Karma, Part 1

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Part 5   

Mark was remembering.  There were several unnerving rumors among Mark’s male peers that Mark’s female coworkers began insisting that size didn’t matter... that a pe_nis didn’t even matter.  One particular macho male hearing that and attempting to repair a slightly shattered ego insisted several women compare him to Mark.  That man hollered across the cafeteria asking no one in particular for that comparison and unfortunately got it, anonymously, when someone hollered Mark’s name. 

Mark was remembering that vague recollection of events as he watched Greta’s bre_ast heave up and down above him.  He could make her very happy he thought.  He was going to share those memories with Greta and started to but suddenly decided not to.  He didn’t dare.

Mark saw the baby bottles then, and the thrill came instantly knowing the time it might take to go through both.  Obviously she had made them to feed him laying down which also meant she believed he was getting dizzy.  If he told her about his adult exploits he wouldn’t get those baby bottles.

If he shared those memories of what came to him just then he might not get a fresh diaper.  Maybe no diapers after that.  No diapers, no baby bottles.  No.  He would hold off telling Greta about what was coming back.  He wanted his diaper changed and he still had the upper hand. Now he was going to try something newer once again.

“I had a nightmare,”  Mark said sounding sad as Greta lowered the crib’s side.  She had placed the two baby bottles on the dresser before coming to the crib.

“You did,”  Greta said and then asked. “what about honey?”

“I don’t remember but it scared me a lot,”  Mark said and then added, “can I lay in your lap and take the bottle?”

“Of course you can,”  Greta said.  It could have been from that morning Greta wondered as she added, “come on, let’s get you changed and then I’ll hold you.  You must be starved.  I made one with formula.  Let’s make sure you don’t get dizzy and I’ll feed you in the rocking chair.  Would you like that?”

Mark nodded.  He couldn't believe this was happening.  She came over with another diaper as he handed her the empty bottle he’d just finished while avoiding too much movement.   She took that baby bottle and sat it with the two full ones.   The diaper he wore was soaked.

Mark closed his eyes to his fate and a fresh diaper.  Someone had once told him, he wasn’t sure when, about Karma?  He wasn’t exactly sure what had been said or who had said it, but he remembered the word. Was this Karma?  Where the actions that he took guiding the actions Greta was taking? 

Mark didn’t know.  He didn’t care but as he felt the diapers tape being tugged open he was thankful he hadn’t told Greta he wasn’t an eight year old. He had a vague recollection of hating his size and wondering why.  Why would he detest being small when being small got you this? Who could hate this he wondered anew?

Greta poured baby lotion onto her palm and began rubbing Mark’s gen_itals and his erection was immediate, fierce.  It wasn’t so much his erection that caught her attention, every child reacted that way when their gen_itals were fondled.  That was normal.  What wasn’t was the pre c-um forming on Mark’s tip.  That, Greta mused, was impossible for an eight year old. 

Greta hurried through the baby lotion and powdering watching intently the drops forming before she brought the diaper closed.  She tapped it snug, tossed the gloves, then covered Mark with the blanket before sliding her hands under him.  He was slightly heavier than a toddler but she was larger than most women and brought him up flat. 

She cradled him with one massive are as she moved to the dresser, easing closer to take up both bottles and the feeding towel.  From the dresser she moved to the rocker and sat adjusting herself and Mark so her arm rested on the chairs arm with Mark’s head slightly tilted on top.  Next to the chair she placed the bottles on the lamp table combination and adjusted herself and Mark.  She waited to see if he complained of dizziness but didn't before taking up the formula first

Mark’s arms gathering straight at his side now crossed over his diaper.  He left his right arm under the blanket but brought his left from underneath as he began to nurse the bottle.  He carefully moved his right hand over his diaper till his index finger was directly on top of his pe_nis.  When he was in position he began moving it over the head as he nurse.  He pressed the large holed nipple and the formula flowed.

The formula flowed easily through the larger hole in the rubber nipple and Mark really was hungry as he caressed the satiny edge of his blanket with his left hand.  Greta was rocking the chair rhythmically but as she did so she noticed the movement under the blanket.  She was positive Mark was mastur_bating again.  This time she watched him carefully as she fed him.  He was half way through his second bottle when he climaxed.

Greta, slightly irritated that she might be part of Mark’s fantasy carried Mark’s sleeping form back to the crib and lowered him down.  He was out cold.  The full bottle of formula and second bottle of juice had filled him as did his calming climax.  Now he was sleeping solidly. 

