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" Caught by a Female 
						Security Guard " 
 
                                
						CHAPTER 2
 
						                         By BooBooBritches
 
            I 
						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 
						through.
 
            There 
						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.
 
                I 
						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.
 
                I 
						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 
						job already.
 
            I was 
						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"?
 
            I looked 
						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? "
 
Security Lady:  
						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.
 
Me:  Whoa, 
						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 
						further. 
 
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.
 
            As I 
						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 
						coffee?
 
Tara:  
						(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).
 
            As I 
						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 
						it".
 
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.
 
Tara:  Bobby, 
						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?
 
Tara:  Well 
						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 
						until Monday.
 
Tara:  AWESOME, 
						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 
						two......
 
Bob:  I know, I 
						know, two spoons of sugar, you like it hot and sweet.
 
Tara:  Awww, 
						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?
 
Bob:  
						(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 
						with.
 
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?
 
            That 
						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 " 
 
                                
						CHAPTER 3
 
						                         By BooBooBritches
 
                After 
						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?
 
Tara:  You're 
						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.
 
Tara:  Really, 
						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.
 
Tara:  
						(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 
						diapers?
 
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.
 
Tara:  
						(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 
						case?
 
            I was 
						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. 
 
Tara:  C'mon 
						Bob, show me where your baby items and diapers are, we 
						don't have all night.
 
                    As 
						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.  
 
                A 
						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?
 
                I 
						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 
						infantile looking.
 
Tara:  Hmmm, 
						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 
						clothes.
 
                    As 
						Tara gives me a wink.............
 
To Be 
						Continued..........
 
" Caught by a Female 
						Security Guard " 
 
                                
						CHAPTER 4
 
						                         By BooBooBritches
 
            I 
						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.
 
Tara:  Oh, 
						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 
						heartbeat.
 
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 
						baby clothes....
 
            I started 
						to say something in my defense but she hushed me up 
						immediately..........
 
Tara:  Finally, 
						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 
						I.......
 
            Tara 
						interrupts me by putting her fingers to her lips and 
						says "SHHHHH,
 
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 
						seemed.
 
            Once 
						again I started to respond but she just shushed me 
						again......
 
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.
            That's 
						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 
						it.
 
            I looked 
						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.
 
Tara:  Now 
						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.
           With that 
						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.
 
            I looked 
						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 
						said..........
 
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 
						baby?
 
Tara:  (smiling)  
						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, 
						WE'LL SEE? 
 
To Be Continued..... 
						
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