a time, even. Ummm, I guess the nastiest thing I ever did was ask Roger to
cum in my mouth one time while I was sucking him off.”

“ONE time! Are you telling me that you don’t sip the sperm cocktail,
young lady?” asked Linda in a mock stentorian tone.

“Wh-What?”

“You don’t swallow cum? You don’t let that gorgeous Roger shoot off in
your mouth?” Linda asked again.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t like him to, or that he hasn’t , a couple
of times. But he usually just wants to use my pussy instead, so we don’t do
a lot of oral sex or anything kinky. He doesn’t even like to lick me down
there either.”

“Oh shit honey, we’ve got to get you fucked and sucked up right one of
these days!” exclaimed the amazed Linda. “But anyway, tell me all about the
one time you let little Rog there blast off over your teeth. I wanna hear all
about it!”

“Well, it’s not as sexy a story as yours. Roger and I were making love,
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Humour complab txt part2

Monday, November 12th, 2007

he had an constant erection whenever we were together only mean one thing! He liked girls.>. He seemed to have the same
chemical reaction to me as I did to him moisten and his nipples would press against his bra.>. This
discovery was the impetus impetus can be cured. Roll some stamps around his penis before you
go to bed, stamp AIR MAIL on his forehead and then...> which led me
to even think about anything as risky as THE PLAN<9 From Outer
Space. by Edward Woodie>.
A few very innocent lunches, laced with a lot of
heavy sexual tension, followed. As inconvenient
as the location of his office WAS, it turned out that we were both
married. This came as not a really big surprise, as I was fully
cognizant of my own marital status Although I forget sometimes and have to look at the ring to remind
me. I'm so silly.> and since he was not a kid *does* know just a few too many details about the Lindbergh baby,
and whenever he talks about it, he says "we". But I'm so
silly...>, the probabilities fourteen against a dealer's six drop dramatically if you scream,
"Hit me, Lotus-Blossom!" and pound your fist on the table> were
that he was married too. Although I had anticipated the fact, it
presented problems thingees. I mean, who *cares* how fast the pool fills?! How will
*this* come in handy at the supermarket?>. I never claimed to be
a romantic , but the idea of a seedy motel room
didn’t much appeal to me.
His office therefore became the most likely location doubt.>. As I mentioned before, its only assets were the large
desk and the locked door the hydraulic winch, the cross...>. The walls were paper
thin. Since I generally cum loudly and frequently, after
contemplation, I
decided I had better begin my homework answers were in the back>.
While Herman beamed away oh my-->, I began my research on the Mac. Discretion was the
key word dollars>. Herman was very protective of his little apples called his marble-sized testicles>. The actual programming was
done at home thanks to a Mac on loan from a friend>Steve Jobs>.
(When it comes to programming, I am very patient. most programmers share this quality. In fact, I relish nothing
more than the thought of compiling and linking five megs of Clipper
code on an 8080>) Finally, after weeks of debugging call it what you will>, I was able to write and load a nifty Hee. Aren't I just...such a girl!> little program that would
render the Mac server useless for the hour or so I hoped I
needed especially if they're in mid-compile, or haven't saved anything>.
After what had seemed eons , the day of
execution arrived for my country. *HIS*!>. This was not exactly the type of program
you could Beta test so I just crossed my snapping a co-worker's neck> fingers and hoped I could prove
myfather proud.
Although we were definitely running on the same track slow one>, I didn’t want Alex to suffer cardiac arrest the nitro pill under his tongue>. In preparation for what was to
come, I strolled into his office humming
the tune of My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music HUMANITY! Hey, remember Julie Andrew's hooter's in "S.O.B"? I do.
They weren't big or pendulous but they *were* floppy.>. When I
began to sing my lyrics to the song, a broad grin crossed his
face as wood>. (If this is beginning to sound like a scene from an
Indian movie, you’re right, but stay tuned. Mississippi Masala?)

Guys in tight bike pants, their crotches a-bulgin'
Wet, hot, slick, hard skin, and secrets divulgin'
A story 'bout Suzy-Q<"Queen. Of. Hearts. Come on, come ah-ahn>,
oh what a scene,
These are a few of my favorite things

Guys in blue denim, their lashes a blazin’ my!>
One with his pants off, his size is amazin’!
A horse with a hard on suspended by strings *
These are a few of my favorite things

When the clap hits, when his pud drops, and I need it bad
I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so
sad

* This line inserted in honor of Catherine the Great, and the
new Russian democracy!