Greta went to the dresser and went to the nightgown drawer.  As she did with most of the girl clothes she had neatly stacked five sizes of each item.  If she didn’t have a child she often got one as an emergency and rarely did they come with clothes.  Social Services also knew she only took in girls, with Mark (as Victor) this new exception.  Now Victor was about to be punished a little.

She moved to the third pile of nightgowns and took one from the top then moved to the diaper stack on the changing table for a fresh diaper.  She carefully removed Mark’s sodden diaper, cleaned him and replaced that diaper with a fresh one before gently sitting him up to remove his tee shirt.  She replaced the tee with his new nightgown.  It wasn’t much in the way of punishment but it satisfied Greta as she tugged the hem down before covering him with the blanket.

Greta pulled the crib’s side up, closed the bedroom door and went to the kitchen.  At the table she dialed Linda at Social Services as Mark slept.  In her diary that she kept on her children she made her daily notes, this times commenting on Mark’s advanced puberty.

“He’s not eight,”  Greta said after expressing some of her concerns and the evidence she used to back her claims as she added one final time, “I’ve been with enough men to know pre c-um when I see it and that is clearly a man I’m diapering in that crib.”

Greta’s claim might have been ignored were it not combined with some additional comments made by the doctor.  Mark was child like, but there were bone structures that were slightly inconsistent with an eight year old child’s body.  Mark, even to the doctor, appeared older.  It wasn’t significant and it could simply be anomalies but they were there.  At the time Linda and Officer Tuttle, even the doctor didn’t give it much credence.  They were doing so now.

It was Officer Tuttle and his police officer’s mentality that brought it all to a head.  He simply decided to check!  Officer Tuttle did check and finalized the evidence that Mark wasn’t a child when he ran the prints taken in the hospital.  Prints was a routine procedure for anyone brought in unconscious with no clear identity.  Since Mark came in without his wallet and no one expected one he was printed and photographed for his file. 

Officer Tuttle used those scanned prints to run them through the Bureaus Next Generation Identification system or NGI.  Two things happened within an hour from the repository submission.  A long term history came back identifying Mark’s normal biometrics.  That biometric was a full set of scans taken at the time of his employment as a programmer three years ago.  The second was a fairly fresh six hour old Missing Persons Bulletins filed by that very same company.

Officer Tuttle contacted Bob Henries at Software Services and discussed the particulars of Mark’s case explaining he was doing some follow up on the Missing Person Report.  He didn’t want to give Mr. Harries any false hopes till he confirmed that Mark was that Mark in the Missing Person Report.  It was the size that confirmed it for Officer Tuttle when he called Linda back.   

Both Officer Tuttle and Social Worker Linda went to Mark’s apartment, was let in by Mark’s landlady and found a picture for their final confirmation.   The child they thought was Victor was in fact Mark.  Linda called Greta and confirmed that the young man in her care was in fact a young man but was still under the doctor’s care for his medical condition.   There was still the amnesia.

Greta satisfied that she was at least right understood the young man’s dilemma and with Linda’s promise to maintain the departments financial support agreed to keep the young man there during his recovery.  Greta sat at the kitchen table and laughed.  That laugh went to a snicker then to a smile.  The smile on Greta’s face went from satisfaction to a kind of wickedness that might have scared Mark had he witnessed the transformation.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Part 6

Greta meanwhile pressed the button on the monitor and got the image of Mark the adult.  She watched him, but was sitting there moving a finger inside her gown but on top of her bra wondering how she might entice him to possibly nurse her.  Now that she Knew without any doubt Mark was an adult those actions that had raised her suspicions were clear.  She’d been playing mommy to an adorable little man and she was now wondering if he’d be interested in playing adorable little baby to his pretend mommy?

Meanwhile both Officer Tuttle and Social Worker Linda went to back to Maria Sanchez’s apartment to discuss the shooting that day.  Officer Tuttle had done one other significant piece of police work by going over the surveillance tapes of that days shooting.  What had been jotted down by one officer in his notes and later confirmed by camera to be a woman pulling a child out of harms way was in fact Sally Rodriguez grabbing her son Victor Rodriguez from his aunt Maria.  Maria was shocked to learn that Vector was not in foster care but most likely in Florida.

Additional surveillance cameras and angles showed Sally Rodriguez shoving her son Vector into a car and driving off down the street heading Westbound for the freeway.  When Officer Tuttle and Social Worker Linda went to back to Maria Sanchez’s apartment to discuss where Sally might have taken Victor there was only one place she could have taken Victor, and that was Maria’s sister or Sally’s mother’s place in Florida.

