A Very Special Weekend

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Part 1My boyfriend and I had been dating for nearly a year and I knew of Greg’s interests of girls in diapers. Although he never just came out and said anything, many times he had hinted. There were numerous “you poor baby” comments as well as a few hints of “I bet you would look cute”; referring to what I would look like in child-like clothing when we visited stores or when we saw an adorable baby girl out in public.We had planned an extended weekend away on a lake and I thought that might be an ideal situation to surprise him with something that he would never expect. I had a little over a week to prepare and do some shopping for this special weekend. I was astounded at how easy the items on my list were to locate as well as somewhat embarrassed at the checkout counter paying for my purchases.With two days before we had planned to leave, I had almost most everything I was looking for. I was both apprehensive of my plan as well as way excited that he and I would be sharing his deepest dreams. It was such a different look for me; however, I knew that he would be so thrilled to see a girl like he had dreamed of for so long.Each night I would continue to pack my “special things” and carry on to plan ways to surprise him. I wanted these 4 days to be something he would never ever forget. I tried on everything to be sure of the fit and learned that the thickness of the diapers was far greater than I imagined and my tight shorts really wouldn’t fit me as planned. I resolved this problem when I located bib overalls that were shorts. They were far roomier in the bum area and would work just perfect. I also had a supply of short flip skirts and A dresses as they were very comfortable and easily would conceal the thickness of the diapers I had purchased.Everything was ready. I manicured my nails and applied two coats of pastel pink polish to my fingernails and toe nails as well as a final gloss coat. I went to sleep early so I would be able for a very early departure, as we had planned. The alarm went off at 4:30 AM and I awoke with butterflies in my tummy. I’m still not sure if they were caused by the excitement of what I had expected from the weekend or that I was scared of adapting to his desires. At any rate, it was time to put my plans into action. I showered, shaved my legs and reluctantly shaved my lower area as well. I towel dried myself and powdered my entire body with baby powder. I laid a diaper on the bed, lowered my bum on it and applied baby oil and baby powder before I Velcroed and pinned the diapers securely in place. The cloth diapers I had located were contour (similar to disposable diapers in shape and fit). It was such a different feeling; the bulkiness and softness of the diapers were nothing like the feel of the French cut panties I was so accustomed to. The feeling of the diapers and the babyish aroma of the powder were somewhat delightful. Next I slid the pink plastic panties over the diapers and checked to be sure that I had everything just right. I slipped on a peach colored baby-tee followed by delicate white lace nylon slip and a pastel blue floral mini flip skirt. The skirt was very short and well above my knee but adequately covered my plastic panties. I was conscious that I would have to be cautious and ladylike while bending over. Next I put on peach ruffled ankle socks and low cut hiking boots as we planned to do some walking excursions. I pulled back my hair into a high ponytail and slipped the ponytail through the brimmed cap. I then applied light makeup and I was ready to start my final packing.As I walked by the mirror I saw a cute girl that looked much younger than my actual age. I turned to view myself being sure that the fullness of my diapers was not evident. Everything looked just precious. I swear that if I didn’t just put diapers on myself, I would have no clue I had on anything other than panties under my skirt. I moved my bags to the garage knowing that Greg would be there very soon. My butterflies had intensified and I was way excited in anticipation of Greg’s arrival. I didn’t have to wait long; Greg was there early as he is a very punctual guy. He pulled his car up to the garage and I immediately walked over and gave him a big hug and a moist and sensual good morning kiss.Greg commented that I looked amazing cute this morning and asked if I was all ready to go. I answered him “so more than you know” with a devilish grin. He had a puzzled expression as he helped my carry and packs my belongings in his car. Greg commented that I sure had a lot of luggage for a 4-day weekend. I replied that I had a special need for extra room on the trip. He looked at me in bewilderment.Well everything was packed and we were almost ready to go. I buttoned up the house, set the alarm and again gave Greg a hug and another passionate kiss. Greg returned the gesture and I could tell he was enjoying the moment. I then said to him; “Greg … I have a surprise for you.”Part 2 - The ArrivalGreg, the gentleman that he is, opened my car door for me. I went through my usual dainty motions of carefully sliding into my seat and then carrying my legs into position not to expose myself. I motioned for another kiss as Greg leaned into the car to meet my lips. I grasped Greg’s hand and slowly guided it up my thigh and under my skirt. I softly whispered, “This is for you” as I placed his hand on my plastic panties. Greg’s kiss froze as he realized what he was touching. He looked right into my innocent eyes. My heart was pounding. For the first time in my life I had taken the initiative to show Greg that I was willing to be an active participant in his fantasies. To make them come true. To show him that I really cared for him.The expression on his face was priceless. After a silence that seemed to last forever he said “OH MAN!” - “you did that for me?”“Uh-huh”, I replied. “Let’s get going so we can start our special weekend.”Greg hurriedly got in the car with an ear-to-ear grin and we started on our way. Greg was obviously at a loss for words. It was apparent that he was surprised with my attire and appearance, yet I knew he was also very enthused by it all as well. I asked him if something was wrong trying to get him to open up a little. He replied that he never would have expected me to be willing to wear a diaper.I told Greg that I had prepared just about everything that I could think of to be his ‘little girl’ for the weekend and that’s why I had to carry so much luggage with me on this trip. I told him I wanted this weekend to be perhaps just the beginning of something that until now he had only dreamed of. I told him this was all very new to me and that I was just guessing, for the most part, by our conversations. Possibly my unawareness to his desires made my efforts even more appropriate and appealing. I asked Greg if he would teach me to be his baby girl. “I most certainly will” was his no hesitation reply.