After my vocal recount of MY favorite things there wasn’t
much resistance (none, maybe?) when I knelt down in
front of him and unzipped his jeans. Having waited for what seemed
centuries, I immediately began to savor the

contents. As my tongue rolled around the head of his
penis, in a voice tempered with both extesy and panic, he
murmured,
“Jesus, Clarissa, we can’t do this here. Lovelace...>”
Before the not to worry reassurance crossed my lips both
of us heard a shaken Herman pounding his fists on
a nearby keyboard. Putting two and two together Alex began
laughing so uncontrollably that I found it my civic duty to silence
him. Retaking appendage in mouth I began to
suck it for all it was worth.
Not being slow on the uptake, Alex slid his hands into my
blouse and discovered I was not wearing a bra. In fact,
since it was a special occasion I had dispensed with all
underwear state dinners, and public executions>. Taking this as his cue broke, sank the eight ball, and blew that popsicle stand>, with a
quick switch of positions we found ourselves other, preparing to duel> on his large Steelcase desk. He began by
running his tongue along the curve of my small but well
formed breast, and down my belly. Bearing right at <68
degrees>my navel, he shortly found his tongue wading through my
short and curlies.
I sucked him deeper into my mouth as his tongue hit my clit Rose>. He had one hand twiddling I've never twiddled> my clit between tongue laps, while his
tongue was exploring my wet cunt, darting in and out,
tracing my lips all the way back where he lightly nibbled that very
sensitive area between cunt and anus Jersey>, and then he gave my hole itself a gentle brush that is the stuff of urban legends. Ooh, it was a Reach>. The
,
sucking his pumping cock deeper into my eager mouth. His tongue
finally returned to my clit. God the walls were shaking was quaking my mind was aching, and we were making it. them mean
old eyes...knocking me out with those American trout.>!
I could have continued with this game for a long, long time,
but as if out of no where a condom appeared my fairy condom godmother!>. My heart, already pounding double
time, started doing little flips mitral valve>. My clitty, so recently being ministered to by
tongue, started pounding in anticipation of what it knew was
coming. I took the packet from him
and ripped it open.
Now, with both of us sitting on the edge of that steelcase, I
gently grasped his member [I just HAD to] in one
hand and unrolled the sheath with my other unravelled the skin from his penis he never let on. And they say
chivalry is dead. Piffle, I say.>. I realized that the wrapper was
still in my hand<20 more and I could get a Bazooka Joe decoder
ring>. As I reached across the desk to the trash, I felt a hand on
my back, and then another reaching around my waist to my hot
pussy in front of me...>. I knew what was coming,
and I reached back to help guide his flesh missile into my anxious
(but not hardened) target edge of the desk??!! So *what* target? *MY SPINE*!!>. Help wasn’t
needed however, and before my hand found its target, his
missile found mine, and with a grunt of satisfaction he
started his journey home.
With a long slow push I felt myself filling up
. Then his hand came around me and started to
caress my clit. Then finger twiddle,
slow stroke out, fingers, fast push in. My clamping him tight on
each outstroke was driving us both to a frenzy but not without its good points, like when the camera backs away
from the woman's apartment and down the stairs> . With each beat of
the penetration, the cycle of pleasure began all over again beans.>. As if upon mutual agreement, a soft languid
cry flowed from our lips and could have been heard if anyone had
been listening.
Serendipitiously, a loud wail from
Herman was produced on the opposite side of the wall fortuitous!>.
I wish I could describe the sound of 12 Macs crashing
simultaneously, but it really isn't very interesting Honest>.