Officer Tuttle was given the address and phoned it into the Florida State Police.   Social Worker Linda was typing updated reports as was Officer Tuttle with multiple calls to each other and a great deal of head-shaking over the events.  Events that came together to put that poor man into the position he was in.  Linda had left it up to Greta’s discussion to voluntarily tell Mark he wasn’t an eight year old.

American Indian and perhaps European Greta mused looking down at the soft features of the sleeping young man.  The nightgown she had chosen to put him into had a ruffled collar trimmed in a cute little lace edge.  Mark had no Adams apple to begin with which was a telltale sign of male or female so the collar would have hidden it anyway, but the lace made him girlish looking. 

Mark’s tiny face already juvenile looking was made even younger appearing with the unicorn on the nightgowns front.  But what made him most girlish was his long raven black hair.  She wondered about that, about why a man of his stature, might dare tempt more confusion by allowing his hair to be that long.  She hadn’t second guessed his looks only because she’d talked with Linda before seeing him so she was expecting a male.  However, had she not been told she might have first guessed female. 

“What to do with you little one,”  she whispered softly.  Deep down she had fundamentally realized he wasn’t a child and was reacting to that.  Even before the evidence of his age was confirmed she knew something was different.  Mark’s primary sexual characteristics were more than enough to convince her he was well past or at least past puberty.  That at least put him into his teens.  Greta’s own sexual desires were sparked just for those reasons

It was nice knowing he was well into his teens now as she carefully eased his nightgown up.  Greta had never known a young man that could wear a little girl’s nightgown plus a size six disposable diaper as easily as Mark could.  Maybe that was part of Greta’s fantasy.  She kept going back to his arrival.  What was capturing her attention were those moments. 

Those memories of his desires to be babied.  His wish to drink out of a baby bottle that first time?  Was that fake?  Was he faking his soreness for more lotion?  Greta was actually hoping he was faking it.. She knew he was faking the formula feeding because he actually mastur_bated right there in her lap.  He’d been punished for that.  That was why he was in a nightgown as Greta fused with the hem.

Mark stirred.

“Hi,”  Greta said softly as she placed a hand right on top of his nightgown but positioned so it was directly over his diaper.

“Hi,”  Mark said a little surprised to see her looming over him.  More surprised that her hand was resting on top of his instant erection and then shock that he was wearing a girl’s nightgown.

“I put you into the nightgown because I worried you might be a little chilled,”  Greta said before adding, “I can change you after I change your diaper if you like.  I hope it doesn't upset you.”

The nightgown was a nylon polyester blend of some sort and silky to the touch under his hand.  As feminine as it was and as unnerving as it could have been it wasn’t what had his attention was Greta as her hand over his diaper.  She was rotating it slowly, massaging it almost as she rested her other hand on the gate of the crib smiling down at him.

Mark was looking up at her not sure if he wanted to break the spell she had him in.

“I’ll bet your all wet again aren't you,”  Greta said as she continued her slow firm rotation and massaging.

It was an agonizing bliss.  It was something he would be doing himself were he alone.

“Yes,”  Mark managed to say.

“Then why don’t I change your diaper honey,”  Greta said. 

Trouble was she said it but wasn’t moving as she stayed where she was. It was then that her other hand came over the crib and in it was a baby’s pacifier.  it had been hidden within her folded hand.  It was a kind of pink and lavender sparkly plastic hilt holding a brown rubber nipple.  It gave him a raging erection over and above what he already had. 

“Here honey, nurse on this while I change you,”  Greta said gently pushing the soft rubber nipple against Mark’s lips.  When Greta rested it against his lips he opened his mouth with only a moments hesitation and began nursing it the instant the plastic stop was against his lips.  Mark didn’t hesitate.

“That’s my precious.  Close your eyes and suc-k on your pacifier for me and while you do that sweetheart mommy will change your diaper.  Okay,”  Greta said that now pressing a little more firmly over Mark’s nightgown and diaper.  Mark wondering what had suddenly happened wondered it with his eyes closed as he did what she told him to do.  Mark’s body screamed as he arched his back against her hand.  Both hands had caressed and now gripped the fabric of his nightgown.

The amount of time that passed was maybe seconds, no more than a minute tops before Mark exploded into his diaper and the instant he did so his pulses were rapid shots into his already wet diaper.  When he was shooting dry, short, electrifying pluses he collapsed exhausted and allowed himself to wet a little more.  Even that was blissful and forced him to keep his eyes closed.  In the end he was breathing hard and exhausted.  Greta, as good as her word and simply pulled his nightgown up past his waist and yanked on the diapers tapes.