“So …. How far are we going to take this?” he asked. I responded with “as far as you want, Greg”. “I have all the supplies for the trip so we can enjoy the outdoors and everything I could think of that a 2 year old might need to go camping with.” I then shyly asked him what he would expect of a toddler girl. He said, “Let me explain that I was hoping for a situation some day that I would be able to take full charge of a girl. To treat her just like she was 2 or 3 years old and have her totally dependant on me in every sense of the word. Meaning, everything that a parental figure or a baby sitter might do.” Unsure of what he meant in detail, I agreed to participate as best that I could.He asked me if I was really sure I wanted to go through with this? “You are not just teasing me….. are you?”I replied, “NO, not at all Greg. I will do whatever you ask me to do. This weekend, I am yours to fulfill your dreams.” I again guided his hand to my thigh so he could experience my plastic panties. “You don’t think I would be wearing these and dresses like this if I wasn’t serious, do you?”“I don’t think so, no” he replied.The rest of the ride was pretty much us enjoying the scenery and singing alone with the music on the car CD player. Greg was in one of the most cheerful moods I had seen him in a long time. Every time he looked at me I could see excitement in his eyes. Somewhat like puppy’s eyes. We arrived at the lake and Greg drove to the office to get the keys for our cabin. I decided to stretch my legs knowing Greg would be back in a few minutes.Greg returned to the car with a grin on his face saying, “Come on … let’s get our things put away and settled in.” I got back in the car and we drove down a gravel road that was umbrella’d with trees. The scent of the lake was very pleasing to the senses. The surrounding area and the thick brush along the road showed how secluded this location was. The warm breeze rustled the leaves on the trees that created a sound not heard in the area we lived and the usual sounds of city life were noticeably missing. The sights and sounds were awesome and we’d only just arrived. My butterflies returned knowing that we were only moments away from the start of our special weekend. Greg followed the gravel road to a fork and pulled into an opening where our cabin was located.Greg told me that he had upgraded our cabin to a larger roomier one. The cabin was aged yet very well maintained. The main building was white with hunter green trim and shutters. Below the roof overhang there was a beautiful flower garden in the front that was well manicured with vines entangled in the post railings. It was obvious that the owners took great pride in their properties. The cabin was very welcoming.Greg got out of the car and came around to my side to open my door. “Welcome to our playground” Greg said with a sly grin. “Let’s get our things little lady and get situated.” We both grabbed a few pieces of luggage and headed for the cabin door. As Greg inserted the key and opened the door I got a glimpse of a charmingly decorated cabin. The room was full of antiques. The bed was king sized with a detailed appliquéd canopy. There was a gigantic fireplace near the kitchen area and darling wood furniture throughout the room. I walked over, closed my eyes and just let myself fall backwards on the bed. Greg was right behind me doing the same. As my back hit the mattress I opened my eyes and saw there was a crib behind the door. I instantly sat up.“How come that’s there? Did you ask for it?” I said. Greg replied;” well ….I told the lady at the front desk that we might be having some friends visit us that had a young child. She said she had this cabin that already had a crib and would give me the cabin for the same price. How could I say no?” My face must have paled. I guess I just never really expected …. Well I had no clue really what might transpire. I tried to respond “but…” Greg held his finger over my lips and said that we don’t have to use it. “At least not right away” as he grinned and helped me up off the bed to gather the remaining luggage from the car.After all the luggage was in the cabin I opened one of my suitcases on the bed to start placing my things in a dresser. I asked Greg which dresser he preferred and he replied that he had no preference. Greg was in plain view to watch me remove everything from my luggage. I wasn’t really sure how to handle this situation. Was I to try and hide my things from him or just unpack as if everything was usual? Oh ….. what the heck I thought to myself. Why don’t I just tease myself right into trouble? I was here and dressed like I was for a reason. I pulled out a few garments and placed them in the drawer. I then grabbed the ruffled panties I had purchased and held them up for Greg to see. “Whatcha think?” I asked in a somewhat sassy voice. “Very, very pretty” he replied. I continued to transfer my clothes into the dresser with Greg watching my every move like a hawk. My top drawer was filling up with plastic panties, my socks and a few bras I had brought. Greg said, “ I don’t think you’ll be needing those, do you?” Being embarrassingly small chested, I replied, “I guess not” and put my bras back into my suitcase and closed it. Greg had my second suitcase already on the bed waiting in anticipation ‘for the show’.I opened the second suitcase, which contained my tees, a few skirts and two baby doll nities. I’m sure Greg was taking a mental inventory as I unpacked and I sure was uncomfortable with his glaring. “Greg, aren’t you going to unpack?” I asked. “Not until you are completely done,” he replied. The next suitcase was filled with my baby things. As Greg attempted to help me open the suitcase I said “NO!” Greg grabbed me and sat me on the bed. He took his hands and placed one on each of my cheeks, looked me straight in the eyes (which were a little teary with anxiety) and said, “Now listen little girl….. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You have made me happy more than you can imagine. I can guess this is uncomfortable for you…, but please…, just let things happen, everything will go just fine. I’ll unpack the rest for you.”I just sat there and watched Greg unpack the rest of my belongings as if everything was natural. When he had my entire things put away he reached in my bottom drawer, grabbed a lavender ‘baby daffy’ pacifier and placed it between my lips. At the same time his hands wandered up my thighs to my plastic panties as he gently lowered me to the bed. There I laid on my back with my feet dangling over the edge of the bed dressed like a little girl….. and now with a pacifier in my mouth and Greg running his hands over my diapered panties. I closed my eyes and turned my head as he caressed my earlobe with his tongue.For a moment I was mortified and uncomfortable with the situation, however, I started to feel something that I wasn’t expecting and I didn’t know how to react. Greg’s hands on my diapered bottom started to feel pleasant. The pacifier in my mouth offered oral encouragement as well. His gestures on my ear lobes were causing me to become attentive to the moment. I suddenly realized that I was enjoying this and that my attire and the guesses I had of what was going to happen where actually heightening my pleasure.Part 3 - WhoopsPerhaps I seemed willing to be a part of his desires. Reality was, I was very uneasy with the planning of the weekend and was uncertain of what I could be