Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => 2011-2018 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: Mary Beth Sanford on January 19, 2018, 05:19:29 AM
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Designs For Living - Part 1
By Mary Beth
Susan rang the doorbell and waited, looking at the card again. "Designs For Living" it read but Helen, her best friend sharing the card with her said it was the best thing she'd ever done for her sex life. For Helen, the most conservative woman Susan knew, to say that.... was something beyond anything Susan thought possible.
Gail Peabody answered the door as if greeting a long lost friend and took Susan's hand with both of hers gently pulling Susan into the house before an embrace. Susan was invited to the kitchen then tea as Gail shared her experience with Helen while heating a kettle of water she poured over a tea ball before sitting.
"I've been so excited waiting to meet you. I hate mysteries so I sympathize, but that's over now and I suppose Helen has told you about her sex life," Gail said.
Susan nodded.
"Excellent. And obviously she wouldn't give you any details," Gail mentioned between brief sips of her own hot tea as she added, "and I'm guessing it's made you intensely curious or hopefully driven you mildly mad."
"To say the least. First because Helen is so prudish and secondly she won't talk about it at all other than to say it's wonderful. Not only that but the young man she's taken in she says is a now a boarder and a college student of all things," Susan said.
"She's become quite active," Gail said.
"I wasn't even aware she was renting a room and then I find out she's got some kind of business venture she's looking into, and you're at the heart of it all and that you'd explain, so yes, I'm curious," Susan said and added, "not to mention the sex by the way."
"Again, excellent. So, Susan, would you be willing to sign a non-disclosure form," Gail asked and added, "it's not too big a deal, but there are some sensitive issues that we don't want leaked to the public.
"What sort of issues," Susan asked.
"Honestly Susan, it's not as serious as a non-disclosure makes it seem. It's just that we are a group of ladies of similar taste with dissimilar levels of candor and a non disclosures protects those of us who would rather keep this very private. If you chose not to participate it keeps you quiet at the end of our talk. If you do chose to participate it protects your privacy. Without you signing it, I really can't go any further," Gail said.
"I will sign it," Susan said.
Gail turned to a counter for a briefcase, opened it and pulled a two page doc-ument and pen from it. She gave Susan the time she needed to read it. Most of it was written in plain English and just told Susan that she could not talk about what she would be told in any way or in any form. Susan laid the form down and took up the pen and signed it. Gail replaced the form and pen to the briefcase and returned it to the counter.
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Designs For Living - Part 2
"Give me a moment," Gail said leaving the kitchen. She returned with a large plastic storage container that she sat on a chair she pulled from the table. She opened the plastic handles that served as locks and removed the lid. From the tub she began pulling garments. Susan watched in fascination as Gail removed various types of diapers and plastic pants to array them on the table. They were too large for babies but clearly styled like those they wore.
"Interesting," Susan asked.
"They are aren't they. I think they tug at something deep down in us," Gail said and added, "and the very key to our success's believe it or not. Actually, I call these our instruments of infatuation. These are the things that will bridge the gap between you and a young man that in the beginning can't imagine being with you"
"How's that," Susan asked intensely curios.
"Susan," close your eyes and follow this situation.... Okay. Now what do you think is going to happen to a perfectly healthy young man you've positioned on his back, on a bed, legs spread with you between them, you in a Silken dress, legs in nylons both rubbing and spreading his, while you are tugging a soft thick cotton diaper between them," Gail asked.
"Wait? I'm diapering him," Susan asked. I've got this boy, this adult male laying in front of me getting diapered like a baby?"
"Hold on, let me finish," Gail said and added, "Go on, close your eyes again, remember you are tugging his diaper and you're doing this just after you spent moments lathering and fluffing his genitals nice and slippery from baby oil. See them? Nice and shiny just before sprinkling everything with baby powder. And there you are open palm sliding across that erection under his diaper drawing the front side together with the back to pin it closed," Gail said.
"So I'm diapering an eighteen year old man," Susan asked feeling herself growing wetter as her heart rate begins to climb.
"No, of course not. You're not diapering him, Gail says and adds, "Susan, you're setting up and conducting a controlled product analysts with an employee. Your employee."
"My employee," Susan repeats.
"That's right. Someone you've hired to lay there for you," Gail says and added, "you're a seamstress who has formed an LLC or Limited Liability Company fashioning adult incontinent products similar to what babies wear for an emerging senior Market driven by baby boomers who are quickly reaching an age where they need incontinent wear."
"Okay," Susan said.
"So, as head of your R&D you've fashioned some prototypes to test but before you can risk raising the capital you really must test them. These well doc-umented test are critical and will run through several months, perhaps a year. You are going to research the various forms of diapers currently in use to see which can translate to adult sizes in actual use," Gail said.
"And this young man's role as my employee," Susan ask and adds, "how does that work?"
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Designs For Living - Part 3
It had taken Gail the better part of that day to walk Susan through the process which left Susan convinced enough that she desperately wanted in. After that it was Helen that helped her through the rest of the process. Susan worked hard over that following week sewing her own products and two additional weeks rehearsing her own presentation. Thanks to Gail's and Helen's two young men Susan was able to hone her presentation till she was ready for her first interview.
A few days after Gail alerted Sarah at the college that she was ready for another "special" student, and another was found. Mark was in class when he got a text from the school's job search program. At the desk he was given the specifics asking if he would be interested in a long term position working with a new start-up. The lady, Sarah, said he was the first applicant being sent for an interview and Mark nearly stumbled twice running to the address he'd been given....
Mark was meeting with a Ms. Susan Bickford at her home. She greeted him, invited him in and made tea. They sat at her kitchen table.
"So, do you have time this afternoon? The interview is here and it shouldn't take more than an hour, to an hour and a half for the entire interview," Susan asked.
"Yes, no problem," Mark said.
"Okay then. Mark right now and perhaps over the next year, maybe longer, I'm mostly going to be doing real time design and research. In addition to this designing and research I'll be acc-umulating data for manufacturing and ultimately the marketing of my garments," Susan said as she poured tea before adding, "My garments would be sold in sizes defined as small, medium and large. When I contacted the school I gave them a range that would represent the smaller sizes."
"So you'll be designing and manufacturing" Mark asked and then added, "I guess I should say up front that I'm majoring in computer science if that makes a difference? I mean I don't have a lot of, you know.... actually make that no experience in design or manufacturing," Mark said.
"I know. Mark, truth is it's your size and status as a freshman that's important for me. As I also mentioned I need designs and marketing specifications for garments and I'm doing those but I will need a lot of smart feedback. Once I've settled on those exact specifications and before we start manufacturing I'll need initial quality control feedback and then ultimately images.... or pictures, if you will, for sales and marketing," Susan said and added, "and for all of this you'll get a salary that includes your room and board and spending money."
"Okay. That's got my attention. I guess my only question then is... What are the garments," Mark asked.
"Actually, it's diapers Mark," Susan said and added, "custom designed diapers which I was about to mention next."
"Diapers," Mark repeated sitting fully upright as if he'd been shocked before adding, "as in actual diapers. As in diapers that a baby might wear?"
"Diapers yes. But no, these are adult diapers although not drawing too fine a distinction to keep from bruising your ego they will be nearly identical to actual baby diaper," Susan said and smiled before adding, "and I'm getting a very sense that I've probably lost you, right?"
"Lost? Oh, No, I mean yes... maybe.... actually it's just that I'm a little surprised is all. What exactly would I be doing? Hold on a second? I mean if I understand what... I mean if I understand what you're saying I'd be wearing diapers that you're designing and giving you feedback on then you said ultimately there would be images or pictures for sales and marketing? Would I be modeling diapers," Mark asked.
"Mark, my plans are to have you help me design and manufacture a relatively new style diaper. I need someone with your characteristics because you'll literally be in context to our market. I need someone intellectually capable to give me competent feedback on my first designs, then later on to do the same for other prototypes until the final manufacturing phase," Susan said.
"Interesting," Mark said nervously.
"Interesting is a word.... And you're looking for a way to bolt when none is needed," Susan said smiling and added, "and Mark, it's okay. In fact, the reason I mentioned diapers so early on is because I need the faint of heart to run away early so I can interview the next candidate. So, with that said, shall I call for my next candidate?"
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Designs For Living - Part 4
"Wait.... Ms. Bickford, seriously, yes I'm hesitating, but you've got to admit anyone in their right mind would. I mean you've got to admit this is not even close to being an every day kind of job and I can't think of one person I know that would still be sitting here saying even that," Mark stated honestly, and added, "and the truth is if I ignore what you've just said about what I have to do for the money, the money would be great, but damn.... Diapers? Ms. Bickford? Diapers!"