Like all the times before his sodden diaper was peeled free and tapped closed right there between his legs, he was gently cleaned with baby wipes, oiled, powdered and taped into another thick night time Pampers.  This time though the nightgown he wore was tugged down with no intent of being removed.

“Want to try and eat a real breakfast:  Eggs, maybe some sausage and toast and a sippy cup of orange juice,”  Greta said and then added, “I thought I’d give you breakfast then let you watch a little TV before your bath, baby bottle and nap.  Want to try that?”

Something had changed.  Mark wasn’t sure what and was dying to ask but didn’t dare.  Whatever it was it was wonderful.  He wasn’t sure about the nightgown part, but then again it wasn’t all that bad and in this odd scheme that he himself had perpetuated it almost fit.  He had manipulated her into giving him the baby bottles, twice now and in fact he’d conned her into feeding him baby formula so a nightgown was odd but not too great a price to pay.

“Yes, I’d like that,”  Mark said throwing caution to the wind.  He wanted her badly.  He wanted her badly enough to do just about anything at the moment to have her.

“Let’s try getting you up then,”  Greta said slipping her arms under him as she helped him sit before she said, “how’s that?”

“It feels fine,” Mark said.  He’d been able to sit all along and was sure he could stand without any problems.  The only thing he wasn’t sure of was who he was or how he got to where he was.

Greta lifted him so he was clear of the crib then brought him to her chest before she bent slightly to let him stand on his own.  Mark did so which allowed the nightgown to fall just below his knees. 

“Just stand there and hold on to the cribs slats for a second while I get you a robe and slippers,”  Greta said moving to the closet.   Mark not sure what to do with the pacifier slipped it back into his mouth.  It made him feel very babyish but very self-conscious as well.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Part 7

The robe was a quilted white and clearly for a girl but Mark accepted it without hesitating and Greta put him into it without comment.  She was amazed at how docile he was as she gathered his hair to free it from the collar.  She went back and returned with pink slippers.  Those too went on without protest.  She was almost positive she could put him into a dress if she wanted then wondered if she wanted.  She decided at some point she wanted.

Mark felt the satiny nylon of the robe move over the nightgown as Greta tied it at the front before she helped him guide he feet into the slippers.  His rationale for wearing girl’s clothes was that it was all she had and there was no one but the two of them.  The closet door was still opened and he couldn’t help but noticed the arranged rows of dresses.  They seemed to be sized from small to large from left to right.

“Come on and let’s get breakfast,”  Greta said taking Mark’s hand.

Mark ate three eggs, three sausage and two pieces of toast and a full sippy cup of orange juice.  Greta was going to feed him but Mark said he could actually feed himself and did so.  He did put the pacifier in his robe pocket which hadn’t escaped Greta notice.  Greta asked how he was doing and about his memory of things jotting them down on a sheet of paper she was asked to keep in a folder.

As breakfast came to a close Mark grew pensive which caught Greta attention and forced her to be silent for a moment realizing he was deep in thought.

“Greta,”  Mark said.

“Yes honey,”  Greta answered.

“I guess I need to say this because I’m feeling a little guilty about it, but I’m definitely not eight,”  Mark said and then added, “I’m older.  Much older!  I’m not sure how much older but I’ve had sex with a women.  An Asian woman?  I slept with her.  She fixed me breakfast when we woke?  We had eggs and rice but not sausages.  I just remembered that.”

“Do you remember her name,”  Greta asked.

“No,”  Mark said.

“Do you remember your name,”  Greta asked.

“No,”  Mark said, paused for a fairly long time then suddenly added,  “ Yes, her, her name, not mine.  It was Japanese.  Azami!  She told me that it means “the flower of a thistle”.  Greta?  She had taught me how to pleasure her.  I think?  I’m not sure if that was a dream or real yet?” 

“Can I ask you a personal question Mark,”  Greta said and then added, “That’s your name by the way.  Mark!  Anyway, the question I’m going to ask... it might be a little embarrassing.”

“Yes, that’s okay,”  Mark said and then added, “funny, I never felt like a Victor.”

“Do you know you’re being treated like a baby,”  Greta asked and then added, “and that you were mastur_bating or that I was mastur_bating you this morning?”