comfortable with and what might disturb me. Not knowing what I was getting myself into, I was clueless as to what might occur and what Greg might expect of me or how comfortable I would be to his request. On the other hand, I knew what this would mean to Greg. I had thought about what this might do to our relationship ….. if I chose to discontinue my commitment to be his “baby girl’. Now I found myself in a compromising situation. I was at his mercy (in emotions) and I had no idea why this moment was so pleasing to my sensual behavior.Greg gently removed my pacifier and I found him covering my mouth with a sloppy wet kiss. Plunging his tongue deeply into my mouth as he continued to shift the cloth diaper into an area that sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. He slowly messaged my panties as I responded with moans of delight. A knock at the door shattered the moment… “Welcoming service”. Greg quickly removed his hands from my panties and pulled my skirt down nearly covering my panties as he sat up on the bed leaving me still quivering with my sensations. Greg went over to the door and opened it a slightly to see who was there. He slid though the opening, closing it behind him to meet the property owner.I started to get myself put back together while Greg was outside with our unexpected visitor. My body was still feeling the pleasure of Greg’s passions. I’ll have to admit I was confused as to why Greg’s actions felt so pleasing. In only a few minutes I was sensually aroused far beyond my norm. This was all so confusing for me.Greg opened the door slowly and peeked in to be sure I was decent. “The owner wants to give us the nickel tour of the grounds. He brought us a complimentary bottle of wine as well as a bouquet of yellow daisies. Is that okay?” he asked. “That’s fine .. Let me just get a little freshened up first, I’ll be just a few minutes” I replied. I just kind of straighten out my Tee and skirt, brushed my hair, checked myself out in the mirror to be sure my panties were covered and headed for the door. The owner welcomed me to his Jeep and said that the tour would just take a few minutes. He wanted us to see the grounds so we knew what was available to us so we could fully enjoy our weekend. Greg helped me into the back seat and joined me there. Mr. Riley (the owner) headed back up the gravel drive towards the main cabin. The wind from the ride unexpectantly blew my skirt up, exposing my diapers and panties. I quickly grabbed the hem of the skirt and held it in place so this would not occur again. I’m sure Mr. Riley didn’t see my panties. Greg’s smile was devious. He was enjoying every minute of me adjusting to everything.Mr. Riley drove up a small incline to show us the lake. I was in awe. The lake was like something seen in a movie. Everything was very densely wooded and secluded. The water was calm and almost as blue as the sky. It was beautiful. Down the gravel road was small beach and a pier with a canoe, rowboat and an old sailboat, perhaps the very same one as in the painting hanging on the wall at the cabin. All of the boats were made of wood and obviously had been around for some time but as usual in very good repair. Mr. Ripley stopped the Jeep and told us to get out and have a “quick look around”. I told Mr. Ripley that his property was just gorgeous. He said we could just call him Jake as he started to explain how the property had been in the family for three generations.I started to feel the urge in my bladder. I couldn’t believe it. I was now in the middle of nowhere with an urgent need to find the ladies room and Jake was rambling on about his ancestors and the property. Greg’s arms were around my shoulders and I’m sure he was aware of my squirming. Greg looked at me and smiled as Jake continued his ‘long’ story. ‘Gee, that guy sure can talk’ I was thinking to myself. As I continued to fight off the pressure, Jake was telling us that this was off-season and we pretty much had the lake and surrounding area to ourselves as he was pointing out a bike trail in the distance. “ I have a few bikes up by the house if you two get the inkling to take a ride sometime”, he said.Greg tilted his head towards me and nibbled on my ear lobe as he softly said “you sure are doing a lot of dancing around here … do you have a problem?” The only thing I could think of was to slug him, which I did. He jumped back in reflex to get away from my harmless attack. Jake kind of looked back to see what we were doing and shook his head (I’m sure he was thinking how childish I was behaving) as he continued to give us his life story. Only in my situation it seemed like he was reading from his daily diary. I was thinking ‘come on; let’s get going here .. I have to go to the bathroom and now is not the time to hear about every relative you have and how many people have visited your property.’Greg held my hand as we walked closer to the area around the beach. I was really feeling the discomfort from my bladder at this point. Our ‘nickel tour’ was turning out to be more of a two-dollar tour. All I could think of was getting back to our cabin.. And quickly. Jake asked if we wanted to go see the old waterwheel that was used for farming in the eighteen hundreds. I quickly replied “No thank ….. “ as Greg talked over my plea for return and replied, “of course we would .. That would be so cool”. I pinched his bum as again he smiled at me with less than honorable intensions written all over his face. I’m sure he knew exactly what I was feeling and I had no clue why he would even want to put me through such agony.We again all got in the Jeep as Jake continued his complete family tree history. Jake was driving away from our cabin instead of closer. I leaned over to Greg and whispered in his ear “I have to go to the ladies room”; he said, “I know, I’ve noticed you squirming… remember you saying that you would do whatever I ask you to do? And that this weekend, you were mine to fulfill my dreams?” “Well yes, but I need to get back to the cabin Greg” I replied with uneasiness in my voice. “Well … I want you to just let it happen” Greg whispered. “NO .. Please” I replied as my eyes started to tear up. “I can’t hold it too much longer” Greg told me “then don’t.” I sat there so uncomfortable and very angry that Greg would ask me to ‘just let it happen”. What have I gotten myself into? I was thinking.It seemed like an eternity before we arrived at the waterwheel. As I was getting out of the Jeep my mind was concentrating on holding my aching bladder. Not really paying attention to what I was doing, I slipped on the Jeeps step by the door and started to fall forward towards the ground. Greg tried to catch me but he didn’t get a good enough hold. As I fell to the ground I lost control…. Not only lost control, I couldn’t stop from wetting myself. I lay on the ground stunned at what I had just done as Greg and Jake jumped out of the Jeep to see if I was Okay. “Are you okay?” Greg asked. “NO … I’m not okay” I whined back. There I was laying on the grass, sitting in now soaking wet diapers. My skirt had risen during the fall revealing my panties for the world to see. My self-dignity was shattered and I was fuming mad. I grabbed a handful of