"I know and yes, it's odd and yes, there is no getting around it but it would just be you and me. I honestly don't know what to say about it other than to say it's all going to spin around your attitude. I need you or someone like you and I'm hoping you'll see it as something you can get past for my sake as well because it's clear you're struggling and that's a really good sign," Susan said.
"Okay, so let's assume I'm nuts and agree to this? First what is it you're doing? I'm mean what are you really doing and why," Mark asked.
"Then let me start by saying besides you there are a whole lot of people that don't know much about diapers. Fortunately for us many of them are going to need to know," Susan said.
"How's that," Mark asked and added, "or who is that?"
"Baby boomers," Susan said and added, "and by that I mean those born between 1946 and 1954 who are now nearly 31% of the population in this country which actually translates to roughly 76.5 million people who are going to need diapers, and that's where the real money in health care is. It's nearly a third of the people soon to be incontinent. Think about that Mark," Susan said and added, "Think about that and then try and understand what that means as a business?"
"Yes ma'am," Mark answered as he roughed out the numbers in his head.
"It means that nearly 8 million adults in this country will be wearing diapers of one type or other for one reason or another," Susan noted with enthusiasm before adding, "but what has really fascinated me, and it has for some time now, is how little effort has been made to really define diapers for adults."
"How's that," Mark asked.
Mark, what I find so surprising is just how little time has been spent on diaper technology. I mean given the potential for profits, you'd think companies would be all over diaper designs," Susan said and added, "and yet they're not."
"Diaper technology," Mark repeated and asked, "what do you mean when you say diaper technology?"
"Well frankly Mark I'm not sure that's the proper term, but that's what I call it. Diaper technology is all about the designs and what's goes into making them. Put another way, or put my way, diaper technology is actually the transferring of what works for babies to what could work for adults," Susan said.
"But when you say that what does that actually mean," Mark asked.
"Imaging you wearing the perfect diaper and waterproof panties," Susan said and added, "Mark, I want a diaper that is just as soft and form fitting for an adult as you'll find for babies with waterproof panties just as smooth and snug as any you see on a baby and if you join me you can help me define them, Mark, will you join me and help me design the softest, thickest and most absorbent diapers ever?
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Designs For Living - Part 5
"Here we go," Susan said coming back into the room and setting a large plastic storage box on the table. She shifted it slightly off to the side as she sat again. She removed the lid, reached in and took up what was clearly a baby's diaper, but given it's large size, it was meant for an adult and placed it in front of her. The same exact diaper, but this time a baby's size came out and Susan laid it down next to the adult size.
"I'm guessing that's a combination of some sort," Mark noted and felt that tingling again.
"In fact, it is," Susan said as she added, "it's called an All-In-One and perhaps the best of the best."
Mark trying desperately to look casual looked on as Susan opened the diapers and smoothed both flat on the table with her hand right there in front of him. They were both very thick, soft looking and on the other side, the side touching the table, silky smooth snap on style plastic pants shimmered in the kitchen light.
"All-In-One," Mark repeated.
"Right, ALL IN ONE or AIO. This is a fitted diaper with a waterproof or water resistant outer layer or cover. Kind of works just like a disposable in that you just put it on and fasten the snaps or tabs and just go. Best thing about these Mark is you don't need an additional diaper cover or the plastic panties, hence the name All-In-One.
"Oh, I see," Mark said looking the larger diaper and trying to imagine him actually wearing it. He squirmed uncomfortably and felt himself growing stiffer making the notion even more uncomfortable. He was not suppose to imagine himself in a diaper he mused as Susan slid the diaper towards encouraging him to feel the softness of the cotton and the panty.
"As you can also see, it's got adjustable closures, in this case snaps, but Velcro or hook and eye closures also work. It's the most expensive, but again it's also more like a disposable with the exception that you can wash them," Susan said stroking the diaper Mark now held.
Mark held the diaper feeling slightly flush over the look of that hourglass shape and wings that would hold it on in an adult easily his size. The diaper he was looking at was clearly for someone like him. He could swear Susan was daring him with her eyes but it was his guilt that was driving the notion.
"Like I said, it's also the most expensive and the most difficult to wash and dry," Susan said reaching into the box again.
"Because of that plastic layer," Mark noted as he turned the open diaper over to inspect that shiny layer of soft white plastic.
"Exactly, two different wash and dry strategies," Susan said laying another set of diapers on the table as she added, "another good example is this one. This one is called a Fitted Diaper."
Susan straightened and laid two more diapers on the table.
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Designs For Living - Part 6
"Fitted," Mark repeated as he grew steadily hard till he was uncomfortable.
"As you can see, it's just as tailored, but without the plastic panty. Like an All-In-One but this one can be pinned on like a normal diaper using diaper pins. I'd rate it a little better only because it needs plastic panties over the diaper separately which allows you to dry them independently so there is a shorter drying time," Susan said.
"That makes sense," Mark noted just to be saying something.
"I also like fitted diapers because they are just as snug as the All-In-One," Susan said and added, "you know, more secure and with the baby... I mean plastic panties. Very secure."
"Got it," Mark noted without missing that comment about wrapping around him more snugly or that slip of the tongue about baby pants. As odd as it was he was beginning to imagine the diapers not in general adult sizes but in his sizes. Mark was smaller than an adult. He actually began to imagine these diapers on him as a baby. The whole notion was making him feel smaller, and it made his face grow hot. Susan was talking again he realized.
"Plus, Mark, as you can see, they are designed with elastic or gussets around the legs creating a very snug fit. Almost like a little ruffle. Another nice thing is that fitted cloth diapers can have a sewn in "soaker pad" or even a panel of absorbent fabric between the actual diaper layers," Susan noted as her hand stroked the diaper. She moved the diaper for Mark to do the same.
"Oh, okay," Mark said feeling dizzy as he too stroked the diaper as Susan pointed out the features she was talking about. She slid a finger around the elastic of the gathered legs and another gathering at the back. Mark suddenly had an image of Susan with a diaper pin in her hand and another in her mouth.
"As always Mark the good thing about fitted diapers is you can close them overlapping in the front or on the sides. The down side as I mentioned is that fitted diapers are still just diapers and still need to use some kind of waterproof cover, or baby pants in this case. Although, again, because of the design, it's probably the most absorbent diaper type for night time use," Susan said and added, "very absorbent actually, but that also means a bit more drying time than a regular pre-fold diaper."
"Pre-fold," Mark asked feeling his mouth growing even dryer. His erection was beginning to drip a little causing him an embarrassing squirm as a damp circle formed not so much that he was dripping but because of why. Was it over the diapers or his being diapered he wondered as he tried desperately to focus on Susan's words and not her voice. It didn't help.
"Pre... fold..., again, it's two words but pronounced as one word," Susan said going back into the box to pull another set of diapers after she slid the fitted one towards Mark to inspect as she added, "A pre fold diaper is likely what you wore as a child."
"Not sure what I wore, I don't remember," Mark said trying not to blush.
"Anyway, the name is slightly confusing because it refers to the fact that a large flat square is folded inward, something like accordion pleats, and sewn to make a thicker panel down the center," Susan noted.
"So they are sewn folded," Mark asked.
"Yes. Simply convenient is all. It's a flat diaper already folded. Some moms like twisting and spreading the fabric according to their own diapering tastes but you don't have to gather them like your mom did in the old days," Susan said.
"Oh, I see," Mark said as Susan demonstrated.
"Another thing to note is that the pre fold diaper is still a rectangular shaped flat cloth diaper, although a lot of them have an absorbent pad already sewn in as well. Most diapers nowadays are in this style with a variety of thickness. Actually this is the one you'll see most often being made for adults.
"Got it," Mark said as Susan ran a hand over the diaper she held in front of her.
"And of course there is the basic diaper," Susan said and added, "which I think is the one you might like best!"
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Designs For Living - Part 7
As soon as Susan mentioned the basic diaper she moved the others and laid just the regular diaper open. Following Gail's advise she had washed all the diapers using baby powder scent but on this one she had also added powder after drying and before folding. The intent with this part of the demonstration was to bring a little more reality to the senses. As she opened the diaper the fine dust released and danced in the light as Susan bent into the box for the baby style white tipped diaper pins.
Mark's eyes and nose began feeding his fantasy overwhelming him, but delighting him. It was like a reading a book with just pictures as his wetness grew. He began wishing he was already in a diaper which shocked him a little.
"Sorry, the talc-um is very fine," Susan said as she opened two of the diaper pins. They were larger than you'd need for a baby and Mark watched as she opened them and laid each on either side of the diaper before she added, "you know Mark I was going to say again this is actually the style diaper your mom would have most likely used on you, but then I realized, given your age, you most likely grew up in disposable diapers like Pampers."