“Not at first.  I mean not when I first woke in the hospital in a diaper. I tried telling them I didn’t wear diapers but I got an erection and I guess when I mastur_bated that first time I just sort of went along with it because it felt so damn good.  Seems kind of stupid now I suppose.  Pretty embarrassing all of a sudden but for a while there it was really comforting.  I guess it still is,”  Mark said and then added, “Greta...”

“What,”  Greta asked.

“This is really embarrassing,”  Mark said and added, “maybe too embarrassing.  If it is just say so okay and I’ll shut up.”

“Can’t hurt until you say it,”  Greta said.

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,”  Mark said and then added, “the thing is... that is to say, I’ve still got a few days left and there are still blanks...  I mean you don’t suppose this baby stuff could go on for a little bit longer?  I guess I’m still a little worried is all.  It’s not like I actually have to have it.  It’s just... It’s just that I really like it.  Not knowing who I was made it so comforting.  It’s okay if you don’t want to.  Pretty weird, so I get it if you don't.”

“Weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me Mark.  No doubt about that,”  Greta said and then added, “but you know what?  I’ve really gotten turned on by it.  Don’t ask me why.  Maybe we both need to see a shrink.  Maybe I’m just a mommy type?  Who knows, but I really liked treating you like a baby so yes, I don’t mind doing that for as long as you want me to.  Which still leaves you needing a bath?  Is that still on?”

“Definitely,”  Mark said.

“I thought I’d give you your bath, another bottle and then a nap.  Want to try that,” Greta said and then added, “you’ve still got at least four more days till the doctor is going to release you from your medical care.  Linda from Social Services is still covering that.  Not sure about your amnesia yet but your medical condition ends in a few more days.  I’d love to baby you through these days at least.  If that’s okay with you?”

“Oh yes,”  Mark said.

“Then come on and let’s do that,”  Greta said putting the last of the dishes in the sink as she added, “I’ll clean up when you go down for your nap.”

“Okay,”  Mark said.

“One last thing,”  Greta said.

“What’s that,”  Mark asked.

“Does this girlish stuff bother you,”  Greta asked.

“No more or less than wearing a diaper does,”  Mark said laughing sarcastically, and then added, “I guess I’m violating all kinds of rules for males aren't I?”

“None that I’m aware of?  At least not in this house,”  Greta said and added, “it’s just that you’re cute as a bug in those things and I sort of want them to continue.”

“Then by all means ma'am, put me into whatever makes you happy because you’ve been making me pretty happy during my stay here,”  Mark said.

“Thank you,”  Greta said and added, "and if push too hard just say so."

“I will.  So  Greta,”  Mark said and then added, “you know my name, so I suppose you know how old I am?”

“Yes honey they ran a check on your prints.”  Greta said and then added, “you’ll be nineteen in two months which makes you eighteen.”

“So I’m legally an adult,”  Mark said and then added, “which I guess you knew when you were playing with me over my diaper?”

“Yes as it happens I did, and I’m sorry about that.  That was sort of very spur of the moment for me Mark,”  Greta said and then added, “I’d just recently discovered your current age and I also knew you’d been covertly playing like that.  I was harboring the thought you might be faking it or something.  Anyway, yes, I knew you were an adult or I would never had done that and again I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.  Greta, it was wonderful,”  Mark said and then added, “so that teasing with the pacifier and this nightgown was all part of that?”

“Yes, I'm afraid so,”  Greta said.

“Amazing,”  Mark said and added, "and that can continue then?"

“Yes, that can continue.  Mark,”  Greta said in a softer voice than before.

“Yes,”  Mark answered.

“Mark, we can continue on with these discussions and should, but I’d like to play a little more.  That is if you’re still interested in that bath, bottle and bed,” Greta said and then added, “like I said, Linda is covering your stay here.  Remember, you’ve got those four days till your release which gives us a lot of time to get to know each other.”

“Bath,”  Mark said and added, “definitely.”

Greta sat by the tub now at least half full of bubbles above the water and smelling of baby powder as Mark sat in the relaxing warmth.  Mark’s eyes were half closed to the soft circular motions Greta made over Mark’s back with the soft wash cloth over his shoulders.  His long hair was squeaky clean from the baby shampoo and he’d been scrubbed from his toes up and back again.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Part 8

“Ready to get out,”  Greta asked.

“Absolutely not,”  Mark whispered with his head bowed so it was resting on his chest.  He felt like he would melt in the warm water and hated the thought of leaving it.

“Even for baby oil, powder and a nice soft diaper,”  Greta asked.

“Where’s the towel,”  Mark asked perking up at the mention of his diaper as he added, “I’m finding it harder and harder to say no to those diapers.” 