RICHH

credits to RDC for that whole Alex Trebeck ruling the world thing

Humour complab txt

Sunday, November 11th, 2007

Archive-author: RICHH
Archive-title: Computer Lab

At the time I thought he didn’t notice me thinking?>. Later I found that just the opposite was true basement, he had made a kind of voodoo shrine to me, and my picture
was on his coathangers, plus, he wanted his TWO DOLLARS!>. I had
been watching him for maybe two months trying to decide what it was
about him that made my hormones go wild and kick like the Rockettes.>. When seated next to him I got so wet
that I was worried about leaving a stain on the chair realized that it was just my cigar-smoke that had triggered the
sprinkler above my desk...>. I had read about pheromone in
relation to animals, but never thought that people were subject to
the same influences *never* make a connection like *tha-at* Hee. Wanna see my
underwear?>.
Why we frequently found ourselves in such close proximity
was another story. The
English department where I taught did
not think a lowly adjunct needed a computer. In fact,
they didn’t even think I merited a desk IN! Silly ole me.>. In reality, I didn’t need a computer as
programming was just a hobby for me would agree. "Computers...BAH!>. I just liked the idea of making
a machine my slave but hey, different strokes...>
Thus we found ourselves seated in front of our respective
IBM clones computer references. If she later mentions IMSAI, and misspells
it, I will surely die. Altair? S-100 bus? Oh the humanity!> on
an almost daily basis. With a little detective work Call me Samantha Spayed!> I found out that his name was Alex and he
was an instructor in the computer science department.
Even if he had been a sexual zilch, I still would have
probably noticed him as we were the ONLY users of the two PCs in a
faculty lab filled with Macs bullet-bras *over* our halter tops>. God! how I hated those
machines comp.sys.Amiga.Advocacy?>. My prejudice serendipidists!>, like most was
inherited, in my case from my father. He has been
working with computers for the last 30 years the transistor! Shocking.>. As a memento, he gave me his original
IMSA 8080 still in working order. I had been
brought up to think that computers should not be `cute’ Sally Fields, but she's a *button*!>.
Herman, the director of the lab, must have picked up
on my vibes white mongo plug-in deals with the end that looks like a disc
brake. And boy, was it loud.> as he would barely give me the time
of day really care. Lemme see, it's six to four>. That is, until I
hatched MY PLAN found the USFL!>.
One day, finally overcoming my shyness shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life that you
want to>, I glanced over at Alex THE WORLD!!>. Actually, I looked at his monitor notable for the penciled-in swastika> and realized that he was
trying to pirate Roberts, then who is?> an application which is silly, because if you just ask, they are required by law
to give you one.>.
“If Herman catches you, he will hang you by
your thumbnails and tattoo Mac
icons on strange parts of your body. me that's *not* strange. I'm from Canada.>”
Alex laughed and said<"There's madness afoot at the
Circle-K this eve">, “Oh, Herman and I are good buddies euphemism for 'lifemates'?>. I teach Pascal using 'Hooked on Phonics'> the Mac and I frequently have to ask him
questions. Actually, I make up the questions so I can stay on his
good side.”
After the ice was broken, we began to talk every day.
On about the third day, I found out about HIS OFFICE was...POPE!>. Since he was an instructor, the university deemed love when a word like this crops up. Remember 'adjunct'?
'Merited'?? And now *this*.> to give him an office. It was a
hasty sheetrock affair of about 70 square feet and a very
large Steelcase desk Well...you're the wordsmith.>. On the downside at WOGL, and I'm gonna be sending you home with a little Bay City
Rollers Action: S--A--T-U-R--D-A-Y. NIGHT!>?, it was located off
the very room in which I sat . Despite these
limitations, it had a door with a lock taped to it, the meaning of which eludes me even now>. This was not
the point when I began to formulate MY <5 YEAR>PLAN, but I am sure
that it was an inspiration.
MY <5 YEAR>PLAN took its focus the day Alex and I were on
the elevator together philosophers. Then I would make everyone wear gray and cut their
hair like Moe Howard. Then...>. It was the typical cattle car
scene their rocks off.>. We were jammed in like sardines and the only
redeeming factor that when pressed against each other I realized
that Alex was sporting a very big hard on. After this
revelation and a few later surreptitious glances, I realized that
…End of the part1. To be continued..

I thought I was a freak You see I am a girl and I like wearing part2

Saturday, November 10th, 2007

and wet towards the bathroom. I assumed she had to go until she
came back carrying diapers, washcloth, and powder. Jerry said we
would continue the game as soon as he changed Jenny. With that she
pulled her skirt up around her waist and laid on the floor. Just
like the girl I had seen before, she was wearing rubber pants over
a wet diaper.

Jerry pulled down her rubber pants, took off her wet diaper, and
wiped her with the washcloth. Jerry pulled a dry diaper under her,
powdered her, pinned the diaper in place and pulled her rubber
pants back up. After she had been changed we continued our game.

Jenny asked if I wore diapers too. I started to deny it but
Instead admitted I did. She asked if Jerry changed me when I wet.
I told her of course not and she wanted to know who did change me
when I wet. I said I never wet the diapers and I put them on
myself. She said that was no fun. Half the fun was wetting the
diapers and the other half was getting them changed. She asked If
I was wearing diapers then and I said no. Jenny said Jerry would
probably diaper me if I wanted and she would loan me hers.

Jerry said he would be glad to diaper me and Jenny could watch. I
was reluctant and at the same time I wanted to say yes. Jenny ran
Into the other room and came back with diapers, pins, and rubber
pants. By then I had decided that as long as Jenny was in the room
Jerry would not try to take advantage of me. I pulled my skirt up
like she had done and laid on the floor. Jerry took my panties
down, pulled a diaper under me, powdered me, and pinned the diaper
In place. He tried putting the rubber pants on me but they were
too small so I pulled my skirt down and we continued our game.
Jenny was right about one thing, having Jerry diaper me was a lot
better than diapering myself.

Jenny said I was as hairy down there as Jerry. I asked if she had
seen him getting his diapers changed. She called me silly saying
boys did not wear diapers, only girls. I asked how she knew he was
hairy down there and she said she had seen him in the shower. She
said it as If I was asking silly questions. What I was hoping was
that he wore diapers so I could diaper him like he had just
diapered me.

We had just finished the game when Jerry’s mom came home. I had
planned on leaving before she got there so we would not get in
trouble. She did not seem to mind that I was there when no adults
were present. Then I realized I was in a diaper and my panties
were on the floor behind me where she might see them. She did too,
she picked them up and asked If they were mine. What could I do?
I said they were. She simply said that be naked under my skirt was
not acceptable behavior. Jenny said I was not naked, Jerry had
diapered me. I thought we were really in for it then. Jerry’s mom
said that was okay then, as long as I was not naked. She then
asked if I wanted to stay for supper.