"Honestly Susan, I don't remember," Mark said watching and feeling the hardness even more, then more wetness and his blush because of his excitement. At first it was embarrassment, then curiosity, then excitement and lust.... now an overwhelming desire to lay there with his legs spread, and he fought that thought to try and pay attention to what Susan was saying as he tried to sound mature enough, "so what's the point of an ordinary diaper?"
"It's really the basis for all the other diapers," Susan said as she began folding it. She took the left side first, a third and brought it in to the middle then out half and did the same to the other side. before asking, "I'm guessing you're what, five four or there about's so that means a shorter backside giving me a little more in the front."
"What," Mark said watching Susan folding the diaper down at one end before folding it together to actually pin it closed. She did both sides with the white tipped diaper pins before reaching into the plastic tub for a pair of soft white plastic pants that she smooth flat in front of her. She laid the flat panties down then lifted the diaper and laid that on top of the panties and slid both in front of Mark as she said, "There. It's been pinned closed as if you've already decide to do this. In fact, I'm thinking this would most likely be your first diaper set..."
"You've got to be kidding," Mark said just as he picked the set up. He almost flung it across the table but fought the urge as he added, "how does this set contribute to the design of diapers? I mean since it's a basic diaper?"
"That's just it, start with the basic.... I'm been experimenting with layers, and I'm thinking of adding a layer of slipper or bridal satin under a layer of lingerie nylon to wear under the diaper to act as a wicking layer. I'm not sure it would work all that effectively but I have about a half dozen combinations to try if that set doesn't work." Susan said.
Those would almost be like panties then," Mark said.
"More like satin or nylon diapers mixed with cotton Mark," Susan noted.
"So you'll be making all of these styles for the study," Mark asked feeling even more lightheaded as he took a quick glance of the things now spread over the table between them. He calculated the number of products as Susan put it. If he said yes there were a half dozen different types of diapers and baby pants, at least.
"Exactly. All of these will be made to fit you and, if you agree to the basic conditions, you'll be providing me with your opinion on how each of them fit and, perhaps more importantly, your general impressions of each after wearing them," Susan said.
"I think I understand," Mark added. Mark was still holding the diaper set and looking at it, then at Susan, then back at the diaper set. Mark had been beating around the bush the whole time and couldn't stand it any longer as he added, "So seriously, I'd be wearing these routinely then?"
"Yes. At first almost continuously. At least till you and I have a pretty good handle on fit at first. Then on the layers themselves. Like I said, I have some ideas on a combination of cottons , then nylons and cottons. Then on the long term comfort. With your input we should be able to finalized those designs fairly well," Susan said and then paused.
"What," Mark asked looking at Susan looking.
"Mark, I might be pushing but if you get any wetting you're going to ruin a chair," Susan said as she stood and leaned over far enough to looked down at the crouch of Mark's pants adding, "tell you what, why don't you let me diaper you, so I can wash those clothes and then we can discuss your room and board?"
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Designs For Living - Part 8
Susan.... It's... I mean... I guess.... Oh my God. Susan, this is so embarrassing. I shouldn't be excited like this, I know that and I'm sorry, but.... In fact I know this is most likely going to disqualify me but the whole notion of getting diapered was suddenly too much to handle. If you just give me a little time to calm down I'm sure I can recover," Mark said.
"Mark, it's not just you! I felt it myself? I can't explain it either. Honestly, I'm not sure I even want to try," Susan said moving to close the distance between them. She extended her hand encouraging Mark to extend his and he did as she added, "maybe we should change the approach just a tiny bit."
"How's that," Mark asked standing as Susan tugged lightly on his hand.
"Maybe we need a break to take care of something else first," Susan said and then added as she moved her head closer to Mark's, "you did want to see your room anyway, didn't you?"
Mark was going to say yes, but nodded just before Susan closed with him and kissed. She embraced him, then broke to take his hand again. She led him from the kitchen, back through the middle to the stairs and up to where his room was. Mark followed meekly, quietly and stood there when she stopped in a bed room, fully compliment. He was willing to allow her to do whatever it was he hopped she planned and his erection made it clear what he hoped as his pants fell.
He was childlike in his interactions as she knelt to remove his shoes and socks before he stepped out of his jeans and finally his underpants. From the second drawer of a dresser she brought over a folded pad that opened into a disposable square before she guided him to lay over it. Once he was down she took that moment to gather her skirt and then her own panties fell.
She joined him after she straddled his legs sliding forwards before she urged his arch to match her thrust. Their rhythm began to matched almost immediately and grew slowly, but steadily, enjoyably bringing their breathing up to match their heartbeats. Susan lightly rolled Mark's nipples as Mark kneaded Susan's bottom cheeks trying desperately to push himself to her depths.
Susan pushed back just as the arch lifted Susan and reached it's highest point. He grew suddenly rigid forcing a moan to escape as his toes curled while Susan tossed her head back with her eyes closed. She bit her lower lip to stifle her own scream. It had been forever she broke into a labored gasp to breath again. Mark collapsed as Susan fell forward to her palms while they continued undulating their last before Mark slipped free - spent.
Susan wrapped her legs around Marks and gently collapsed on top as Mark wrapped his arms to embrace her. Their breathing slowed as did their hearts till everything slipped back to normal before Susan turned and kissed him muttering a whispered thank you. Marked thanked her back. There was a long pause, Susan rose, bent for her panties and allowed her skirt to fall.
Mark continued to lay there but shifted till Susan motioned him to wait. He watched as she returned to that same dresser and opened the top drawer. There was no doubt what she planned because it was one of the contoured diapers they'd discussed earlier and that was followed by a pair of snap on plastic panties. She made a second trip for baby wipes, oil, powder and diaper pins.
"So I guess I get the job," Mark asked with a wicked grin on his face and no hint of embarrassment that he was about to be put into a diaper. He wanted to ask why they might be in his size but it didn't matter so he didn't.
"I'm pretty... let me see, how should I put this? happy with our interview, and I really think you'll be a perfect FIT in this organization so I see no reason why you shouldn't start immediately," Susan said and added, "do you?"
"No ma'am," Mark said with his own satisfying grin.
"Then if you wouldn't mind, spread em," Susan said and added, "and lift your bottom just a bit and we'll start our first series of test."
"Yes ma'am," Mark said.
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Designs For Living - Part 9
Susan moved in and slipped the contoured diaper under him before she pulled a wipe to rest on his stomach. She turned for the oil and with it oiled his genitals while using those same moment to fluff him before picking up the wipe for her hands. His loins went white with the baby powder and then he was pinned into his diaper. The snap on baby pants closed around him with five snaps each side with a reassuring "snap".
"There we go," Susan said patting the front and sides as she turned, bent and gathered Mark's clothes for the laundry," we should go over the lease and living arrangements, chores and how we're going to do testing. I'd also like to keep our social side separate from the business side. By the way, I like sex and that was outstanding so don't hesitate to suggest another moment like that again - please."
Mark catching himself in the free standing mirror was slightly shocked. The diaper was proportional to what a baby might look like only because Mark was shorter than average and thin, and he was sure the diaper was far thicker than average. He was sure this was also his room and those were intended to be his diapers and plastic pants. That too was odd since she hadn't mentioned routine diapers. He deftly rested his hands on his hips as Susan left the room noting how far they felt from his skin.
"Susan," Mark said coming out of his room in just his shoes, socks and shirt.
The tee shirt was form fitting enough that it didn't flow over the diaper but rather gathered at the waist leaving most of his diaper and baby pants exposed. It was an unnerving but cute look Mark noted and he got more unnerved the instant he began to walk. There was the silken slide over the skin on the inside of his thighs well below his crouch where the diaper pushed silken plastic mass down. There was that odd movement over his bottom cheeks as they undulated with the movement of his muscles. It wasn't uncomfortable so much as odd.
"Yes Mark," Susan said as Mark caught up at the laundry room door. Susan was putting his clothes minus his pocket things into a tray on top of a shelf above the washer. His belt was rolled there too as his pants joined his underwear into the large tub.
"Why do these diapers fit," Mark asked sheepishly.
"Mark, that's easy," I wanted you. I stalked you. I got you here and shamelessly seduced you just so I could have sex with you - first, then I put you into those diapers you're now wearing. Which by the way, makes you absolutely adorable if you haven't yet noticed. I'm actually thinking of dragging you to my bedroom next, but if I don't pace myself we won't get anything done," Susan said and then added, "does that answer your questions?"
"So this was all a put on," Mark asked and added, "no studies? No business?"
