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" Caught by a Female
Security Guard "
stood there, scratching my head and wondering what the
hell just happened. I mean, did a super foxy chick
just do a diaper check on me and call me baby? I
know I should have been in seventh heaven, but for some
reason, I couldn't decide if I was more scared or more
embarrassed over the entire incident I had just went
was no doubt in my mind that she took pictures of my
dirty bottom, I saw the flash of the camera, but I also
knew there was no way she could threaten to expose me
without the fear of losing her job, there had to be some
sort of confidentiality clause she had to sign to be
working security here, at least, I thought there would
be? I decided, mainly out of embarrassment, to go
ahead and get out of this messy diaper and take a
shower,I felt I'd had enough excitement for one night,
plus I seriously doubted that she would even come back,
as hot as she was, I couldn't see her wasting time with
someone like me, especially considering how she saw me,
dirty diaper and all.
finished changing my diaper and taking a shower within
about thirty minutes and chose to forgo another diaper,
just in case she was serious and came back, the least
I could do if that happened was to look a bit more
respectable and adult like. It was almost 11 and I
knew her shift ended at 11:30, and I don't know why, but
I almost felt like a little boy waiting for Santa
Clause, the anxiety and excitement was there and I
didn't know why, other then the fact she was hotter then
all hell, but something just kept gnawing at me,
something that felt so surreal, yet almost whimsical and
fairy tale like.
decided to fix me a pot of coffee, just in case she did
happen to come by, at least I'd have an adult beverage
to offer her, which I chuckled to myself, and
thought, would be more sensible then formula. As I
sat there, nursing my coffee and watching the clock, I
felt a slight rumble in my tummy and remembered the
suppository I had inserted earlier and just figured it
was the last remnants of what was left, but nothing to
worry about, that first round with the dirty diaper
pretty much did the trick and I seriously doubted there
was any cause for concern, the supp had surely done it's
certainly surprised when I heard my door bell sound off,
just a bit past 11:30, and as I opened the door, there
she was, in all her glory and beauty, still dressed in
her security uniform so I figured she had come here
straight from work. When she saw me, she looked a
bit surprised herself, at first, but then that surprised
look quickly turned to an angry look, and as she walked
in, she shook her gorgeous head back and forth, almost
as if she was disappointed, then said, " I thought you
and I had an understanding, did I not make myself clear
enough when I told you that I wanted you still in that
diaper when I came back"?
at her and laughingly said, " Are you serious, I can't
imagine that you actually wanted me to stay in that
thing for an hour or so until you came back, that's kind
of gross don't you think? "
Who do you think you are, to stand there and have the
nerve to tell me what you think is gross, if I remember
correctly, you were the one locked outside of your
house, wearing a shitty diaper and looking like a lost
little baby waiting for his mommy to change his boo-boo
and make it all better.
whoa, whoa ma'am, can we sort of start over, I think we
kind of got off on the wrong foot here.
Her: Yes, I
think we did, you and I definitely need to get a few
things clear here if we plan on taking this any
Me: Um, ok, not
sure what you mean by that, but just as a peace
offering, first off, can I offer you a cup of coffee,
it's fresh, just made it?
Her: Ok, that
sounds like a nice start, but I am serious about having
a very personal conversation with you, tonight, now that
you've disobeyed me and got out of your diaper.
Me: Ok, we can
chat about that if you want, although I'm quite certain
there are far more better conversations to chat about.
Her: I'm sure
there are, however, I came here tonight for one reason
and one reason only, and you have ruined that for me, so
yes, we will discuss what I witnessed earlier as it
would pertain to you.
listened to her talk, there was no doubt in my mind that
this was a very educated person, just by the way she
annunciated her words and when she spoke, the words just
sort of floated off her lips, almost as if she was
speaking with me telepathically, most hypnotic and
enticing. I must have been daydreaming because I
heard her ask what my name was, and I just sort of
stuttered....."it's um Robert, but, but, every one just
calls me Bob".
Her: Well nice
to meet you "Bob", hope I didn't interrupt your little
daydream there, you seemed a little bit distant for a
minute or two, oh, yea, by the way, I'm Tara, Tara
Wilde(as she extended her hand out towards me).
Bob: (I slowly
took her hand, shaking it and noticing how soft it felt)
Nice to meet you Tara Wilde, so, how did you want your
(Laughing) Tara will be good enough, for now, I
just thought you should know my last name also, just in
case we run in to each other somewhere else in the
complex, out there, as far as you're concerned, I'm
Office Wilde, oh, and my coffee, two spoons of sugar
will do, I like it hot and sweet(as she winked at me).
handed her the cup, she sat down on the sofa, and when I
turned to get my cup and walked back in, I started to
sit on my recliner chair and she quickly said, "No No
No, you sit over here, next to me, I want both of us
comfortable when we have our little conversation", as
she patted the sofa next to where she was sitting.
