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One Great Night

by EricDL

Wow! I can honestly say I have never had a date like I had last night. And, hoping things go well, I hope it isn't the last. I'm just now getting home to write this down in my journal, just so I can have a permanent record of what happened.

Okay, where to start....

Well, I think the best place to start is at the beginning. Not the beginning of my date because everyone, I hope, has had at least one date where everything went so well that you hoped it would never end. That, somehow, the sun would not rise in the west, and that the two of you could just talk until you fell asleep, cuddled in each other's arms. If you haven't had a date like this, then be prepared, because after such a night you might find yourself falling in love. I know I feel that way now.

Anyway, so the date (dinner, movie, walk in park under the light of the, huh?) ended with me dropping Matt off at his place. From the outside it looked like a normal apartment/townhome, but I found out later that my first impression was a little off. There was nothing out of the ordinary, just a tiny front yard that was well managed, nothing too exotic, yet every flower just seemed to just fit, as if they naturally grew into to such a well-groomed state.

When we finally made it to his front door he stood there twirling his keys, expecting a kiss. Of course, I couldn't disappoint him, especially since I'd been wanting to kiss him all night. I leaned in and softly pressed my lips against his. It was exquisite. Our lips parted and our tongues touched, gently flicking. He grabbed me around the hips and pulled me closer. So much was going through my mind at this moment that I almost lost my mind. What Matt didn't know was that I was wearing a diaper underneath my pants, and if I got too close he would know and our relationship would probably end right then and there. But I didn't want the kiss to end. I wanted to feel the warmth of his body against mine, to feel his stomach press against me, to feel the strength of arms as they wrapped around me. On the other hand, I'd wet quite a few times throughout the night and if he pressed to hard I might leak. I didn't know what to do, how to get out of this without making it seem like I didn't like him.

However, I didn't get the chance to come up with any kind of answer, for Matt had pulled me close before I ever had time to react. For a brief moment I panicked, but his smooth, warm body, and his soft, most lips, drove all worry from my mind. Unfortunately, his body and my lust was not enough to hold back the fact that my diaper was way too full. It took about a minute or two before I realized that there was an extra bit of warmth traveling down my legs, a warmth that had nothing to do with Matt or his amazing body. I realized what was happening; Matt pulled away and looked down at his jeans and then at mine. On both of our jeans there was a considerable amount of urine creating a dark stain that could be seen even in the light of the evening. It was obvious that the urine had come from my end because the stain on my pants was much darker than his.

I was so embarrassed that I covered my face with my hands and tried not to cry, tried to wish away the moment. To my surprise I felt Matt's hands gently grab mine and pull them away from my face, revealing what I can only imagine was a horribly red and tear streaked face. After all, I'm not too pretty when I'm crying.

"I think we'd better go inside," Matt said as he walked me into his apartment, leading me by the hand like the child I felt I was. I was still too embarrassed to speak, so I followed without any objection. If I hadn't been embarrassed beyond belief I would've noticed the mischievous grin that Matt wore as he lead me across the threshold.

I don't remember much from the apartment itself (since the shock of my wet pants had yet to leave me) except that it gave me the same feeling that the front yard did. There was nothing unusual other than the feeling that everything just seemed to fit. Everything was clean and neatly ordered.

Matt, then led me upstairs, and I remember thinking that he must have a large apartment to have two floors, since I'd noticed that there was bedroom downstairs that he apparently used as a guest bedroom. Also, the stairs were hidden by a locked door that I'd thought was a closet. My stomach twisted and flipped the further I moved up those stairs because Matt still hadn't said anything after he brought inside his home. Once we reached the stairs, walked to a door I assumed was his bedroom, I received the second shock of the evening, a shock so mind-nimbing that I completely forgot about my wet, embarrassed state.

On the other side of the bedroom door was a bedroom alright but this bedroom was special because it looked like a nursery, a huge nursery where everything was big enough to make even the biggest adult seem small and insignificant. The room had everything including a crib, changing table, a dresser, a monstrous playpen, and tons and tons of toys for boys of all ages. And I noticed one other thing too, a normal king-sized bed on the opposite side of the bedroom.

"Only babies wet their pants. Are you a baby?" Matt asked, and although he asked me quietly I got the distinct impression that this was a question where there was only one answer.

"Yes" I said feebly, looking down at the floor beneath my feet.

"Good. I've been wanting a baby for a while. And I think you'll do nicely. As long as you do whatever I tell you. Do you understand? Shake your head 'yes' or 'no.'"

I did as I was told, indicating my understanding.

"Now," he continued, "You like wetting your diaper don't you?"

"How did you know?"

Matt smiled, "I heard your diaper rustling the whole night."

"Really?" I'd thought I'd hid my diaper rather well. Apparently not.

"Yeah, I was turned on all night. I couldn't focus on anything. I just wanted to rip those jeans off you so I could see for myself what I big baby you are." He smiled.

My dick stirred beneath my pee-soaked diaper, growing harder and harder the more he talked. My breathing quickened.

"And now I know. Take off your pants."

I did as I was told, shedding my pee-pants in a matter of seconds. And there I stood in my full diaper glory. I hadn't realized how heavy it was until the support my pants provided was taken away. Looking down, I noticed that the blue indicator line was completely gone, and in its place was an incredible yellow stain that stretched from my crotch all the way up the back of my diaper. My dick stiffened even more; I could feel it pressing up against my diaper, pushing it our enough to tent my diaper, an amazing feat heavy as my diaper was.

"That's beautiful." Matt breathed.

"Take off your shirt."

I complied.