"Don't be silly," Susan said and added, "there are studies and there is a business. A huge business and we, that is you and I, are 20% of it. There are four other couples doing the same exact thing and what just happened to us happened to them in much the same way, but ignore them for a bit. Look Mark, you are 18 years old. I'm 38. I'm pretty well off, you're nearly broke and we're both at our sexual peek. How would you have brought us together," Susan said.
"I don't know," Mark said.
"Exactly," Susan said and added, "so the women I met devised this cleverly contrived scheme whereby a mature woman ,that's me, and an immature young man ,that's you, could come together. They would do so in what would be a highly unlikely and clearly incomparable way made oddly compatibe to produce a methodology for a long term study on diapers for the aged. Right?"
"Right," Mark said and added, "but...."
"And, Susan said holding her hand up to stop Mark and added, "and.... correct me if I'm wrong, but we both are outside society's norms leaving us with each other, while making it appear we're now perfectly matched, and damn if she wasn't right because in under just a few hours, a couple actually, you were outstanding in bed, and you're wearing a diaper, or was I wrong about that?"
"No, you were right about that," Mark said and added, "you were awesome."
"Good, now why don't we go and work out a schedule on how to keep you in diapers as often as we can while you attend school, keep a social life and on occasion allow me the pleasure of unpinning your diaper for something other than just to change it," Susan said smiling.
"That's just it Susan," Mark said suddenly feeling honest as he turned to follow and added, "I'm not sure I can even walk without.... you know... getting excited."
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Designs For Living - Part 10
"Now tell me that's not the most wonderful of problems to have," Susan said and then she stopped, turned and closed the distance to kiss him on his cheek as she added, "and clearly I've made the right choice," Susan said.
Mark smiled.
"As for that exciting part.... we've got plenty of diapers and we can have sex almost anywhere. Even a good vibrator could take care of your immediate needs, especially if I'm driving it, and in an emergency you'd be amazed what a rubber glove and baby oil can feel like. Trust me, I know," Susan added.
"Oh man Susan," Mark said as shook his head and added, "now I'm the one that's very glad over the choice I made.
"So I'm guessing we've got you past the worse part," Susan asked and then added, "and now for the really serious part... we're going to need your schedule for school and that's in four parts: Actual classes, office and counselors, and study hall or library if you know them with the fourth your schools sports and social calendar if you're interested,"
"Why that level of detail," Mark said.
"So we can work around your social life as much as possible. And if we can't don't worry because we should build in a kind of ad lib factor as well. Let's be flexible enough that we can stop what we're doing with the study to have a life," Susan said.
"But what if I wanted some of the time in diapers to be part of my life," Mark asked.
"Then by all means put a category on the calendar that says exactly that and begin filling in a little of the details on what that might mean. To be honest, it makes my stomach flutter a little when you said that so lets make that a discussion over coffee after we've mapped out our testing schedule," Susan said.
"What's our testing schedule look like.
"Actually, we can coordinate a lot of it with your school time. Like study time could be in diapers or for example if your reading you could do it on a baby blanket maybe. This might sound silly but instead of a glass of juice what say I put your juice in a baby's bottle and you read your book drinking it on your back? Those kinds of things, small as they are, could cram a lot of diaper time into school time," Susan said crossing her fingers.
Mark had an odd look on his face. It could go either way, Susan decided.
"Interesting notion. So on that baby bottle part? I can see that. But.... I mean that makes sense for testing, but would there be time... this is kind of hard to say, but would there be time when you might be holding it? I mean what if the book was a little bigger and I needed both hands to read, that kind of thing," Mark said and added after a nervous pause, "just wondering."
"Okay, what about this? What about those times when there is no book at all. I mean I'm thinking there might even be a time when you just might want to be held and say be fed from a real baby's bottle right after you've actually been pinned into a fresh diaper," Susan said and then added, "say right after we've had this really great sex and all you want to do is suc-k on a soft rubber nipple and get your diaper gently rubbed till you fell asleep."
"Oh yes," Mark whispered with his eyes closed.
"Okay, so I guess there's no scheduling for that, we'll just keep bottles of juice in the fridge that we can use when we need them. Meanwhile I'll start putting together the calendar for the studies that will bring us up to the meeting Gail is planning. She wants a corporate getter in about 6 to 8 week from now," Susan said and added, "while you do your school planning."
"Okay," Mark said taking sudden pleasure just from sitting as the tip of his erection, already too sensitive slid within the soft cotton of the diaper. Mark's eyes glazed and closed by half as he suddenly ejaculated unintentionally. It was Mark clamping his jaws that Susan noticed.
"You know, I'm wondering if we might think about adding a baby's pacifier to the list. At least till you get use to your diapers," Susan said and added, "what do you think?"
"Might be a good idea," Mark whispered after a long pause as he added with a grin, "and I might need another change."
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Designs For Living - Part 11
"You know what else? I'm thinking it might be better to fashion a few tee-shirts that fall just a little short of your diaper sets," Susan said as she added, "In fact, let's do that. Come with me for a second and I'll get a chest length."
Mark stood and followed Susan back down the hall but past the utility room with the washer towards another door and into a fairly large room that was clearly used for sewing. On a table were several mannequin form with just the lower torsos. Most wearing diapers, all different, although at the very end of the table two of them were covered in ruffled panties.
There were free standing mannequins, four of them had other style baby clothes on with two wearing tee shirts that came down and snapped at the crouch The other two were wearing what was clearly baby dresses: One dress a bishop style with no waist, the other a high waisted party dress style. Everything Mark noticed could easily fit. He got seriously nervous.
"What are you doing with these things," Mark asked when he couldn't stand it any longer.
"Have you been on Ebay," Susan asked and added, "I say that regarding fetish clothes that is. Seems to be a large market for these kinds of things and I was experimenting with labor and material cost against the average selling prices I've seen so far. Pretty good profit if you can define a style attractive enough that hits the right price point. I think it's design with the baby look as the key."
"Is this part of our study," Mark asked nervously.
"The girlish stuff," Susan asked and added, "why, are you interested?"
"What? Me? NO! Absolutely not," Mark said quickly. Maybe too quickly Susan wondered.
"It's okay and the answer is no, none of the girlish stuff is intended for our studies. I am thinking of including those onesies though. Those are the tee-shirts that have the snap crouch. Anyway, lets get your chest length," Susan said finding her sewing measuring tape as she added when she found it, "here, turn and raise your arms."
Mark lifted his arms and turned to face the ruffled panties which gave him a moment to look at the ruffled lace sewn into the nylon panty that appeared to be sewn over a pair of plastic vinyl panties. Both pair, one in pink nylon with white lace and the other in white nylon with pink lace were pulled on and set over diapers.
What Mark had missed the first time but could see now was another pair of panties. That third pair of panties were bloomer style.... no, not bloomers per se but a kind of bubble style with a ruffle around the bottom of each leg. Laying next to those was a top but he couldn't make out the style of the top other than it seem to match the color and likely style of those bubble panties.
"What's that third panty for," Mark asked genuinely curious and then asked, "looks like a big bubble?"
"I'm not sure, which? Oh, yes, the bubble. That's what they are called: Bubble panties. They went with baby doll tops back in the 1950s. Wore those styles when I was a little girl. I mean not that far back and the panties were more like bloomers when I wore them. Got the pattern on Ebay and made these. I'm converting some patterns for baby doll nightgowns into adult baby dresses," Susan said.
"Wow, you really are getting into this," Mark said.
"Mostly it's experimenting with styles. I'm kind of taking what was cute through the years and seeing what can translate to adult baby wear," Susan said and then added, "go ahead and take that tee shirt off and let me see what it looks like shortened."
Mark removed his tee no longer self conscious of her seeing him in just his diaper and plastic panties and surprised at how easily he'd overcome his inhibitions in so short a time. He watched Susan move to a large square table and pick up a fairly large pair of scissors that she used to cut the tee after smoothing it out and measuring it.
Susan walked over to a fairly sophisticated sewing machine, pressed some buttons, turned a knob, a dial, just before sitting the tee shirt under the foot and raised needle and suddenly the machine came alive. The speed that the tee passed through while she folded it was surprising to Mark and it only took a second before Susan was snipping the threads.
"Here, try this on," Susan said handing his tee shirt back.
Mark pulled the tee shirt on and when he pulled it down it stopped short about three inches from the waist of his diaper and plastic panties. There was a tilt mirror on a stand that Susan turned on a pivot for Mark to look at. If he was wearing baby shoes it would have completed the image. The shortened tee had transformed his look from ordinary to babyish instantly.
"Needs and iron on bunny," Susan said and then added, "I'm just not sure of the color?"
"What," Mark asked turning from the mirror.
"Mark, I know how you feel about that other stuff but I was wondering....." Susan said smiling as she ran her hand over the baby dress on her way back from the sewing machine.