grass and threw it towards Greg in my frustrations with a childish “uhhhhh”. Of course the grass just fell to the ground far short of Greg.Jake said nothing about my undergarments. They both helped me up, back into the Jeep. “We’d better get you back to your cabin, Missy ”, Jake said. Greg attempted to comfort me, but I rejected his actions. I was so embarrassed at what had just happened. I would guess we had driven about 30 to 45 minutes from the cabin on Jake’s excursion. The trip back was going to be so unpleasant I remember thinking. Greg placed my head on his shoulder and this time I accepted his efforts because I was so upset. After awhile his hands slowly wandered towards my panties. As I grabbed his hand to stop him he said, “please, just let me touch your panties”. I just didn’t have the energy to fend Greg off I guess and I allowed him to feel my embarrassment.Greg again started to position the cloth diaper in the same area as he had done before…. Slowly messaging my panties. Again I felt that same wave of pleasure come over me … only way more intense this time. As before, I was sitting directly behind Jake so he couldn’t see me if he were to turn around. As Greg continued to stimulate me, thoughts of why this was so sensual were going through my mind. I had just had one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, I had wet myself like a child (which I hadn’t done since I was 4 or 5) and this all still was very gratifying to me. I’m not sure if it was a carry over emotion from our first attempt or that the cloth diaper being wet was just more erotic, but Greg was satisfying me. I had no idea why I felt like I did. With a jolt to my senses, my insides clenched up and down with the most powerful waves of pleasure. For several moments I was lost in this lightheaded ecstasy, trying to maintain my composure as the thrill of the moment tried to take control over me.I felt so naughty. We were in Jakes Jeep, driving back to our cabin and I was beginning to feel myself nearing a sensual climax. Greg sure knew exactly how to send me into ecstasy. At that moment I lunged back into the seat and just sat there with my hands over my mouth trying to hold back my screams. Greg had succeeded with his efforts. During this entire incident, Jake continue to ramble on about his life and Greg was responding for the both of us with out of time “uh-huh’s” to Jakes gibberish.I fell limp into Greg’s lap. This was one of the most intense climaxes I have had. My body felt almost lifeless as I was still enjoying the feelings I had just encountered. I wondered if Greg had any clue that at that moment I was silly putty, and that I would have done anything he asked. “There’s a lot more of that to come, baby,” Greg softly whispered in my ear. “Mmmmmmm .. I can’t wait” was all I could muster for an answer.Part 4As we arrived back at our cabin we both thanked Jake for his hospitality in showing us the sites and his property. I followed Greg into the cabin and jumped onto his back like for a pony ride. “OH MY GOSH .. you have to stop doing that!” I exclaimed. Just then I realized how much I had enjoyed what had happened, and it took place in such a short time. Even though I was very disturbed at the time I had wet myself, now after the trip back and Greg’s ability to make me feel so good, it wasn’t as upsetting to me at this point. As we entered the cabin I saw a girl on Greg’s back riding him like a horsy dressed in childish clothing in the mirror; while thinking to myself, ‘gee … if Mother could just see me now’. Why am I enjoying this? Why do I feel like acting as a child?“Do you think Jake will say anything about my diapers? That was so embarrassing.” “Nah, I’m sure he was nearly as uncomfortable as you were.” Greg replied. “We should get you changed, huh?” Greg asked. “Please” I said. “I didn’t see a changing pad, where did you pack it?” Greg asked. “Ummmmmm … I never even thought about a changing pad” I replied. “Well … unless you want this cabin to smell, we need something waterproof to use when I change you, ‘baby’”. Greg was looking around the cabin and found nothing that would suffice as a changing pad. He told me that ‘for now’; we would have to use the crib because it had a waterproof mattress and the only thing available to us. The crib, as with most of the cabin’s furniture and décor, was an antique. It was extremely large dark wood and very well built. To my dismay, it appeared plenty ample to accommodate my 5’5” petite build.“NO WAY!” I screamed back at him. Greg moved closer and hugged me. “Either we need to use the crib to get you changed … or you will have to remain in that wet diaper until (and if) we can find a changing pad. He was once again messaging my diaper the exact same way that had sent me into ecstasy twice thus far this morning. This time, however, he grabbed my hand and had me touching my plastic panties as well.Next came the moans and the awkward “well. …Okay”. Greg picked me up into his arms and turned towards the crib. “It’s not fair!.. Every time you want me to do something you have taken advantage of me.” I whined.”“Well.. in no time, you will be more used to the routine and I won’t have to ‘persuade’ you as often.” Greg gently placed me in the crib as I continued to protest to just about everything. He placed my pacifier in my mouth once again and asked me to just suck on my ‘binkie’ and that everything would be just fine. “lay back and relax while I get your things ready.” He said in a very calming voice as he removed my shoes, anklet’s and skirt. “That’s my girl .. just relax now.”Greg brought over my diapers and panties as well as the baby powder and lotion. While Greg was gathering everything for my first ever diaper change (since my childhood), he was also unpacking a few of his things as well. Sitting in the crib waiting, I grew impatient. I asked Greg if he could hurry this up. “Geeze .. you are impatient …. You have to learn that I’m going to take care of you as best I can, but I can’t devote every minute of my time catering to your every whim.” Greg pulled out one of the baby bottles from my lower drawer and filled it with the iced tea I had made for the ride. He walked over to the crib, removed my pacifier and placed the baby bottle nipple in my mouth and told me to “just suck on this while I get your things ready.” I unenthusiastically started to draw fluid through the nipple as Greg continued with a little of his unpacking and gathering my changing items.A knock at the door put me into near hysteria. Greg told me to just stay put and ‘keep sucking’, he would be right back. I was so scared that someone might see me even though I trusted that Greg would not embarrass me. I knew that Greg might become upset or I might fall and injure myself if I climbed out of the crib. I heard Jake and Greg talking outside the cabin but I couldn’t hear what was being said. I just lay there in the crib, staring at the ceiling, sucking on my bottle and hoping Greg would get rid of Jake as soon as possible so I could get out of this crib.Greg opened the door as he was thanking Jake. He carried in another antique. This one was a large old wooden high chair. “Look what Jake brought for us!” Greg mockingly said. “Jake