After supper we played another game of Monopoly. When the game was
over I had to go to the bathroom. Jenny had wet her diaper and
Jerry had changed her while I watched again. When I said I had to
go to the bathroom Jerry’s mom said I should wet my diaper and
after Jerry changed me I should be getting home before It got dark.

I said I did not think wetting the diaper was a good Idea as I did
not have any rubber pants and my skirt would get wet. She said if
I pulled up the skirt It would not get wet.

I did not want to wet while they watched but I seemed to be in a
position where I had no choice so I did as she said. Even though
she was in the room, she paid no attention as Jerry changed me. He
took down my wet diaper, washed me, powdered me, put a dry diaper
on me and I went home wearing the diaper. Again, Jenny was right,
wetting the diaper and having Jerry change It was fun. I went home
wearing the diaper. I never did see those panties again.

I knew that my mom would not have the same attitude as Jerry’s mom
about my wearing diapers, let alone having Jerry put them on me and
change them when I wet. I intended to wear them and wet them
whenever Jerry wanted. Because of this, I spent as much of the
summer as I could at Jerry’s house. He did not diaper me all the
time but I let him know I would let him diaper me whenever he
wanted. His mom even bought rubber pants that fit me so I could
wet my diapers without having to worry about getting my skirts wet.

The first time Jerry changed me when his dad was in the room I was
so nervous I started to pee again once he had my diaper down.
Jerry calmly held another diaper over me while I wet. He then
continued to diaper me as If nothing had happened. His dad was
reading the paper and I do not think he even noticed that I was
getting my wet diaper changed, let alone that I peed while my
diaper was down.

Jerry continued to diaper me for the next two years. After high
school he went away to college. I went to a different college. I
took diapers and rubber pants with me but It was just not the same.

I have not seen Jerry since we went away to college. I have not
met anyone who I would like to diaper me so I do not wear them
often anymore. Maybe some day I will meet Jerry again, or at least
someone who I would feel comfortable telling my secret to.

Archive-name: Fetish/amanda.txt
Archive-author: Baby Billy
Archive-title: Amanda

As Ann and John drove home she kept fingering the small package Dr part3

Friday, November 9th, 2007

As they drifted off to sleep, Ann turned on John’s headset, then her own,
and they both slept soundly, deeply, letting their subconscious minds
absorb the pleasures of their new roles.

Tomorrow would see another small phase in the growth of their relationship,
until Dr. Whetmore took them to the next platform.

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A New Day Dawns

Ann was awakened to the warm wetness of John’s overflowing diapers. He’d
wet so heavily during the night he’d supersaturated the diapers, leaking at
the pantlegs and wetting the changing pad and the bed. His loud sucking had
also served to wake her, and she gently pulled his thumb from his mouth and
gave him the remainder of his bottle from last night.

Obviously he’d taken the one bottle and drained it himself during the
night, while she slept, and started the second before going to sleep again.
At any rate, he sure was wet. She’d try a little test and see how he felt
about it.

As John finished the bottle, he seemed to wake himself, and Ann said “Well
sleepy head, you sure slept soundly last night. How’s it feel to wake in
pissy diapers, like a little baby.”

To her surprise, John said “Mmmmm, it feels real nice. It’s so nice and
warm and make me feel peaceful. Thank you for helping me Ann. I know I can
be a good baby for you.”

Ann smiled, then said “Well pissy pants, time to get you up, changed and
then off to work. You’ve still got a job to do and you can’t stay in those
sopping diapers all day or you’ll get a horrible rash. Off you go to the
shower.

I’ll have to think of something different for tonite, so I don’t wind up
sleeping in a puddle too. One bedwetter in the family is bad enough,
especially one who wets as heavily as you do. Now off with you.”

John swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, then almost fell
down as quickly as he’d gotten up. “Jeez, these diapers must have a couple
gallons of pee in them. They weigh a ton. Can’t you change me here, then
we’ll figure what to do ?”

“No way. You’re too wet to be changed here. Besides you’re still a grown
man, even if you do need diapers, so you get into the shower any way you
can. Crawl if you have to, but move it !!”

Obediently John tried again, but found there was no way he could walk with
the sodden mass between his legs. Crawl he did. Just like a little baby,
only with the heavy sodden diapers he even had trouble crawling.

Ann laughed at the sight of her 33 year old husband crawling to the shower,
in soaking, sodden diapers and then remembered the locking pins. As she
heard John get into the tub enclosure, then yell “I can’t get these off.
Can you help me please Ann ??” she started to laugh, kind of sneeringly and
said “That’s no way for a good baby to talk. Ask me nicely in a sweet baby
voice to please change your pissy diapers, and I’ll consider it.”