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Designs For Living - Part 12
"Wondering about what," Mark answered as he stood in front of the mirror and admired the shortened tee shirt. He was also glancing back at the ruffled panties and dresses wondering what sort of guy might even consider wearing such things without realizing he'd once thought the same about guys dressing as babies.
"I've been experimenting with a diaper that wicks moisture away from the skin better," Susan said.
"Wicking? You mean like a candle," Mark asked.
"In a sense, yes," Susan said and added, Moisture wicking fabric is designed to pull or wick sweat or perspiration or in our case urine away from the body though capillary action. These micro fibers or denser fabrics laid over less dense fabrics work together to manage what I call moisture performance. It's not a perfect system and repeated wettings can defeat the system but with a diaper worn in a normal setting I think it can work pretty well. Trouble is I'm not sure without the testing and now, thanks to you, I have that tester."
"So it's not just cotton," Mark asked.
"No. Actually I can show you the diaper that I've created and if you're up for it, I don't see any reason not to test it along with all the other test," Susan noted.
"Sounds good to me," Mark said.
"Let me grab a few of those and we can go back to your room and get you changed," Susan said and added, "and while you are working on your schedule I'll grab a few of your tee shirts and start shortening them. Sound okay?"
"Sounds good," Mark said watching Susan go to a cabinet, open it and take a moment to move through several stacks of diapers. When she was satisfied that she had the right pile she counted down six and grabbed those and followed Mark out of the room. Susan followed Mark into his room.
"Ready to be changed," Susan asked.
"Yes," Mark said as Susan sat the other five diapers down on his dresser and walked to his bed with the sixth. As soon as she opened it Mark knew something was different because the first thing was the pink color as he added, "I don't want to complain or anything but I'm not sure I'm ready for pink diapers Susan."
"I forgot about boys and their paranoia. Can I ask a favor, at least for today? I mean for later at least. I only used the pink nylon and satins because I had the fabric on hand. Yards of it. I didn't actually give it much thought that a guy would object so strenuously. When I get a chance I'll make a half dozen of these with blue nylon and satin, okay," Susan asked.
"Sounds kind of silly," Mark said as he added, "like saying a blue dress is more masculine that a pink dress?"
"Mark, that's really very astute of you, but if the color really is a hang up I can change it. Look why not true them and see how they feel then we can work on the color," Susan said.
"Fair enough," Mark said as Susan moved close to lower his baby pants and unpin his diaper. With his baby pants around his ankle his diaper immediately fell when Susan unpinned one of the diaper pins. A baby wipe brought his erection back the instant she started cleaning him and that started the moment he laid over the new diaper with the nylon sewn over the satin.
The diaper was actually three layers Mark discovered: Cotton, satin with the dull side facing the cotton and what Susan told him was lingerie nylon layered over the shimmering side of the satin. Mark really didn't feel anything when he laid over it till Susan brought the powdered layers up between his thighs to rest over his genitals.
Mark couldn't help but gasp as the pastel pink nylon softly rubbed over the matching satin. There was the tiniest of rustles but Mark hardly noticed as Susan, with every move slid the nylon satin combination over his erection. His tip, every time the nylon touched it, sent an electrifying pulse of pleasure through him and he jerked involuntarily.
"This isn't going to work is it," Susan asked as she carefully laid her hand over the outline of Mark's erection to begin slowly masturbating him as she added, "here, let's take care of this first, then I can put you in clean diaper with a little less stress."
Mark's grunt and closed eyes was taken as a yes.
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Designs For Living - Part 13
Susan felt enjoyably diabolical as she continued to slowly masturbate her young lover. She found herself growing terribly horny herself as she slid her hand along the unpinned diaper and watching Mark react as she reached his tip and circled it each time. It was during the down stroke that she gently took his hand and guided it along her leg to her panties and under the elastic.
Mark got the hint and probed till he took was massaging her own sweet spot. The silence was filled only with soft occasional grunts and moans till Mark shivered and stiffened to match Susan's. It wasn't so much Mark's control as Susan's that brought them to climax together and it was glorious as Mark's light rasping slowed to normal.
"All that time waisted having normal sex, Mark whispered in a sarcastic but happy tone.
"Tell me about it," Susan said and added as she prepared another diaper to put Mark into, "and imagine your body enchased in such sweetness that you shiver with every step you take."
"How's that," Mark asked and then added, "wait, maybe I shouldn't ask."
"I have what I call my sensuous sweetness training outfits," Susan said and added, "Outfits kind of like this diaper that maximize the qualities of sweetness to maximized the sensuousness for people who have never experiences such things."
"Like guys," Mark said.
'Like guys," Susan said and added, "I've always felt so sad that guys never had the same opportunities we've had so when I was doing all of these designs, I played with an outfit that literally layered the sweetness."
"What does that even mean," Mark said.
"Better to show you," Susan said
"You're just trying to get me into a dress," Mark said.
"You'll end up in a dress, but say the work and you'll be out of it even faster," Susan said and added, "it's really very comfortable and intended just to give you a hint of what every girl in the world knows for all of their lives."
"And what's that," Mark asked.
"To find that out you'll have to join us, even for just a few seconds," Susan said and then added, "interested?"
"Seriously, will if feel like this diaper," Mark asked as the silken layer rubbing over the satin made him jump a little as Susan brought it over his still sensitive tip."
"More," Susan said.
"For just a few seconds and then off," Mark said.
"There are three garments," Susan said.
"Three," Mark asked.
"Those rumba panties and you can pick the pink nylon with the white ruffles or the white nylon with the pink ruffles. The layered full training slip and the training dress. You have to let me put you into all three once you're in your diaper. Okay?"
"Fair enough," Mark said and added, "the pink. I mean the pink panty with the white ruffles."
"Excellent choice. Susan said walking out of the room. She was gone for a moment and returned holding those very same ruffled panties he had sworn he would never wear laying in an unpinned diaper lined in the same fabric glimmering in the light that matched the color. He smiled at the irony of it all as Susan laid those next to his diaper before she draped what he thought were two dresses over a chair.
"Is one of those a slip," Mark asked as Susan bent to finish pinning him into his diaper.
"Training slip and Training dress," Susan said
"How many days have we been doing this," Mark asked and then shivered a little as Susan slid the diaper slightly sideways to bring the sides together to pin the diaper closed.
"Just today so far," Susan said and added, "why?"
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Designs For Living - Part 14
Before I answer that Susan can I ask you a question," Mark asked.
"Actually honey, no. I mean not yet. First I want to dress you and then we can sit and talk all you want," Susan said and added, "okay?"
"Afraid I'll say no," Mark asked.
"Not really. It's just that a lot of your questions will be answered once you're in these things," Susan said.
"Fair enough. You know why I'm doing this," Mark said.
"I'm not sure," Susan said.
"Actually because I kind of trust you now and so far I've had the best sex ever.... the weirdest, no doubt about that, but the best hands down," Mark said and then added with a snicker, "and you'll never see any of it on any of my social networks."
"Fair enough and for that same record Mark the sex had been about as good as it can get and it is hard to believe it's only been a day. Now, then bring your legs up and I'll get you into your panties," Susan said.
"Exactly! Not even twenty four hours and I'm in a diaper lined in pink satin and lingerie nylon about to be put into a pair of pink rumba panties that match a slip and dress that I swore I'd never wear ever," Mark said and then added, "might as well go dig out a baby's bottle and hair bow and let's do this right."
"First your panties honey," Susan said gathering the rumba panties she picked up from the bed after a gentle rub over the front of Mark's diaper just to fluff him a bit. Mark of course instantly reacted and Susan smiled at the sudden bulge that appeared.
"You'll pay for that my pretty," Mark said mimicking the witch in the Wizard of Oz. It made him laugh as he added, "oops, isn't that your line?"
"I think it is my pretty," Susan said helping Mark to stand as she added, "now put your hands up partner and hand me your wallet."
"Funny," Mark said.
"Thank you, now hold your arms up and prepare yourself to be enchased in sweetness," Susan said moving over with the double layered slip as she gathered it as she added, "what I've done is fashioned this similar to a vintage baby doll top with the first layer a 60 denier layer of lingerie nylon under a 20 denier sheer layer of nylon with satin straps. There, how does that feel?"
"Seriously smooth," Mark said.
"Now, run your hand over the top layer so it moves over the bottom layer first, then move the layers so they both move over your chest," Susan said.
"Awesome," Mark said and then added, "why can't they make something for boys that feels like this?"
"I just did," Susan said and added, "you're wearing it."
"That's right," Mark said and then added, "here, help me into that BOY'S DRESS."