thought we might need a few things ‘for when our friends with a small child visit us’”. Next he carried in a playpen. Again a large well kept piece of furniture. “What… no stroller?” I sarcastically asked. “I can go ask Jake if he has one if you want” Greg responded. “NO.. no .. no .. that’s just fine”. I said. Greg said that he though Jake went out of his way to bring us this stuff. “He sure is a great guy .. huh?” “Oh yea, the greatest” I mockingly replied.Okay .. so let’s get you changed and go back to the beach, whatcha say?” “Fine”, I replied. Greg walked over to the crib placing my bottle back in my mouth as if I had accidentally dropped it. Next he pulled down my plastic panties and slowly slid them down over my feet. Then he removed the diaper pins and my diapers. Now, I felt ridiculous. I was unclothed from the waste down waiting for a clean diaper. Oh, ‘how embarrassing’ I was thinking. Even my diary will be blushing as I write this.I lay there with my mussed shoulder length sandy blonde hair lying on the crib mattress, haloing my head. My head was turned sideways because I was too embarrassed to look at Greg while he was changing me. I separated my knees to help Greg and also to hurry this along. Greg rolled me to one side, positioned my diaper, powdered every inch of my diaper area and rolled me back onto it. He overlapped the cloth fabric and clipped on my diaper pin. He repeated the same actions pulling the overlapping cloth very snugly into place and pinned on the second diaper pin. He chose a pair of pastel yellow baby panties and slid them up my legs towards my bum. Greg shifted my weight side to side as he pulled the plastic panties into place, being sure that the diaper was fully covered. Greg patted my bottom and said. “there we go ‘baby’ all clean and dry.” It had just dawned on me that Greg had diapered me without any effort on my part. He obviously had some kind of past experience doing this. “Where did you learn to do that?” I asked. “Plenty of years of babysitting during Junior High for spare cash” was his reply.Greg slid on my yellow ruffles anklets and my tennis shoes and said, “when you have finished your bottle, we can get going.” As he continued to finish his unpacking. “All finished” I said as I threw the bottle out of the crib. Greg commented that I sure was acting like a bratty kid. “I had no idea that you could be so childish” he said. He walked over to the crib and gave me the ever-famous ‘pointing finger’ and said; “now you behave little girl”. Greg lifted me out of the crib and placed me on the corner of the bed sitting up. Next he slid my yellow floral mini flip skirt up my legs and pulled me into a standing position. He adjusted the skirt and pulled the waist up so the length fell far above the knee, which made it shorter than I would normally wear it. I attempted to pull it down a little but Greg grabbed my hand saying that it was just fine the way it is. It looks cute.Greg and I made a grocery list for the local general store. Jake had informed us that they would deliver for free. Greg grabbed his sports bag and started putting supplies in it using it as a makeshift diaper bag. We locked the cabin and walked hand in hand to Jake’s cabin to deliver the grocery list. Jake was on his front porch and had a fiendish grin as we approached. I’m sure my face was red. I certainly felt embarrassed. How could he not know? I was thinking to myself. Greg wrote a few things on the list as he handed it to Jake. “I’ll take care of this right away. They should have this back within the hour” Jake said. We thanked him and walked towards the gravel road heading towards the lake. “You kids have fun now, and play safe” Jake said. “Oh, we will”; Greg responded as was briskly continued in the direction of the lake. I had my arms around Greg’s neck as we walked. Greg had the sports bag in one hand and the other hand on my bum.“He knows doesn’t he?” I asked Greg. Who knows he asked? “Jake thinks that I am a baby doesn’t he?” “So what if he does,” Greg answered. “He’s a nice ‘ole guy that probably spends his time reading dirty magazine for thrills. Let the poor guy think what he wants. He’s harmless and hasn’t said a thing about it to anyone …. I’m sure” “I’m like … so embarrassed when I see him” I told Greg. “Just don’t worry about it” he replied. “Jake brought you more baby furniture so he seems to be encouraging it ‘assuming he even has a clue’”.” Just don’t get so excited over nothing. Let’s enjoy this weekend, Okay?”“Okay”. I replied.As we walked to the waterfront I was again in awe of the beauty of the lake. What lovely surroundings to enjoy our weekend. “You wanna go rowing for awhile?” Greg asked. “Sure” I replied. The rowboat was another vintage piece of the property. I had seen boats like this in paintings in the library. Constructed of wood, the boat was large and deep with high seats. With many years or layered paint, the boat looked charming, as did most of the fixtures around the property. Greg slid the rowboat down the sandy beach and into the water with a grunting sound. I also pushed - as if my efforts were of any assistance to GregI grabbed two life cushions as Greg placed the oars in the oarlocks. Greg took my hand and helped me balance as I got in the boat. He pushed us away from the shore and jumped in. The water was so clear you could see the bottom of the lake. I sat sideways, one seat forward of Greg. He rowed the boat away from the shore as I removed my shoes and socks and lowered my feet into the water. The temperature was like a tub. So warm and so soothing. Greg placed the cushion under my head as I lay there admiring the blue sky above us. “Having fun there?” Greg said as he looked at my plastic panties. I was rubbing my panties and I didn’t even realize it. “I can’t believe I was doing that,” I said. Greg told me that the feel of plastic panties was a ‘turn on’ for many, so I shouldn’t be self-conscious and to please continue because he thought that it was very sexy to see me like that.I looked around to see if anyone could see what I was doing. There wasn’t a soul in site. We were out in a very secluded area and had the lake all to ourselves. I playfully continued to rub my plastic panties knowing that Greg was watching my every move. I’m not sure what came over me but I decided to put on a little show for Greg and I also sensually sucked on my finger while I was rubbing my plastic panties as I lifted my skirt. “You go girl!” Greg enthusiastically said. I felt so naughty. It’s not like I had never touched myself before. But it sure was an exciting feeling for me; and judging by Greg’s facial expressions, he wasn’t about to stop me.While I was putting on my show for Greg I once again felt that sensual feeling that Greg had done to me earlier. Also I had the sensation of a full bladder as well. “OH No I have to wet again!” I told Greg. “I think this water may be causing my urge.” Greg rested the oars on the side railing of the boat and came towards me. He positioned himself on the seat alongside me and took my wrist into his hand. Greg placed my hand on my breast and gently ran my fingers across my nipples. It was like he was ignoring my statement as he continued to glide my fingers