Reluctantly John started asking and eventually satisfied Ann by saying
“Pweez momma change pissy baby Johnny’s pissy baby diapers. Pweez momma.”
and Ann laughingly released the diaper pins letting the sodden diaper fall
to John’s feet.

After his shower, John came out to get ready for work. Instead of his
regular briefs, Ann had laid out a pair of thick, terry cloth pants, kind
of like trainer soakers toddlers wear while being toilet trained. John
yelled down to Ann “Hon these aren’t what I wear to work, what gives ???”

His baby personna was receding as he got ready for a day at the office, and
the idea of wearing baby training panties was repulsive. Sure he needed
diapers at night time, since he was such a heavy bedwetter, but training
pants during the day, no way.

Ann shouted up sternly, “Ok Mr. Pissy pants. You may think you’re all grown
up, but the evidence against you is in the washer now, or did you already
forget the condition of your diapers half an hour ago. Now I want you in
those trainers, and dressed and down here for breakfast in five minutes or
else !!”

Meekly John put the trainers on. They felt strange, yet somehow comforting.
Maybe they wouldn’t be so bad after all. They felt kind of like diapers,
but not quite so bulky.

As they had breakfast, Ann explained “I know you haven’t had any daytime
accidents for quite a while, but we don’t want to take chances. You’ve been
wetting quite heavily at night again, just like you did when you were a
baby in diapers all the time, so the training panties are a precaution. If
you have a “little” accident, it shouldn’t be so bad you get your trousers
all wet. Just be careful and pay attention and go potty when you first feel
the need.

Remember now, if you wet your pants at all, it’s back into diapers for you
during the daytime, too !!”

John hung his head and said “Yes ma’m. I’ll keep dry. Sorry I yelled
earlier, it’s just that I’m not a baby anymore. I don’t need baby pants at
work.”

Ann just smiled, handed him his bag with two spare pair of pants, and said
“We’ll see about that.”

Ann started her walkman with the music cassette and went about her
housework. As she proceeded she made a list of things she’d need. Enough
flannel for a dozen diapers, 4 more pair of plastic panties, two of the
large bottles she’d read about and one of the neighbours had said she could
get at the local pharmacy in the back of the store.

Then she looked at the DPF magazine again, and the Carloyn’s Kids catalog
and ordered a dozen of the special extra thick diapers in print patterns,
and the print nursery styled panties. She ordered 3 shortalls, two rompers,
6 pairs of sleepers and two large soothers as well.

When she was done, she figured this would be a good layette to start with,
and with her sewing talents she could make more cute baby outfits for
Johnny.

Finally, she phoned the store Dr. Rotman had told her about. She was
surprised they would deliver this afternoon, no trouble, and set everything
up for her.

By the time John was due home, Ann had transformed the den into a passable
nursery. A large padded table served as changing table, with shelves of
diapers, panties and necessary pins, powder and lotions. A toy box held
large stuffed toys, some big hard rubber balls, and a cute large Roly Poly.

But the piece de resistance was the special bed. It looked now like a
regular child’s bed, with low mattress, two pull out drawers underneath,
and a head and foot board. The beauty was it could easily be converted into
a full size crib, big enough for the biggest baby, complete with locking
side rails, large musical mobile to attach to the headboard and if needed a
locking top.

Ann felt the extra touch of a private stereo system with speakers at each
end and both sides of the bed would be a nice touch, and make it easier for
Johnny to listen to his special tapes in the nights and weeks to come.

This was going to be fun having a new big baby at home. She wondered how
Johnny was making out.

Archive-name: Fetish/capclin2.txt
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Archive-title: The C.A.P. Clinic – II

As Ann and John drove home she kept fingering the small package Dr part2

Thursday, November 8th, 2007

John smiled then meekly said “Yes mama. I need thick diapers ‘cuz I wet a
lot at niteenites. Thank you mama.” and toddled off to their bedroom.

Ann giggled at the sight of her husband toddling up the stairs in his
sodden diaper. He actually looked like a toddler with a load in his diaper
the way he was walking.

Ann seemed to know there were a couple of “special” diapers in John’s
diaper bag, and as she took them out, was shocked at their size. They were
huge, but designed just like the ones she’d seen for little babies in the
department stores a couple of years ago. They were made with 8 layers of
thick cotton flannel, and then had another insert made of another 8 layers
of flannel sewn in at the top and bottom. That meant John would be wearing
16 layers of thick flannel in the diaper, which was kind of like quadruple
diapering a real baby. He probably wouldn’t be able to walk with that much
between his legs, but then where did he have to go. The bathroom was “out
of bounds” while he was diapered, and those special locking diaper pins she
found in his bag, would make sure of that.

She found it kind of “kinky” as she thought of trussing her husband up in
these super thick diapers, then locking them on with the heavy locking pins
and keeping him that way until morning. As an after thought, she took two
baby bottles she’d almost missed out of the bag, and filled them with warm
water and cranberry juice. Somehow she seemed to know this combination
would make him wet more heavily during the night, so he’d be sure to wake
up in very wet diapers the next morning.