"See, now you're catching on," Susan said bringing the dress over and letting it cascade over Mark's head. Mark was now covered in a new layer of satin with that layer covered in chiffon. It was an adorable baby dress in every way but size and Mark knew it as he moved back to the mirror.
Susan came up from behind turned Mark just a little and gathered the layers in her hands delicately as a mother might her little girl and slowly lifted the hems till the panties began to show. She continued till the first bit of ruffle came into view just below the lace of the dress. The puffy sleeve framed Mark's face, the fluffiness of the dress itself caught Susan entirely by surprise.
"What," Mark said as Susan bent to gently bite Mark's ear. Susan wordlessly let his dress and slips fall and took his hand to lead him back to the bed. Mark, worried a tiny bit over her silence lost that and instantly went from firm to rock hard as she gently guided him to sit and lay back.
"Lift your dress and slips precious, mommy wants you very badly and I need to pull your ruffled panties down to unpin your diaper," Susan said slipping both hand under the layers hiding his treasures.
"I can't remember," Mark suddenly said.
"What," Susan asked.
"What I wanted to ask you," Mark said gathering his skirts to his chest as he felt the tug on his ruffled panties.
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Designs For Living - Part 15
Mark couldn't see with the gathering nylon, sheers and satin building over his chest. His hands were buried in the layers of silky material, but he could imagine what was happening as he felt the tug of his panties to his knees now exposing his diaper. That too grew free when a diaper pin came open and then he felt Susan mounting him hardening him more as she smiled down at him.
First she appeared above his slips and dress, then suddenly his tip found that slick warmth taking him slowly, fully, a push, a firm pleasant slide, her gasp. He pushed back against her, they pushed, stayed together a moment, parted, pushed in again... a rhythm began as Mark hugged his girlish clothes even tighter.
"I'm a sissy," Mark whispered with his eyes shut tightly and said it again but added with a , "and a baby."
"No sweetheart, my sissy baby man," Susan added as she thrust harder and a little faster. Her breath coming faster.
Their love making was the best ever and lasted the longest before they both joined tightly one last time to a soft shuddering climax. Susan bent at the waist with Mark still inside as Mark wrapped his arms around her smothering his slips and dress against him. Their breathing slowed and came back to normal.
"What was I so afraid of," Mark whispered into Susan's ear bringing Susan's face around to his.
"Same thing that made me almost not want to do this with some strange boy... The unknown. Now known," Susan said and added, "and that lovely boy not so strange now."
"So, what other surprises do you have waiting for me," Mark asked enthusiastically this time.
"Ready for a new dress? I mean a seriously adorable, cute, I mean the cultist little girlish dress you'll ever see kind of dress," Susan asked, and added, "lacy, ruffled socks, black patent Mary Jane shoes, a petticoated slip that makes the one you're wearing amateurish. A wig that Shirley Temple herself would love to wear and a hair bow to die for? That's some of it."
"Some of it," Mark asked smiling as he added, "what's left?"
"Seriously," Susan said and added, "oh Mark, honey. There is your preparation. That's going to take a little liquid hair remover, a really good razor to get those few stragglers that insist on marring your adorable face and a really good soak with Johnson's Baby Bath, baby Lotion, baby powder, a pair of panties, a diaper lined in satin, ruffled panties lined in soft plastic and that's before I teach you how girls play with makeup.
And that's it," Mark said feeling himself growing again in spite of their loving making having ended only minutes before.
"Oh, is all of this exciting my little sissy baby," Susan asked.
"Maybe," Mark said trying to imagine the things Susan was describing as he caressed the layers he was still clutching as he asked. "you said little girlish dress I've ever seen?"
"I've made you four dresses so far two that I found that match what you'd see on a little girl, a very sweet little girl that might be going to a party, and two that I'd put on a baby girl if I was dressing her up to take to grandmother's house. One in pink, one in a pastel yellow.
"So I'll be wearing diapers with both," Mark asked.
"Not sure yet," Susan said looking suddenly very serious as she touched his nose with her finger and added, "while I"m training you I might allow you to wear little girl panties until you mess them, then of course you'll go back into diapers. However, If you go back into diapers now I'm afraid you'll be nursing a baby's bottle or a pacifier".
"But I'm sure to mess panties if you're playing with me in some way or another," Mark said as he pushed himself inside her warmth.
"Yes poor thing, but I think you like the idea of panty rubs don't you? Besides, it makes putting on your lipstick a lot more fun, right?"
"Lipstick," Mark said as he felt himself harden even more within Susan as he whispered, "there is no end to this."
"I'll take that reaction of yours for a definite yes," Susan said snickering as she began to move again.
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Designs For Living - Part 16
Mark was exhausted as he laid there reminiscing, He had late that morning. Susan had reviewed several types of diapers and baby pants for senior citizens like the All-In-One and the fitted diapers, then those plastic panties... none of which should have mattered.... yet it did. All of it did. Then that wet spot she noticed. Next thing he knows he's having sex, ending up in one of those diapers. In a diaper, within an hour? Hello?
Snap on baby pants, his own tee shirt turned into a baby's tee and that turns out to be the least of his worries. She's made rumba panties. Ruffled baby pants for adults... No, that's not accurate either because he found out he's the adult and those go with dresses... for him. And she's talking about baby bottles and pacifiers, for him, while he's doing homework and then she springs that cursed satin and nylon lined diaper on him.
She's a witch he mused with a smile. A damn witch she's using sex and before he could catch his breath she seduced him again and boom, he's in damn dress". A dress? She had him in a dress over a slip and he even picked the ruffled panties in under three hours? And now this...
"You are a witch," Mark whispered as she patted him dry with the large pink towel. Before that she'd had him stand in her shower while she added that god awful smelling hair remover while she shaved his face first then a lady safety razor for under his arms before the warm water rinsed his clean.
He found it hard to believe he was that smooth but his hands didn't lie as she started his baby bath and he could have stay in there for the rest of his life... until the baby soap that is... and what was the count so far? Four? Sex with her twice? Masturbated one with that satin diaper and then the soap? Yep, Four
"What honey," Susan asked twisting the baby powder open before she began with Mark's shoulders.
"I Said you are a witch," Mark said grinning adding, "how else is this possible?"
"Perhaps because it's not as bad as you've imagined it might be," Susan said.
"True," Mark said.
"Now put the pacifier back in so you stop grinding your teeth," Susan said as she used a large powder puff and worked her way down his back to his bottom. By the time Susan stood straight up again Mark was dusted white from the neck to his toes.
"Which diaper this time," Mark asked as he felt himself growing firm the instant the thought of being diapered came to mind.
"Diaper? No diaper precious. Big girl clothes. You get lacy, frothy, panties," Susan said moving out for a brief moment only to return with panties in hand.
"Wait? Are those your's," Mark asked.
"No, they're custom," Susan said.
"So you did make those for me," Mark said.
"Actually, I would have made these for someone which as it happens turned out to be you," Susan said.
"Never seen the likes. Although to be honest I haven't seen many panties," Mark said.
"Two layers precious, like most things I make for a male learning about the female. One layer next to the skin, the other for rubbing over the other. Here, this has a lingerie nylon that rest against your skin and your little member and the other layer is a nice chiffon. All the lace around the waist and legs is on the chiffon. Here step into them and you tell me if these work," Susan said.
Mark stepped in and the instant they came up so did he... fully.
"Susan," Mark whisper as she traced the outline of his erection over the panties before she made a full gentle pressing pass over them with her palm as she added, "now these go with an adorable training bra."
"Not much need for a bra," Mark said.
"Not much of a bra. Just a hint so you get use to the notion," Susan said leaving and returning with a bra clearly made to match the panties. It was adorably flat and definitely little girlish as she helped him into it. It rested against his chest as she moved to the back and gently drew the two edges together but not before sliding it back and forth first.
"What's inside," Mark asked feeling his teats growing firm under the sliding satin.
"Satin covered foam padding to tease," Susan said and added, "feels good doesn't it?"
"It does," Mark said.
"Feeling a little bit girlish," Susan asked.
'Yes, why," Mark said as she turned him towards her vanity. He hadn't paid much attention to that part of her fur nature till now realizing as he did so that the wig was clearly more suited for him than for her, but for the sake of his ego he had to ask, "is that wig for me or for you?"
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Designs For Living - Part 17
"Blond, bouncy curls, cute little pink bow? Silly question. Who do you think it belongs to honey," Susan asked kissing him from behind as she finished turning him towards the vanity.
"So now it begins," Mark said.
"So now it continues honey," Susan said putting her hand on Mark's hips to guide him to the vanity bench. Mark's walk itself moved the panty layers in a delightfully different way and his skin, smoothed and powdered felt wonderful as he sat. Susan took up a small folding chair that was sitting next to the vanity and fixed it so she could be facing Mark. Susan sat.