across my now firm nipples.Again I was in a trance of arousal. Only this time, with Greg’s, help I was feeling the sensual sensations and I was doing it to myself. Greg continued to encourage my self-gratification as he whispered, “you have to just relax and wet when you have to wet. I don’t need to know every time you have to go; I will check your diaper and change you when it’s time. Now just wet your diapers ‘baby’. “ummmm Greg I can’t.” “Sure you can” he replied.Part 5I closed my eyes and concentrated on wetting, however, it wasn’t effective. It was too difficult for me to just wet at will. Greg started to coach me through the process. “just relax your entire body. Think of pleasant things and remove your awareness from your bladder. Feel the water on your feet.” Greg started to dip his hands into the lake water. I could hear the sound of the water dripping back into the lake from his hands. It felt like forever trying to just wet. The urge heightened as I felt a little trickle escape into my diaper. I still had my hand on my plastic panties and was unknowingly rubbing the soft vinyl. Finally, the trickle turned into a stream. As I felt myself wetting I found myself more intensely rubbing myself. The phenomenon of my wetting and my hand rubbing myself sent me into sensual elation. My uncontrollable moans could probably be heard over the entire lake.“OH MY GOSH” I said as I opened my eyes to Greg hovering over me with his usual grin. “This is becoming such a turn on” I said. Is this going to happen every time I wet?” I asked Greg. “It’s entirely up to you ‘baby’ .. for some it can. Now do you see why I am so interested in seeing girls wet?” “uh-huh” .. I replied, still struck with the pleasure of the moment.Greg and I sat in the middle of the lake our limbs entangled, I still had one hand on my now warm and wet panties messaging myself without really being conscious of what I was doing as Greg gently ran his hands through my hair. We looked up at the soft blue sky daydreaming. There were no spoken words and perhaps none required. Gazing into one another’s eyes relayed our emotions.I was noticing the sensation of the wet cloth touching my skin was very appealing; reflecting to past experiences, of being wet was way uncomfortable. No doubt this was a new feeling for me. So many new sensations, so many new stimulants and an unexplainable enjoyment of Greg’s desires.Having no concept of how long we had enjoyed just drifting on the water my tummy began growling with hunger pangs. “It’s sounds like you’re hungry. Maybe we should head back in”, Greg said. “Awe, this is so nice, I would hate for it to end” I replied. “We have ample time to enjoy this over the next few days. Let’s get back and eat.” Greg untangled our bodies and repositioned himself to row us back to the beach. I continued to lay there with my feet still dangling in the water as my mind wandered, reliving all the experiences of the morning.Greg rowed us back to the beach, jumped into the shallow water and pulled the boat on the fine sand. “Okay princess, let’s get you out of the boat and back on land.” Greg broke my trance as he held my arm to help me out of the boat. I adjusted my clothes and pulled my skirt down to cover my plastic panties. Again cuddled in each other arms, we walked the sand beach heading back to our cabin. The sand was so fine. With each step, my toes sank as we wandered towards the path that led us back to our cabin.As we approached the trail leading us back, Greg put on my anklets and tennies for me. We arrived back to the cabin and found our groceries delivered as promised. So different from our usual grocery ordeal back home, the food was delivered in boxes and right into our kitchen. Such a marvelous way of living I thought to myself. I started to unpack our groceries into the pantry and noticed numerous jars of baby food. “How did these get here?” I asked Greg. “I told Jake we might need them for our friends child. He told me that if we didn’t use them, the storeowner would gladly take them back. Let’s get these things put away and eat. I’m starving.”“Aren’t we going to change me?” I asked. “Naw .. not until after lunch, just go sit on the sofa while I make our lunch.. I’ll just be a minute.” Greg told me. “Okay” I said.I was staring out the window not really paying attention to Greg with the mornings happenings still vivid in my imagination. “Princess … are you listening.. Lunch is ready” Greg broke me out of my daydream, “sorry” I replied as I got up and walked towards the kitchen area. Greg had a few jars of baby food and a bottle sitting on the kitchen table as well as the high chair in place. “I’m not going to eat that stuff am I?” I asked. “Oh, just humor me … if you really don’t like it, I won’t make you eat it” Greg responded. I walked over to the table but Greg redirected me to the high chair as he guided me into the seat. After fastening the tray he attached the bib I had purchased around my neck. “I’m so glad I bought all of these things. I guess I had no idea what I was doing,” I said in a frustrating voice. So concerned about the baby food, the highchair and bib didn’t even seem out of the ordinary. Almost as if it was a usual occurrence.Greg just ignored my ‘attitude’ and popped open a jar of apricots. “Here ya go baby, these are delicious.” Greg insisted on spoon-feeding me and was not very precise with his aim. He was purposely making me adjust to the spoon, and deliberately was missing my mouth. It left apricots on my face. He had made himself a turkey sandwich on rye with lettuce and fresh tomato’s. My eyes were glued on his every bite as I enviously watched him eat real food .. Luscious food.Greg saw the despair in my eyes and offered me a bite of his sandwich. I lunged at it like I hadn’t eaten in days. He told me to “take it easy” he didn’t want me to choke on my food. Greg diced an apple into minute pieces and placed them on the highchair tray with no utensils, I ate with my fingers.. They were so fresh and juicy, very yummy. After I was done, Greg wiped the apricots from my face and bib and removed the highchair tray (leaving my bib on). Greg helped me down from the highchair, grabbed the bottle and headed for the sofa. He sat in the corner of the sofa and pulled me onto his lap, my head resting on his chest in a semi sitting position. As before, he placed the bottle nipple between my lips and I began to drink. “What is this?” I asked. “Just milk with a little protein added, it’s warmed up, maybe that’s why it taste different” he responded. As Greg held the bottle to my lips I had my hands free and really couldn’t find a comfortable spot for them. I was trying very hard to keep them away from my plastic panties knowing that Greg would comment on my fixation of exploring my wet diapers.My eyes were looking upward at Greg while I was being fed my bottle. I felt the milk dribble down my cheek and started to raise my hand to wipe my cheek. Greg pushed my hand away and used a face towel he had brought to wipe my cheek. “You’re a very sloppy eater little girl” he said as we continued the feeding ritual. After I had completed the bottle, Greg propped me up and started to pat my back to burp me. “Like you really expect me to burp, only babies burp after they eat,” Just as I said that; suddenly and out of nowhere came this unexpected burp. I was surprised that I had actually burped and embarrassed because I never felt it coming. Greg acknowledged my unanticipated burp and wiped my face followed by him removing my bib. “only babies, huh?” he teased.