When I sat down, I must have been blushing a little bit
because she just smiled and said, "Now Bobby, there's no
need to blush, it's not like I haven't already patted
your little tush and seen you in a poopy diaper, if you
was going to blush, that would have been the time to do
Bob: A yea,
listen, about all of that, it was just something I like
to keep in private, if you know what I mean?
Tara: Sure, I
know exactly what you mean, but Bobby, you wasn't in
private, you were outside, on a public street, and even
though it is a private complex, the fact still remains,
you were walking around outside, in just a bathrobe, and
a very messy diaper, not exactly what I would describe
as normal and adult behavior, now is it?
Bob: The fact
that you even saw me was just an accident, and please
believe me, I've never gone outside dressed like that
before, it was just a chain of unfortunate events.
Tara: Yes, I'm
sure it was, and yes, there's absolutely no doubt in my
mind it was an accident, I saw that little accident in
the seat of your pants(as she wrinkles her nose and
laughs). The only problem is, now that I know your
little secret, what do we do about it?
Bob: What do
you mean, what do WE do about it, it's just something I
do in the privacy of my own home, it really has nothing
to do with you.
Bobby, Bobby, apparently you don't realize the gravity
of this little situation of yours, you see, I am not
planning on giving you any say or choice in this, you
will do as I say, or, well, let's just say, sometimes
phones are stolen and private photos become public
domain, if you know what I mean?
Bob: WHAT THE
HELL, are you trying to blackmail me with those bogus
pictures you took, all I have to do is claim they're
photo-shopped and then it will be you that suffers the
consequences of your actions.
Tara: Slow down
there tiger, there's a much easier way for you and I to
get through this, but first, I need to ask you some
questions, then if you agree, or disagree, after you've
answered my questions and heard my proposal, I'll
happily delete the pictures off my phone and we can both
go our own ways, but still friends, I hope?
Bob: Hmm, ok,
that sounds fair, I think, but I have to have a
guarantee that you'll keep your promise.
Tara: (Ha Ha)
Ok, no problem there, here(as she hands me her phone),
you hang on to it until we're done talking, and then if
you chose to go your own way, I'll give you my password
and you can delete the pictures yourself, then I'll just
set up a different password later, fair enough?
Bob: Yea, that
sounds fair, so what exactly did you want to ask me?
first off, do you have to work tomorrow?
Bob : No, as a
matter of fact, I don't, I'm off on weekends so no work
me too, that means I don't have to rush this, I can
chose my questions carefully and take my time.
Bob: Ok, if you
say so(laughs), before we start, did you want a refill
on your coffee?
Tara: Oh yes,
please, that would be great, and don't forget, it's
Bob: I know, I
know, two spoons of sugar, you like it hot and sweet.
such a good little memory(I just looked at her, that
almost sounded like baby-talk), so Bobby, oh, you don't
mind if I call you Bobby, do you?
(Laughingly) No, that's fine, if you must, I've
been called way worse then that, so, come on, what's
your first question, let's get this puppy over and done
Tara: My, my,
my, in such a hurry, but ok, enough teasing, for now.
I guess the first thing I would like to know is, was
that your only diaper or do you have a secret layette
hid somewhere in this house?
first question shocked the hell out of me, and I knew,
even though I had her phone, I didn't have the password
yet so I had to keep up my end of this agreement and
answer what ever questions she was going to ask, and I
thought, might have to make another pot of coffee, this
could be a long night......
" Caught by a Female
Security Guard "
handing her the cup of coffee, I myself drinking my
third cup now, answered her, that yes, I did have extra
diapers, but what did she mean by layette?
such a silly boy, a layette is any clothing, that
includes diapers, that a baby needs, such as onesies,
plastic panties, diaper sets, rompers, sunsuits, those
cute little Oskosh B' Gosh overalls, jammies, and pretty
much anything else a baby needs or wears.
Bob: Um, I see,
well, I kind a got maybe one or two of those things, but
they're really not made for that, I just thought they
were kind of cute.
what exactly do you mean by they're not made for
that? What exactly is THAT?
Bob: You know,
they're not really for baby's, it's adult clothing.
(laughing) No Bob, I don't know, are you saying that you
found mens clothing that looks infantile and would pass
as baby attire?
Bob: No, not
exactly, I mean, they do look infantile, well, at least
childish, but they're not exactly mens clothing, if you
know what I mean?
Tara: (With a
smirk on her face) Really, so Bob, are you trying
to tell me that you wear womens clothing, as well as
Bob: NO NO,
it's not like they're really womens clothes, I mean,
they're sold in the womens department but it's not like
it's bras or dresses or anything like that.