Matt rushed towards me and forcibly pressed his lips against mine. His tongue searched my mouth, looking to discovery its every groove. His hands rubbed my back fiercely, his nails digging deep into my flesh. I didn't care. This couldn't be happening, I thought. Have I really found someone who understands? It would seem so. I returned his exuberance with some of my own, matching every grope, every biting of the lip, with one in return. And neither of us couldn't have been more excited. Indeed, I had to fight my oncoming orgasm. I didn't want it to happen so soon. I wanted it last as long as possible.

It wasn't long, though, before Matt couldn't hold it either.

"Are you a top or a bottom?"

"What do you think?" I responded. Matt smiled an even bigger smile than before and whipped me around and bent my over the bed, my diaper butt facing him. I wanted him so bad just the thought almost made me cum.

I heard him pull open a draw and pull something out.

"Since you like being a baby so much, you won't mind being in diapers all the time will you?"

"Oh God no!" I groaned.

"You want to be a baby?"

"Yes!" I cried louder.

"You want to be my baby?!"

"YES!" I screamed.

Before I knew what was happening Matt pull aside the back of my diaper, lubbed up my asshole, put on a condom and pushed his dick into me. Holy crap! It felt great! His hard cock thrusted into me, slowly at first, but soon gathered enough speed that his hips were slapping hard against my diapered ass. My own dick rubbed faster and faster against my very wet diaper, sliding smoothly along its soft inside. I tried as hard as I could to hold back my coming orgasm but the harder Matt pounded my ass, the harder it was for me to hold back the flood. Deeper and deeper he went, forcing his way into me. My dick throbbed to release its load, but I wanted it to last. I wanted to feel him cum. I wanted him to bust load inside my ass.

"That's it! Harder! HARDER! GIVE IT TO ME DADDY!" I yelled as the cum reached the tip of my dick.

"Ohhh... uh.... My...... God!" he screamed. That was it. I could feel his dick throbbing in my ass, filling the condom with his load. It was enough to finally send me over the edge. My asshole pulsated, and my dick exploded inside my diaper, adding more liquid to an already soaked diaper.

We fell on top of the bed, exhausted. That was by far the best sex I'd ever had. Probably because it was also the first time I'd ever had sex with a diaper on. It was nothing short of amazing.

"Now, let's get you changed and into bed. It's way past your bedtime young man." Matt said as he pulled himself off me, throwing the condom in a large diaper pail.

"Yes, sir." I said as I stood up, a little wobbily I might add.

He walked me over to the changing table and, to my complete surprise, effortlessly lifted me on to it. I laid back, giving him full access to my soaked diaper, which was starting to cool. The tapes were pulled off, the diaper removed from underneath me, rolled up into a little ball, and thrown into the diaper pail faster than I'd ever seen any mom remove a diaper. Matt opened on of the changing table's drawers and pulled out very thick disposable diaper with cute little trucks on the front of it. It didn't have the blue indicator line mine usually have. It looked just like a real baby diaper, and I couldn't help but giggle in excitement.

"Babies don't need blue indicator lines. Their daddies check there diapers to see if they're wet or not. Isn't that right?"

I nodded yes, still too excited to speak.

Matt slid the diaper under my butt, lifting my legs with one hand. Then he pulled out some baby powder, and we all know how much I love the smell of baby powder, and sprinkled a generous heaping onto my crotch and bottom. He set down my legs, pulled the diaper up between them, and securely fastened the tapes. I was finally in a thick, dry, baby diaper.

"Now it's time to get you dressed for bed." He said as he lifted me off the changing table and walked to a door I hadn't noticed before.

"You stay right there. Daddy'll be back in a second okay?"

"Okay Daddy."

The room Matt walked into looked like a small kitchen, complete with a sink and a small refrigerator, but that's all I saw because he walked back into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. In his hand was a bottle filled with milk.

"Before I give you this, we need to get you into a onesie." He walked over to the dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a pale blue onesie with a picture of Spiderman on the front. I smiled and giggled again, because I love Spiderman. I raised my hands in anticipation, to which Matt smiled as he pulled the onesie over my head and snapped the buttons into place. It fit perfectly.

Grabbing my hand, Matt led me over to the crib and pulled down the side rail, "Come on baby. Time for bed." I crawled inside the massive crib and laid down on the thick, soft mattress.

"Here you go. This will help you sleep." He put the bottle up to my lips and I gladly started to suck on the nipple, smiling as the warm milk slid down my throat.

"That's a good boy." He then pulled the covers over up to my chest and snapped a pacifier to the collar of my onesie, "This is for later. As is this." I smiled big this time, the bottle still in my mouth, as he produced a fluffy teddy bear and laid it down next to me.

"Does my little boy need anything else?" He asked as his hand brushed aside the hair that had fallen across my eyes.

I shook my head no, already drifting off to sleep.

"Good. Goodnight my sweet baby." My eyes closed. The last thin I remember hearing was the sound to the rail being raised and locked into place. I then fell into the best sleep I've ever had.

And now I'm back home writing this in my journal in case anyone should need to find out what happened to me. I've only come home long enough to grab my favorite teddy bear and to write down the events of my evening. As of this moment I am wearing a pair of jean overalls, with snaps down the inseam for easy diaper changes, a short Batman t-shirt, and, of course, a thick, soft diaper (which I've already wet twice since writing this). Now I am putting down my pen for, what I hope is, the last time. I am going to live with Matt and be his baby. Apparently he has more money than he knows what to do with. Something to do with the death of a wealthy aunt who was quite enamored with him.

Anyway, I left the address to his place on the fridge in case anyone is looking for me and finds this journal entry. Know that I am beyond happy and couldn't ask for anything more.

Oops, gotta go. Daddy is waiting.

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