Just as she hoped, John had put out his changing pad and mattress protector
on his side of the bed, and was lying there waiting to be changed. She
gingerly removed the wet diaper, thinking “The little bugger must have wet
again to be this wet.” then cleansed him off with a big baby wipes. Next
she liberally spread vaseline all over his bottom and took extra pains with
his weewee and front noticing the effect her gentle massage was having on
his penis. Just before it looked like he’d “erupt” she pulled the thick
diaper up between his legs, leaving him with a stiff hard on tucked safely
in 16 layers of diaper flannel. The pins snapped in place in a flash and
then on went the plastic panties.

All this fooling around was making her horny, but with John all trussed up
in his diaper, what was she to do. Then an idea struck her. Babies were
supposed to be very oral, so let’s see how oral baby Johnny was.

“Johnny, mommy got you all ready for niteenites, but mommy wants some
lovings from her baby. Can you make mommy happy too ??”

John said “Sure hon, just let me get these off then I’ll really show you
some lovings, then you can get me ready for beddy bye again. Huh…. What
the heck ??”

“Oh no Johnny. Once mommy puts your didees on for nitee nites they have to
stay on until mommy changes you in the morning. Besides, babies who have to
wear diapers shouldn’t have their little weewee outside their didees and
panties, or they might have a nasty accident and peepee all over the bed or
mommy.

I think you know another way baby can make mommy very happy !!” and Ann
gently but firmly pulled John’s head to her chest then put her nipple just
inches from his mouth.

John didn’t need another hint, and soon was sucking and tonguing her
nipples, arousing her to new heights of pleasure. As Ann gently pushed his
searching mouth downward, he found a new “nipple” to suck on and with Ann’s
urging soon learned to use his lips, tongue and mouth to bring her time and
again to the heights of ecstacy.

John felt a new calm, peacefulness and a sense of helpless dependence on
this strong woman who was his mommy now, and as he felt her quiver for the
5th time, felt his bladder emptying hotly, uncontrollably into his diapers
and felt like he too was reaching the heights of orgasm, except his little
weewee was softly, limply being bathed in his peepee as he helplessly wet
his diapers uncontrollably while pleasing his mommy.

Little Johnnie was learning his lessons well, and would find himself soon
conditioned to repeat his lessons over and over again.

As Ann came down from heights she’d never know possible she could faintly
smell the urine in John’s diapers and pulled him gently towards her breasts
again. As John suckled calmly, contentedly she began gently rubbing his
diaper at the front and soon felt the swell of his manhood. She kept saying
“Johnnie likes the feeling of his warm, wet diapers doesn’t he ?? It feels
so nice to be in wet diapers sucking mommy’s titties like a little baby
again doesn’t it ?? Mommy loves her baby Johnny. Good baby Johnny wants to
wet his diapers all the time so mommy can make him feel good too.”

John’s subconscious was clouded by the sensations in his mouth, his diaper
region and especially in his cock as Ann gently stroked his erection in his
warm, wet diapers. Soon he was oblivious to everything except the
sensations and her words, and he KNEW it sure felt good to wet his diapers
and to wear wet diapers like a baby.

As he came explosively, Ann kept saying “Good baby Johnny, you’re wetting
your diapers again. It feels so good to wet your diapers. Good baby.” and
John’s helpless subconsious made the indelible connection between the
pleasure of orgasm and wetting his diapers helplessly. He was hooked and
convinced wetting his diapers made him feel this good.

Ann, his wife of 6 years, was turning him into a helpless wetter and he
loved it.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

As Ann and John drove home she kept fingering the small package Dr

Wednesday, November 7th, 2007

Whetmore had given her. She really liked Dr. Whetmore, and hoped she could
help John with his problems.

It seemed a little “silly” to have her grown husband in diapers, but if
this was what he needed to get better, then so be it. Besides she’d always
like playing dolls and dressup when she was a little girl, and when she was
babysitting she had always liked looking at the little boys when she
changed their diapers.

She even remembered one boy who was 12 years old when she was just starting
to give up babysitting. She was 17 then, and had learned quite a bit about
boys and girls, and had even felt some of her boyfriends getting hard in
their pants when she rubbed them the right way. They seemed to like it when
she pressed gently on the front, but most of them just became helpless and
engrossed in what she was doing to them, until they came in their pants
like babies wetting their pants.

Ann had like playing with this 12 year old boy who still wore diapers
because he was a bedwetter, and watched him get all funny looking when she
changed his diapers and rubbed him with baby lotion. He seemed to go in his
diapers too, but he never got them sticky like her older boyfriends, and
usually peed his diaper right after he got soft again, so she’d have to
change him to put him back to sleep.

Now her husband of 8 years was wearing diapers, and was going to start
using his diaper just like the little babies Ann had babysat for so few
years ago.