"Do I put it on or do you," Mark asked no longer trying to hide his excitement.
"The wig or makeup? For this first session I'm sort of your spirit guide or mommy if you will. So I'll do both first," Susan said as she picked up a sponge and a small container of foundation cover up.
'Wait? Makeup," Mark said.
"Makeup honey. Sugar and spice and everything nice is just the foundation of a girl. On top of that are layers that make a girl 'girlish' which boys can share. Of those are the silks and satins for texture, although cottons and plastic for the little girls. Then waxes and powders for color. In this case you've been kept in cottons and plastic or diapers and baby pants, next is the silks and satins, now is the colorful waxes and powders," Susan said and added, "can't experience the sensations of girlish without all the layers."
Mark watched Susan do her magical transformation. His face grew smoother as she blended his facial color first, then highlighted it so his cheek bones grew slightly larger while his neck appeared smaller. She made his cheeks rosy with a blusher. She outlined his eye lids with a pencil and shadowed his eyes with a lavender powder above his lashes after they were darkened with Mascara.
Each step made him pulse as if connected to the makeup in someway when it touched him. Susan's breath when she drew near to paint him a girl was like she was making love to him. His hands folded in his lap were not idle as he allowed his thumbs a little movement to stroke a painfully hard awareness of his transformation.
Then Susan picked up the lipstick and holding in front of his face twisted the golden case. He watched mesmerized as the pink wax slid up as a small organ might erecting rigid from a sheath before she moved it to touch his lips. She pursed her own lips for him to mimic her and he did so as she slid the tube over him. He could feel it as well as smell a hint of it.
"One layer a base, for the little girl's face. Another for color just like her mother and the last that goes missing when the little girl starts kissing," Susan said drawing and blotting each layer.
"What," Mark asked.
"Just a silly little poem for little girls to remember when doing their makeup," Susan said leaning back after the third layer of lipstick. The only thing left was Mark's wig and when Susan moved back Mark was able to see himself in the vanity's mirror. The poem forgotten as he saw the obvious boy with a girl's face sitting in his training bra and tented panties. The obvious combination creating a contradiction that oddly excited him as Susan replaced his hands with her's, "let me do that honey."
"What," Mark said as he let his hands fall to his sides.
"Just one second," Susan said moving to pick the wig up.
She brought it over and had Mark look at her as she fitted it to his head. She fused with it for a moment, then fused with the ringlets before fussing with the bow. Mark looking straight at the mirror could only see the sides of the bow but it was enough. Mark was no long seeing any hint of a boy now with the wig in place and Susan had returned her hand.
"So pretty. Such a cute little girl you are. Look at her precious," Susan said as her fingers clad in long deep red nails stroked the sides of Mark's erection to a renewed hardness he hadn't felt since his first diapering. The sensation of the chiffon sliding over the silken lingerie nylon coupled with the image of Susan's hand and words....
"Am I really that pretty," Mark said trying desperately to put off what he knew was impossible. He couldn't believe his eyes and yet there was still that dress he had yet to see.
"Can you stand another moment," Susan asked.
"I... I think so," Mark stammered.
"Wait," Susan said getting up from her chair and returning it to the side of the vanity and encouraging Mark to stand. She moved him back so he was standing facing the closet before she walked over and opened the door. The dress, at least three times wider at the base than at the top was in the same pink as his bow and lipstick and started rusting the instant Susan lifted it from the closet.
Susan was fussing with one arm under the skirts and petticoats as she removed it from the hanger and raised it above Mark's head. When it was high enough she had Mark lift his arms and put them into the dress through the bottom before lifting it fully overhead to carefully guide it past his bow and hair. The dress was layers of lacy petticoats already attached with the first a soft nylon and lace.
As the dress settled Susan fused like a mother, first with the skirt shifting the waist at the hips, then the puffy sleeves and collar before moving behind to slid the zipper from his waist to just below his neck. The dress was a bridal satin under a layer of chiffon lined in taffeta with the taffeta only there to give it swish Susan had decided and it did - loudly. The wide sash was transformed into a large bow.
"Very girly," Susan said leaving Mark for the closet.
Susan returned from the closet and had Mark turn facing the large mirror and the image almost made him cry it was so adorable as she guided his lacy socks on before his Mary Jane shoes. She fixed the second shoe in place and Mark have expected her then to rise but instead he felt his panties come down in the front as Susan slipped under his dress.
The moistening was instant and there was no doubt her intent as the warmth made that clear. Mark's legs stiffened and his back arched slightly as he daintily took his dress in each hand and attempted to assist her in some way by holding the layers out.
Susan was hidden beneath Mark's layers of dress and petticoats but Mark knew every move as each was made. Each time she drew him from his smooth base to the very end he wanted to scream something, anything only to put his head back in silence. She pulled in slow forceful silence as Mark reached an uncontrollable finish he didn't think possible - again, once more giving her another moan.
"Incredible," Mark whispered. Mark wanted to fall back on the bed as Susan replaced his panties, fussed with his slips and skirt and stood once again in front of him smiling.
"So, now that I've satisfied all of your urges and overcome most of your objections, any other reasons not to play dress up for your lady friend," Susan asked.
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Designs For Living - Part 18
"Reasons? Objections? Questions? Me? After that? Are you kidding Susan? I'm not sure I can even move? Susan, my legs are like rubber, my heart is beating it's way out of my chest and look at me! I'm dressed like the perfect vision of a little girl and just before that I was in diapers under panties with ruffles," Mark said laughing as he added," what can even be left?"
"Well, first your penny, so you can actually do some chores," Susan said going back to the closet. The pinafore was a crisp white ruffled cotton looking more like another dress that she slipped over his own dress before she tied it at the back into a second large bow to match the first. On the hanger with the penny was a ruffled cap not too unlike a shower cap that she added after removing his bow.
"That's funny," Mark said looking at himself and adding, like a little girl version of a maid.
"Exactly," Susan said and added, "something for you to wear while you learn the basics precious. We're going to be living together and one of the things a sissy really needs to learn to do, besides looking sissy is being sissy when doing chores and one of your chores will be that bathroom you were prepared in. So under the sink are pink gloves and tools in a bucket and a paper explaining what to do and I'll be in the kitchen cleaning it," Susan said.
"Wait? You're serious! How am I suppose to clean dressed like this," Mark asked.
"My point," Susan said before added, "and all the nuances of that are noted on the paper besides using the cleaning agents around such a pretty dress."
"You realize this is very weird right," Mark said.
"New, different, yes. I'll admit to that," Susan said as she added, "weird? No."
Mark went to the bathroom, found the plastic box with the cleaning agents, brushes and the paper in a plastic cover. There were shoe covers even as he slipped those on. The instructions showed him how to extend one hand after gathering his skirts and slips first to hold them between his legs.
It was slightly c-umbersome, awkward, but he noticed it was also feminine, girlish so her persisted. It took him an hour. He was very careful and bundled the towels he used for cleaning to the laundry room before standing at the bathroom door and smiling. He had even lit a scented candle before turning for the kitchen.
"Susan, I'm ready for you to check the bathroom," Mark said proudly.
"Really," Susan said turning with a baby bottle she held that she was wiping with a dish towel. It was filled with juice Mark guessed was grape only because the container was sitting next to several more baby bottles already filled. There were pink pacifiers on a paper towel and a fairly large bib with a pink cover decorated with baby animals laying alongside. On the kitchen table were several stacks of diapers and piles of plastic pants.
"What are you doing," Mark said getting excited as he looked at all the things he began to inventory that he hoped were for him.
"Getting ready to begin our testing," Susan said.
"I thought that had already began," Mark said.
"Not really," Susan said and added, "mostly we've spent the time getting to know each other and getting over our shyness and your hesitation about... you know... wearing certain things which I think we've accomplished fairly well don't you?"
"Understatement," Mark said snickering, lifted his skirts with both hands and did a terrible imitation of a curtsey.
"We're going to need to work on that precious," Susan said before adding, "no, mostly this weekend is for you and me to play and I intend for us to play as much as we can in as many ways as we can so when Monday comes we can both happily see it as an opportunity to work and rest a little."
"But there are a lot of baby bottles there," Mark said.
"And you'll be nursing everyone of them if I have a say in what you do for the rest of this weekend," Susan said moving closer to mark. She had put his hair bow on the kitchen table and stepped closer to remove his maid cap to replace it with the pink satin hair bow and with that done turned him to untie the pinafore that she draped over the chair.
Susan took Mark's hand and they walked back towards the bathroom where Susan left him at the door while she inspected it with a critical eye. She was actually amazed at how well he'd done.