(laughing) Ok, Ok Bob, don't get all panicky and
wet yourself, maybe instead of you trying to explain
them to me, you could just show me, and while we're on
the subject of you wetting yourself, maybe you better
grab a couple of your didy's too, you know, just in
definitely confused and wondering where she was going
with all of this, and why would she think I'd actually
wet my pants, in front of her, I can pretty much
guarantee that is something that would never happen, at
least, not intentionally. I know she saw me
earlier tonight in a messy diaper, but that was due to a
chain of incidents beyond my control, and as long as I
had just a miniscule of control remaining, she'd never
see anything like that again. I must have been
daydreaming because the next thing I know, Tara's
standing over me, extending her hand, as if beckoning me
to stand up and go with her.
Bob, show me where your baby items and diapers are, we
don't have all night.
I reluctantly stood up, Tara took my hand and led me
back in to my bedroom, where, unfortunately, my dresser
drawers with my diapers sat wide open and in view of
whoever came in to my room. She then asked me
to take a seat on the edge of the bed as she turned and
walked over to my bureau. I was shocked when she
started opening drawers, revealing some undershirts, my
tightie whiteys, socks, and finally, a drawer holding
all of my plastic pants and various styles of diaper
pins. The top of my bureau held my baby powder,
baby lotion and an obviously half used tube of Desitin
Diaper Rash Cream.
slight smile came to Tara's face when she saw the
Desitin, then she grabbed one of the cloth diapers,
felt it, then set it back in to the drawer with part of
it still dangling out.
Tara: So, these
are basic supplies a baby needs, where are your baby
clothes that go over your didy's and plastic panties?
didn't say anything but unconsciously looked towards the
closet and that was enough for Tara to follow the clue
as she walked over and slid open my closet door.
Although all I could see was her back, I heard her
rummaging around through the closet and suddenly, I
thought I heard a gasp coming from her. When she
turned around, she was holding numerous hangars with my
baby outfits on, she had a couple onesies, a matching
diaper set, shorts and tee, and a number of pairs of
womens decorative shorts, all very childish and
looks like someone has more then just a potty training
problem, does the big baby like wearing Mommy's clothes
too? I couldn't help noticing that none of these
shorts have zippers in the front so they could only be
womens shorts, and, since none of them have snaps in the
crotch, that also eliminates baby shorts. Now Bob,
I can thoroughly understand why you would want to wear
them, they do look infantile enough, but if you expect
to wear them around me, I'm afraid I'll have to insist
on them having snaps in the crotch, for two reasons,
one, it'll be so much easier changing your diapers, and
two, I won't have to explain to any of my girl-friends
why you're toddling around wearing womens shorts and
Tara gives me a wink.............
" Caught by a Female
Security Guard "
looked at Tara, with most definitely a confused look on
my face, and Tara obviously noticed it because she
smiled and said, "I see you're a bit puzzled, well don't
you worry your little head about it, baby's are always
puzzled, especially those cute little toddlers, you
know, between 18 and 30 months old, that age when
they're learning so much about everything, including
potty training, which apparently, you are going to need
a little help with, but it'll be ok, Mommy Tara's here
to help you with your little journey to try and make
sure you get potty trained right this time."
Bob: I'm not
exactly sure what you're talking about but I think
there's been a monstrous mistake assumed here, I am very
much potty trained, as you so politely phrased it and I
don't need anyone's help with any journey, this is just
something I occasionally do to relax.
really, so let me see if I thoroughly understand this,
to help you relax, you like to put a diaper and plastic
pants on, like a baby, go outside, where who knows who
is watching, make up excuses to meet girls, in this
case, moire, then actually stand in front of them and
shit your diaper, like a baby, and you're telling me you
don't have a problem and this is how you relax?