They got in the house and Ann prepared dinner for she and John. They talked
animatedly about the revelations of this afternoon with the two doctors,
and both felt comfortable discussing John’s baby needs. After dinner, as
John pulled out the plug from the sink he wet his diaper.

Turning to Ann he said “Please, Annie can you change my diaper. I’m all
wet.” to which Ann replied “C’mon now John you can still change your own
diapers. You’re not a little baby yet !!”

Just yesterday these words would have seemed so strange to Ann, but already
she was beginning to accept the inevitable change in her and John’s
relationship.

Reluctantly, John went to their room and changed his own diaper, returning
to the living room wearing a big blue disposeable diaper and Polo shirt.

As they sat looking thru the material Dr. Whetmore had given them, Ann was
amazed at how much their was for adult babies, as most of the infantilists
were called. An organization in California, called DPF had a regular
newsletter, and magazines and tons of stories for adult babies. They even
had special big cloth diapers and baby panties, and cute baby styled
clothing for big babies. The man who ran DPF, Tommy, was a big baby
himself, and sure looked cute in his rompers and diapers.

There were other magazines from Infantae Press in Seattle, Washington, and
a lady in California, named Florence, who ran Amber E. They all had lots of
letters from big babies who were so happy to be able to return to their
bottles, and diapers and panties and having found mommies or daddies to
take care of them when they needed some babying.

Ann particularly found an article entitled “The Mommy Solution” from DPF
helpful in understanding John’s needs. She almost felt like crying after
she read it, wishing she could be a mommy to all those babies in search of
a mommy.

As she put down the last article, she noticed it was almost 9:30. They’d
better get going if they were going to listen to their special tapes then
get to bed. She noticed John was wet, and said “Get you diaper bag for
mommy John. You need your didee changed.”

It felt strange, but natural, especially after reading the Mommy Solution.
Ann wanted to try and help John.

As John dutifully returned with his diaper bag, Ann told him to lie down,
stripped off his wet diaper, then powdered him, put on a fresh disposeable
diaper, then put his headphones on him, connected to his personal cassette
tape player and switched on the tape for him. Then she sat opposite him in
her easy chair and switched on her own cassette player.

In minutes, both had their eyes closed, looking to all like they were sound
asleep, while their subconscious minds absorbed Dr. Whetmores suggestions
for their new life, as baby Johnny and mommy. Their minds were like empty
sponges soaking up Dr. Whetmore’s suggestions and instructions.

Ann was “learning” to be a good, stern mommy and to keep baby Johnny in his
diapers and plastic panties as much as possible. Johnny was reliving the
pleasures of babyhood, the feelings and sensations of warm wet diapers, and
squish messy diapers. The feelings of helplessness and dependence as he wet
or messed his diapers uncontrollably or waiting for mommy to give him his
bottle.

When they woke up, Ann viewed John in a new light. He seemed somehow
smaller, more defenseless, like a baby needing mommy’s protection. John too
felt differently about Ann. She was now the stronger, the one who would and
could give him what he craved and needed, if he was a good little boy and
did what she told him.

Ann looked at his sodden diaper, and jokingly but sternly said “Well, you
are quite a little pisser aren’t you. Get up to beddy bye and I’ll change
your diapers for bedtime. Looks like you’re going to need a nice, thick
diaper to get thru the nited aren’t you sweetie.”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

I thought I was a freak You see I am a girl and I like wearing

Tuesday, November 6th, 2007

diapers. When I say diapers I mean diapers and rubber pants. I
was glad to learn that other people, especially women, wore diapers
too.

It started when I was sixteen. I had a friend take me to get my
drivers license. I was taking the written examination when I
noticed the girl across the counter from me was dancing around.
She was hopping from one foot to the other. I thought she was so
nervous she would never pass the driving test even If she passed
the written test. Just as I finished the written test I heard her
sigh with relief and I thought she must have finished too. I soon
found out what she had finished. She had just finished peeing.
She had been dancing around trying to hold it in but had finally
let go. It was not obvious that was what had happened. But, as
she came up to turn in her test I heard a woman say “You wet your
diaper, didn’t you?” The girl said “Yes momma, I tried to hold it
but could not wait any longer.” I made It a point to look but
could see no sign that she was wearing a diaper, let alone a wet
one. Her mom must have noticed her dancing around and knew when
the girl quit what had happened.

I was told it would be about an hour before I could take my driving
test so I decided to use the ladies room while I waited. As I came
out of the stall in the ladies room I saw the same girl. She was
laying on the floor with her skirt around her waist. She was
wearing a wet diaper which her mother was removing. I washed my
hands real slow as I watched in the mirror over the sink. When the
diaper was off her, her mother washed her up, put another diaper
under her and pinned it In place. She handed the girl a pair of
rubber pants. The girl stood up, pulled the rubber pants up, let
her skirt down and they left the room. By the time I got out of
the ladies room they were calling my name to take my driving test.