“Okay … let’s get you changed ‘baby’”. He led me over to the crib and lifted me over the side rail on to the mattress. He removed my tennies, anklets and skirt and proceeded to pull down my plastic panties. Next he unpinned my diapers and once again rocking me from side to side, removed my wet diapers with no help from me. He carefully cleaned me with baby wipes and placed a clean diaper on the crib mattress while tilting me on my side and then lowering me onto the diaper. Greg applied ample lotion and baby powder and began pinning my diapers in place followed by a clean pair of plastic panties. Greg checked to be sure my diaper was all tucked in and pulled the side rail up.“HEY .. what are you doing?” I asked. Greg placed the pacifier between my lips and told me I needed to take a short nap, ‘quiet time’ he called it. I began to protest and was quickly warned that if I didn’t want to get a spanking, I would just take a nap like I was told and stop being so naughty. I must admit I felt exhausted from all the morning experiences and the crib was an Okay place to just relax and reflect on the morning. So, I lay there in my baby-tee, diapers and plastic panties sucking on my pacifier.As I lay in the crib, a zillion thoughts went through my head. Yesterday I was working in my office with deadlines and a pile of paperwork nearly over my head. I was in charge of keeping all the paperwork up to date and was very much in control of the office routine. My silk French cut panties were now replaced with cloth diapers and plastic panties. My elegant wardrobe of casual business attire was now a baby-Tee and a very short skirt. I was passively playing Greg’s game, somewhat submissive to his requests. Definitely non confrontational to the role I was placed in and very stimulated by my attire and even remembering my embarrassing wetting accident this morning and now thinking of it as if it were an everyday event. What might cause such a drastic role reversal in such a short time frame? I was thinking. With three days remaining in the weekend, I was also wondering how I would be able to continue fulfilling Greg’s dream.At that moment I guess I had pretty much accepted that I could survive a few inconveniences and follow Greg’s lead in this charade. I knew that I had pretty much encountered most everything a young toddler might encounter and looking back at it all. It really wasn’t unbearable - and in many instances, especially how it affected my sensual feelings, it was really quite pleasing.Part 6I awoke to Greg gently rubbing my shoulder. Evidentially I had dozed off during my daydreaming. Greg tenderly pulled me into a sitting position as I rubbed my eyes attempting to wake. “How long was I asleep?” I asked Greg. “A little over an hour”, he replied. Greg slipped his fingers into my elastic on my plastic panties advising me that I was in a dry diaper. He asked me if I was up for a little sight seeing and perhaps we could visit an area that looked over the local landscape. “Sure, I’m ready” I replied. Greg placed my pacifier back between my lips and gathered a backpack he must have packed while I was asleep. He also had a sports bag (my diaper bag) ready to go.Greg lifted me out of the crib and held my short bib overalls to my left foot. (This was the light pink denim bib-shorts that I thought might come in handy for the outdoorsy type environment we had planned). I placed both hands, one on each of his shoulders for balance. Next my left foot and then Greg slipped the shorts up over my diapers and my tee and clasped the clips to the front on the bib part of the shorts and snapped up the three snaps on each side of the shorts. ‘OMG, I can’t believe how childish these look’ I was thinking to myself, as Greg made a similar comment out loud. Next came my anklets and tennies. There I was … a girl of 23 dressed like a young toddler, diapered and sucking on my pacifier and wondering why this all felt so pleasurable.I freshened up my hair and washed my face with cold water and applied skin cream and we headed off for the afternoon sight seeing trip. Greg had gotten two mountain bikes from Jake (I Guess) and had them waiting at the door. I climbed on my bike, Greg on his, and we rode towards a path behind Jakes cabin that assumingly led to this location that Greg wanted to visit.The weather was so awesome as we peddled our way down the pathway. My eyes were drawn to the beauty of the outdoors once again. Such vibrant foliage and an abundance of large old uniquely designed trees. The aroma of the wilderness was entrancing. I was so enthralled with the beauty of the woods I wasn’t really paying attention to my riding. I guess I had rubbed my front tire with Greg’s rear tire. My front wheel pulled, I had lost control and ended up on the ground in a patch of tall grass.Greg quickly jumped off his bike to come to my rescue. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Yea, I think so.” As I sat there dazed from my fall. “I guess I should have gotten a bike with training wheels for you” he jested. “Oh… real funny” I replied. I stood up and swept the grass from my clothes and picked what I could feel from my hair. The snaps on my overalls had evidentially unsnapped during my fall. Greg commented that plastic panties were becoming exposed an awful lot lately as he smiled at me in his sarcastic smile. “What do you mean by that?” I huffed back at Greg. “ Are you saying that you think I would prefer to be in just plastic panties and diapers?” With that I undid the straps of the bib part of my shorts, lowered it over my shoes and angrily tossed it a Greg with a whining huff. “Are you happy now?” I barked back at him.I got back on my bike and waited for Greg to do the same. He was standing there with this ‘YES .. I couldn’t have planned it better’stare on his face. “Let’s just get going, you got what you wanted, now let’s go!” I sternly said. “Okay, okay, chill. Don’t be mad at me because you are so clumsy.” Greg went over and recovered my pacifier that I had lost during my accident and off we went.I was riding foolishly fast down the trail, not knowing where I was heading nor what would be around the corner. As I leaned forward to avoid a low tree branch I noticed we had arrived on a grassy knoll that overlook a beautiful valley covered with trees and a winding river. A postcard type beauty seldom seen by ‘city folk’ like us. “Oh … this is SO beautiful,” I said to Greg as I just admired the view. Let’s just stay here awhile and enjoy the sight,” Greg suggested. Greg laid out a large soft and fluffy quilt that he had brought from our cabin on the grass for us to relax on.Once again I found myself in his lap and snuggled up close. The sense of ‘being taken care of’ with no reservations overcame me. This feeling was becoming too commonplace in this role-playing we were doing. Not that it was a dreadful feeling. It is very unlike my