Bob: Oh my God,
it's not like that at all, I told you what happened was
an accident and an unfortunate series of events. I
really did accidentally lock myself out of my house, and
I did not do it to meet anyone, let alone you, and I
tried my hardest to hold it while I was talking with you
but I just couldn't, and lastly, I was not standing
there outside, next to you, relaxed, I was mortified and
scared and if I could have ran away, I would have in a
Tara: Ok, let's
say, for just a minute, I believe you, explain a couple
things for me then. To begin with, when I first
discovered you were wearing a diaper and those cute
little plastic baby pants, you made no attempt to deter
me from investigating further, or even pulling your robe
tighter? Next, you actually let me come in to your
house, and not only did you stand there, and let me do a
diaper check on you, like I would any other toddler that
smelled as bad as you did, but you let me take pictures
of you in your poopy diapers and pat your bottom, just
like a baby, then, I come back after work, and even
though you're not in your stinky diaper anymore, you
still let me in your house, show me all of your diapers,
diapering supplies and (ahem), questionable so called
to say something in my defense but she hushed me up
you sit there and tell me that you're potty trained,
Bobby, I don't know of an adult anywhere that can't hold
it for 10 to 15 minutes, even if they had to poop
really, really bad? If you really had to pee, that
would be something else, I could see that, but to
actually poop yourself, especially standing in front of
someone else, really Bob, that doesn't sound like
someone that's potty trained to me, that sounds more
like an 18 month old filling his diaper, no matter who's
around, and Bobby, one other little thing about you
pooping your pants(as Tara holds up the package of
remaining Dulcolax Suppositories I left sitting on top
of the dresser)looks to me like that is exactly what you
intended to do and you didn't care who was around or
whether you were comfortably inside your house or
toddling around outside, JUST LIKE A BABY?
Bob: I know
what you think it looks like, but please believe me,
it's not like that at all, it's just that sometimes
interrupts me by putting her fingers to her lips and
Tara: Hush, let
me do the talking, I know what you're looking for and I
know what you need. I noticed you a month ago,
while you were moving in, and I thought how cute you
were and tried to figure out a way to get to meet you
without jeopardizing my job. When we got the call
of a possible prowler and I saw it was you, I swear to
you, my heart skipped a beat, and then when I saw your
plastic pants and what looked like a bulky diaper
peeking out of your robe, I questioned myself about
wanting to meet you, but Bobby, when the odor of a dirty
diaper twitched my nose, and then when I got to actually
do a diaper check on you, as if you were just a
toddler, and saw a very messy diaper, I knew, this was
my doorway in to your life, as strange as it may have
again I started to respond but she just shushed me
Tara: When I
got back to my post, I pulled out my laptop and searched
"Adults in Diapers", I was like, WOW, I had no idea, I
mean, there is a whole sub-culture group dedicated to
acting and wanting to be treated like a baby, and I
knew, based on the style of plastic pants you were
wearing and the baby style diaper pins you had holding
your diaper up, which I saw when I did a diaper check on
you, that you might very well be one of these people,
which I learned are referred to as infantilists.
when I made up my mind to get involved with you and your
lifestyle. Like I told you, I thought you was cute
already, but the thought of you toddling around the
house in your diapey, Bobby, that thought and image was
just way too cute, and I knew, I wanted to be a part of
at Tara, stunned by what I was hearing, this was almost
like a dream come true, but I didn't know if I was ready
to share this intimate part of my lifestyle just yet, I
was already embarrassed about the way she saw me
earlier, and that was being covered up by a robe, I
wasn't sure if I could just sit next to this incredibly
good looking lady and just wet, and, or ever worse, mess
my diaper with her looking on and knowing what I was
doing, I knew that some guys got off on the humiliation
factor of our fetish, but that was something I had never
experienced nor wanted to, it just didn't excite me.
Bobby, I can see the wheels turning in your little head
and you're sitting there questioning my intentions.
To be truthful, I've always wanted a baby, my three best
friends all have little ones and sometimes when we're
all together and they get to talking about basic child
care and diapers and such, I am like, so totally lost,
but now, you've opened up a door to me, less all the
pain of giving birth, just the benefits of having a
cute(ahem)little baby, I can dress up and show off to my
girlfriends, and Bobby, don't get me wrong, I don't look
forward to changing your messy, stinky diapers, but it's
something I'm pretty sure I can deal with, and if I need
help, I'm sure my girlfriends can show me the in's and
out's of proper diapering and changing techniques.
all said, here you go(as Tara hands me a piece of paper,
I open it up and read the contents, "1HotMama4U", I look
at the paper and then back to Tara), that's the password
to my phone Bobby, as promised, if you wish to use it
and go in and delete the photo's I took of you earlier
tonight and forget any of this ever happened, including
what I've told you, then we can both go about our own
ways and other saying hi in passing, we'll leave it as
just two ships that passed in the night.
at Tara's cell phone, still clutched tightly in my hand,
thought about what she had said, then without typing in
her password, I handed her phone back to her and
Bob: Ok, let's
say, I'm interested in what you had to say, two things,
first, what exactly did you have in mind and last, but
certainly not least, I really don't want anyone else
seeing me dressed in diapers and being treated like a
Bobby, first off, why don't I just show you what I have
in mind(as she gets up and walks over to my dresser
drawers and pulls out the diaper she left dangling
there, a couple diaper pins, the baby powder, Desitin
and a pair of plastic pants, then she turns and looks at
me, winks and says), as for anyone else other then me
seeing you in diapers and treating you like a baby,
To Be Continued.....
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