"Good job precious," Susan said turning to close the distance between them to take his hand. She walked him to her room without another word till she reached her room and slid the closet door sideways, this time further than before. There was a soft pastel pink dress hanging. It wasn't as full as the one he was wearing and shorter but there was an attached petticoat. There was also a cute apron attached to the hanger and a hat similar to the one he had been wearing but in satin. Below the outfit were high heels with straps and then he saw the feather duster.
"So seriously, what is all this," Mark asked.
"You did such a good job cleaning that bathroom, I think I'm going to graduate you early to your maid's outfit," Susan said.
"Now I'm a maid," Mark asked.
"No! First and foremost, you'll be my student renter, that above all else is important for you. Next is my diaper tester for Research and Developer that is important to the company. Then there is the adult baby side who I might need to play with on occasion, you know, after the homework and testing has been done and set aside. Then I'm going to need the little helper, that sweet little girl standing there in front of me and finally the maid, that energetic young worker to help me care for things.... I have outfits for all and enough reasons to be in them," Susan said pushing herself against Mark as she reached behind to pull the zipper on his dress down as she added, "right now I'm wondering how wicked you'll look in heels and silk stockings?"
"You know something Susan," Mark said sounding exhausted.
"What precious," Susan asked.
"I beginning to think I'm not man enough to be your sissy," Mark said suddenly laughing. Susan began laughing... the laughter grew.
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Designs For Living - Part 19
The laughter became hysterical, tearful, Susan sat the dress on the bed to embrace Mark and Mark in turn embraced Susan as they both sank to the floor in near exhaustion. Their laughter diminishing as they continued their embrace, but it was becoming clear where they were headed as their kisses became wetter, more aggressive.
Mark was trying to gauge if he was even capable just as Susan reached his panties, and just as she did he realized he was. So too Susan as Mark also found her more than willing to open up to him as she warmed. There was an awkward moment when each tried taking the other's panties off with childish giggles their reward before giving up to let the other finish the tasks themselves.
This time Mark gently pushed Susan so she was laying on her back. She was in a Victorian silk blouse slightly opaque which teased a view of her slip and bra although Mark couldn't differentiate between the two because both were white and lacy. He did know she wore a full slip because he'd seen the slip go up with the skirt earlier and it did so again when he drew it back.
How odd that he would feel so masculine in his little dress and petticoats as he took command gathering his own slips and dress before she joined in the merger. Her soft, warm hand reached into his folds and guided him the last few inches but not before a small squeeze of pleasure. There was a slight wiggle, circling to a point as they pushed themselves together crushing his petticoats and skirt into her's.
"This is wonderfully insane," Mark whispered as he arched himself while tossing his head back from the pleasure it brought as his hands fluffed and tossed the slips.
"Magnificent madness," Susan echoed through the layers of her own clothes as her own hands kneaded his bottom while his slips slid over the backs.
"Will we ever have enough," Mark asked.
"I hope not," Susan answered.
"How many more outfits is there," Mark asked slowly melding the pleasure in with his new found passion hoping for new visions to mix with what he wore and the pink on the bed.
"Your little maid's outfit was the last, but you'll sleep in a baby dress tonight and..... Oh there... keep doing that precious," Susan said as Mark touched her deeply and added, "and we'll discuss all of this when we're done if you don't mind."
"Yes ma'am," Mark said returning to his own imaginings, but changing his fantasy to imagine him in his baby dress and in her lap, nursing a baby's bottle, instead of the maid's outfit getting spanked in his panties. The notion of him sliding over her nylons had almost been enough till she mentioned the baby dress which was now more than enough.
"Oh Mark," Susan moaned.
Mark deeply in thought was right behind Susan's soft moan as his body forced him to put everything else on hold for one final thrust and he too added a noise he wasn't sure was his. Now it was his turn to collapse over his skirt and slips. We've come full circle he mused as he fought to catch a breath.
He had lost count on the number of times he'd had sex since that first diaper.
"Can we forgo the maid's outfit and have something to eat," Mark asked and then added with a sheepish grin, "and maybe a nap?"
"That's funny," I was going to beg you for a moments rest myself. You're insatiable," Susan said.
"Me! It's you," Mark said bending to kiss her lightly on the forehead.
"Come on," Susan said pushing on his satiny chest as she added, "let's take all of his stuff off, shower each other clean, powder ourselves fresh, get you into a nice fresh diaper, and baby pants under something cute. Me into panties under something you'll like to caress nursing a baby's bottle and have a nice lunch. After that we can cuddle till we doze, how's that?"
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Designs For Living - Part 20
"Wait, what makes you think I'll tolerate being put back into a diaper," Mark said with his hands on his hips after they stood. his panties were still around his ankles and he looked like a petulant child until he broke down and snickered. He stepped out of his panties and began undressing.
Their clothing was in two bundles, Susan's bundle smaller because she wasn't in petticoats as they stepped from the long warm shower. Both had dried and powdered each other as promised. Susan flowery from a soft patting of Lov's Baby Soft, her favorite. Mark, baby fresh from Johnson's Baby Powder sprinkled head to toe by a large soft powder puff.
They were both wrapped in large pink towels and even that would have been forbidden just hours before which amazed Mark when the thought came. Susan slipped her hand into Mark's and invited him to her bed to sit while she went to her dresser and lifted a pair of panties, bra and a full slip after dropping the towel with her bundle of clothes.
The slip shimmered in the soft white light giving Mark pause and a moments thought, but no he mused. He was starved and while he was sure that deep down with a little fluffing he might call up the energy it would now be more work than pleasure. Although he smiled knowing he was already well past what he had even imagined he was capable of and was still blown away that it might be linked to what she was helping him into...
"Diapers," he said without realizing he'd said it.
"What," Susan said returning from the closet with a light Spring robe and mules.
"I'm trying to understand how dressing as a baby or little girl can have such an impact on me the way it has," Mark said.
"How quickly we forget," Susan said.
"What's that mean," Mark asked.
'Remember trying a blanket around your neck and pretending you could fly," Susan asked as she added, "maybe pretending you were Superman or Batman perhaps?"
"Yes, but I also remember I was about eight, and I was still making motorcycle sounds with playing cards on my bicycle," Mark said snickering.
"What you don't remember is also watching those little girls fluffing their dresses or peeking at the panties and wondering what they felt like on," Susan said.
"I never wondered that," Mark said.
"Right, and I never wondered what it was like for one of my dolls to latch on to one of my breast," Susan said before adding, "and now we can both stop fibbing and actually stop wondering. Mark, what is happening now is we are both discovering how easy it is to experiment. Uninhibited"
"That's true," Mark said as he watched Susan lay a diaper on the bed and with an expertise he admired fold it into a recognizable shape before she patted and smiled an invitation. Mark's reaction was immediate and amazed him once again as he moved to the bed, turned and said over the soft cotton before laying back and spreading his legs over it.
"Don't move honey, I'll be right back," Susan said as she turned and walked from the bedroom leaving Mark curious but comfortable to do what she asked. She was gone for only a moment and in her hand was one of the soft pink baby bottles she had been filling with grape juice as she added as she teased the soft rubber nipple against Mark's lips, "here we go precious."
Mark did another amazing thing in that moment he saw the baby bottle... as his erection throbbed excitedly. Moreover, the instant a drop of grape juice touched his lips and he licked it free the nipple slipped into his mouth giving him an immediate sense of something he wasn't sure he could put a word to as he put both hands around the normal size bottle.
Susan had left the room again only to return a moment later unfolding a cute normal size baby blanket in a soft looking pastel pink fleece edged in a wide pink satin that she extended to Mark who had to use one hand to take the blanket while holding the baby bottle with the other.
"Rub the satin edge against your cheek while you nurse the bottle and I'll finish putting you into your diaper and baby panties sweets," Susan said as she moved back to between Mark's legs and his diaper. She had folded the large rectangle so both sides were brought in enough that she had tripled the layers she was now pinning closed.
Susan watched Mark's eyes slowly glaze and take on that faraway look. Susan had been told that this was actually the first stage of hypnosis or more precisely use now to make suggestions which was what Susan wanted as she closed the second diaper pin, bent and whispered, "you make such a cute baby."
Mark, was far away, very far away as he moved the silky satin over his smooth cheek and rhythmically kneaded the soft rubber nipple to squeezed little drops of juice from his baby bottle. He heard the voice, knew deep down it was Susan but the rational that it was Susan his partner of late didn't surface.
What did surface was the touch of his diaper near the high part of his thighs inside. Susan's fingers sliding around his waist, the softness of his diaper, a lingering smell of baby powder, the baby blanket in his hand, that fleece and a new rational swirling in a fog as the words formed around a face looking down at him: "you make such a cute baby".
"Am I a baby," Mark asked the voice.