I do not remember taking the driving test but I passed It and got
my license. All during the test all I thought about was seeing the
girl get her diapers changed. On the way home I told my friend
about It. I do not remember telling him about it either. He told
me later that I had told him. I guess I was to preoccupied to know
what was happening at the time.

Jerry often walked me to school as he lived down the block from me.
Shortly after I got my license he was walking me to school and
asked If I had thought about what we talked about. I said I had no
Idea what he was referring to. He said “About the diapers.” I
said “What diapers?” He then told me I had told him about seeing
the girl wearing diapers and getting them changed and he had asked
me If I wanted to wear diapers. I told him I did not recall any
such conversation and I had no Intention of wearing diapers.
“And,” I said, “even If I did want to wear diapers I would not be
about to tell you.” Jerry said if I changed my mind, he would like
to see me In them. I slapped him and walked faster.

On the way home that afternoon Jerry caught up with me and said he
was sorry, he did not mean to upset me. I told him I accepted his
apology. He asked If I minded If we talked about what I had seen.
I asked why. He said he diapered his sister at night and sometimes
he diapered her during the day too. He was just wondering if other
girls wore diapers. I said none that I knew of. He said that he
was trying to be honest with me when he said if I wore diapers he
would like to see me In them. In fact, he said, he would like to
change them for me. I slapped him again and walked home alone.

About a week later Jerry caught up with me as I was walking home
from school. He said he had a surprise for me. He gave me a
nicely wrapped package. Jerry said I was not to open it until I
was alone. That night I opened the package In my room. It
contained two diapers, pins, baby powder and rubber pants. I was
mad and if he had been there I would have slapped him again. I do
not know why, but I did not throw them out. I put the package in
the back of my closet. Every few days I would get them out and
look at them.

Jerry was right, I did want to try on the diapers. I just did not
want to admit it. Before long, I was not just looking at the
diapers, I was taking them out and feeling them. Finally, I tried
them on. They did not feel as good as I had Imagined. Later It
dawned on me, I had not used the powder Jerry had given me. The
next time I tried the diapers, I powdered myself first. The
diapers felt better then, but they still did not feel right. I had
no idea what was missing though.

Just before school was out for the summer, I wore the diapers to
school. As usual, Jerry caught up and walked with me. We were
almost at school when he said I smelled good, like baby powder.
Then he said “You are wearing the diapers aren’t you?” I said I
was not but he did not believe me. He asked If I was going to let
him see them. I denied having them on and slapped him for asking.
I made sure he missed me going home that afternoon.

A couple of days after school was out Jerry and his sister came
over. They were going to get an ice cream and wanted to know if I
wanted to go with them. On the way back Jerry asked if I wanted to
stop at his house and play Monopoly. When we got to his house I
found out his mom was not home. I was not supposed to have boys
visit unless my mom was home but was not sure if I could visit his
house. Since his sister was there, I decided it would probably be
okay.

While we were playing Monopoly, in the living room, Jenny got up
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Monday, November 5th, 2007

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Archive-title: Chance

Section One – The Early Years
Chapter I – Baby Bimbo

Everyone in Larchmont knew that Chance was a tramp the day she came home
from the the hospital. At that point in her life it wasn’t the rubber pants
that gave her away, or even the fact that when someone picked her up for
burping, she blew in his ear. Let me put it this way: She did things with her
pacifier that most women still haven’t done with their husbands. Is that a
tramp, or what?
It was almost unthinkable that we would ever become friends, especially
to my mother. She considered anyone who wore open-toed shoes an exhibitionist.
Chance and I were SO unalike. I mean, when I had diaper rash, she had
herpes. I’d fuss about going to bed; she’d hit the mattress the minute
someone unzipped her bunting. I slept with stuffed animals; she slept with
real ones. You get the picture.
Chance stayed different from the rest of us. She never went through a NO
phase (her first words were “Sure, sailor!”), never sucked her thumb if she
could suck someone else’s, and when she waved “bye-bye,” it was with her
panties.
Even before she was toilet-trained, that tramp’s name was on bathroom
walls!

Chapter II – Toddler Tramp

Before we even entered kindergarten, Chance was raising eyebrows as often
as her skirt. Think I’m exaggerating?? Well, how many four-year-olds do
you know who’ve had their birthday parties raided by the police? I’m serious!
She jumped out of her own birthday cake!
My mother never let me go to any of Chance’s parties after I told her
about the one where we played Simon Says with a whip. (Simon says, “DO THIS!
DO THAT!”) She’d probably never have let me see Chance again if I’d told where
that preschooler poptart had hidden the marshmallows for the treasure hunt!
Like men in later years, Chance’s toys said a lot about her; all of it
unprintable. Her dollhouse had a red light on it! Her coloring books had dirty
pictures! She was the only kid in the neighborhood who had an anatomically
correct G.I. Joe doll – and it was battery operated!!
She also had an advanced Erector set. What she did with that is better
left unmentioned.

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