usual routine and very comfortable. It wouldn’t take much for someone to become accustomed to such a marvelous environment. We sat on the quilt for hours and just enjoyed the view and each other’s company. Few, if any words were spoken.This moment was so vivid in my mind. I could almost picture it as a painting on the wall. Greg cradling me in his arms, me in my tee with only diapers and plastic panties covering my bottom contently using my pacifier with little care of my attire or circumstances. The urge of a full bladder didn’t even disturb the moment. I just let nature allow me to dampen my diapers. I knew … well I think I knew I was wetting, however, I didn’t even attempt to resist.Greg softly caressed the back of my neck which turned to passionate kissing. Next we found ourselves side by side on the quilt slowing removing each other’s clothing and found ourselves immersed in passionate lovemaking. Sheer exhaustion and sensual ecstasy took my mind out of reality and into some type of dream world. A world of pleasures that I couldn’t resist. I almost felt naughty for feeling so good. It was not like me to be so focused on physical feelings.It was some time before we reentered into real time when Greg commented that my diaper that he had so diligently removed was wet and that he had better get me dressed before I wet the quilt. ‘Wet the quilt?’ I was thinking. With no apprehension I just allowed Greg to fetch the diaper bag, apply lotion and powder followed by a clean diaper and plastic panties. It was at that moment that I realized I had just finished a bottle. I didn’t even recall Greg giving it to me, nor me drinking the contents.It was almost as if the diapers were my normal attire. Greg dressed himself and put me back in my bib front shorts, socks and shoes. I just lay there being dressed as a toddler girl glaring insensitively into Greg’s eyes, somewhat oblivious to the surroundings and extremely comfortable with his ‘take charge’ actions. I was, to say the least, passive to his actions.Greg pick up our belongings, packed them up and tied them back onto the bikes. He approached me and extended his hand to assist me raise myself from the ground as he helped me get on my bike. As we leisurely rode back to our cabin my thoughts were on the days events. Greg suggested we eat and then return to the lake to watch the sunset on the water. At this point, I really didn’t disagree with any of Greg’s request. The state of mind I was in left me yearning for the attention and emotions of my role in Greg’s dream. I was undoubtedly submissive to his desires and enjoyed every moment of how all of this made me feel.It’s not like I’m not sexually active, however, the circumstances of this day had me on a sensual roller coaster all day long. I couldn’t reject my feelings, nor did I want to. My devotion to Greg and his desires were extremely pleasing to me and I could only guess how Greg felt about this entire day and my behavior to this newfound routine.Part 7As Greg and I approached the cabin, Greg parked his bike and then helped me off mine. Greg opened the door and led me into our cabin. He started to remove my bib-shorts and then slid his finger under the elastic of my plastic panties checking for the wetness of my diaper. With no resistance to his disrobing me, checking my diapers or placing me on the floor with a blanket, Greg went to the kitchen area and returned with a warm bottle of white liquid. I knew it wasn’t milk and I really didn’t care what it was I guess. I just accepted the bottle and started to suck the nipple.Greg went to prepare dinner while I just lay there staring at the ceiling enjoying my bottle. I had kind of lost track of time I guess … as Greg announced, “dinner is ready”. Greg lifted me from the blanket and placed me in the high chair, fastened the bib and locked on the tray. He had prepared a pasta type dish with tomato paste. My portion was very well chopped up and placed on a dish on my highchair tray (again with no spoon of fork to eat with). I just used my fingers to feed myself as Greg ate his with a fork.During my awkward attempt at feeding myself with this liquidly dish, Greg laughed “what a messy eater you are, baby”. I just responded with a smile as he produced my second course of baby food in jars. This time the baby food was strained carrots and applesauce. Not really that appealing to my taste buds, but I ate without fussing.Greg started to pack a few things for our night adventure back to the lake. I just watched him as I finished my bottle. Greg cleaned the tomato paste and baby food from the bib, then my face and hands as he released the high chair tray and helped me to the floor. Greg changed my plastic panties (my diapers still dry) into the Juvenal pink pastel panties with adorable little bunnies, butterflies, ducks and pigs on them. “What was I thinking when I bought these?’ I thought to myself.Knowing that the new plastic panties would not stay covered for long, Greg slipped me back into my pink bib-shorts and we were on our way. We arrived at the spot we had enjoyed so much earlier in the day. Greg spread a blanket on the ground and placed me gently on it as he removed my bib-shorts (like I had guessed) and placed my pacifier between my lips. I immediately began to suck on the pacifier like I’d been using it for years. Greg went off looking for something leaving me there watching and wondering what he was up to. Greg returned to make a circle of rocks and fill it with branches. We were going to have a fire it looked like.As Greg started the fire he pulled a bag of those big marsh mellows from the diaper bag as well as my bib. He positioned himself so I again could lie on his lap and enjoy the sunset. The night was perfect, the light wind and wonderful fragrance of the woods and lake were incredible. We just gazed at the sun setting in the distance, enhanced by the vapors rising from the lake. The colors were magnificent. We roasted the puffy marsh mellows over the crackling fire.I heard Jake’s truck off in the distance and it seemed to be coming towards us. I instinctively started to attempt to cover-up as Greg just placed his hand on my shoulder and told me to relax. Jake pulled up behind us. There I was with my diapers and print plastic panties in plain sight … sucking on a pacifier and wearing my bib. Jake asked, “Are you kids enjoying yourself?” Greg replied “OH YES … this is the greatest place”. “Looks like you’re in for a spectacular sunset”, Jake said. “I sure hope so,” replied Greg. Greg and Jake exchanged a few more comments, as I lay there confused. Jake seeing me in my diapers, plastic panties and pacifier should have embarrassed me. For some reason it didn’t. I felt it almost as normal as my usual attire from just yesterday. Why was I feeling and thinking this way? Jake and Greg finished their conversation. I saw Jake wink as he bed us farewell and again encouraged us to enjoy our night. “Be sure you kids extinguish that fire before you leave”, Jake said as he drove off.“OMG .. He must think I’m too weird” I said as Jake disappeared from sight. “I’m sure if he had a comment, he would have made one, let’s just enjoy the last minutes of the day” Greg Said. The sun was now half