“Remember, we, that is most of the recent adults in your life put you here and once you were here, you were traumatized enough to linger so finding it harder to say no doesn’t seem too odd to me,”  Greta said and then added, “in fact, by the time I’m finished with you today, I’m hoping you’ll find it almost impossible to say no.”

“Really,”  Mark said as the water swirled down the drain. 

Mark was standing as she wrapped the towel around him.  A moment later he was laying over another towel and being hand dried with a third.  She allowed him a moment then opened the towel, poured baby lotion over her palm and smothered his test_icles with lotion then began massaging him gently till he closed his eyes.

“Thought that might calm you a bit,”  Greta said as she caressed and lightly fondled his pe_nis and test_icles between her lubricated fingers.  It was just enough to cause a reaction but not enough to bring him anywhere near a climax.  Although if she continued, he mused. From there he was powdered and that began with his feet up to his neck before she eased a night time Pampers under him. 

Taping it closed was so soothing he thought as the thick diaper formed between his legs.  Greta gathered the towels and left to put those in the bathroom only to return with a girl’s nightgown, this one obviously nylon and shorter which when she separated the two, had panties.

“So I take it I’m still dressing feminine,”  Mark asked.

“I’m afraid so precious,”  I wanted something silky to rub while I feed you if you don’t mind,”  Greta said.

“Not at all,”  Mark said surprising himself once again and sitting up.  He started by putting his arms up voluntarily in the hopes of making her comfortable putting him into the light lavender garment.  It was a baby doll if he remembered the images he’d seen.  Puffy sleeves matching panties.  No waist as he added, “where did you get this?”

“Actually this is one of the garments I’ve made,”  Greta said and added, “It’s got the bubble shaped panties that will fit over your diaper.  It’s a really cute look.”

“It is.  Nylon,”  Mark asked.

“Bottom layer is, the top is chiffon,”  Greta said slipping the panties over his feet as she added, “perfect for caressing.”

“Caress away my dear,”  Mark said as he lifted his bottom.

With the panties set in place Greta rose and adjusted the pillows on her bed so both were stacked at the headboard.  Mark was lower and had rolled up on an elbow watching curiously.  Greta, satisfied over the pillows arrangement moved to her vanity and removed her robe laying it over the bench before reaching behind her to remove her bra.  When she turned back towards Mark she was in just her half slip and panties. 

Mark could feel his erection growing and pulsing while enlarging within his diaper as she made her way to the bed.  She sat, slid back and adjusted herself so she was resting against the pillows before she patted her lap and extended her hand for Mark’s.  Mark didn’t hesitate a second as he scooted on his knees towards her.  She gathered him by his bottom letting his legs gather so he was laying across her lap.   She used her free hand behind his head to guide him to her left bre_ast.

Mark remembered that night laying with Azami and sat up.

“What,”  Greta asked.

“Can you lay sideways resting facing me.  I just remembered something,”  Mark said.

“Sure,”  Greta said as Mark moved out of the way.  Greta followed Mark’s instructions and lay on her bed normally but first she changed out of her slip leaving just panties but adding a loose fitting robe that opened.  Mark didn’t want the nightgown part just the robe.

When she was laying down with the robe on, Mark lay next to her so his head came to her bre_ast.  He adjusted a small throw pillow for himself so he could nurse the right bre_ast hovering above the left resting on her robe.  Mark ran his hand over her panties.

“Everything okay,”  Greta asked as Mark adjusted his position and ran his hand over her panties then over his own diaper.

“Perfect,”  Mark said and then added, “you may, at your leisure, search and play when I begin.”

“Okay,”  Greta said as Mark lay down and moved his head to nuzzle her bre_ast.  He pushed slightly licking it, nibbling some until it began to engorge itself then he began to nurse it as he’d been taught by Azami who had told him that it was natural so women enjoyed feeding their babies.  Mark nursed softly at first then suc-ked hard drawing as he would on a bottle's nipple.

As he nursed he ran his hands over Greta’s panties moving between the thighs.  Azami said the silk created a friction that would generate static as Mark moved between Greta’s thighs.  Greta began to immediately respond to the sensations she was feeling.  At first she moved slightly but in place then lifted a leg a little encouraging Mark’s entry but he didn’t. 

Mark meanwhile was nursing slightly harder and his hand had entered her panties near her navel.  Greta, felt Mark’s fingers undulating as if he was playing a piano as he moved to her va_gina to linger there.  His middle finger slid over the closed lips but didn’t push in although Greta felt the first flow of juices.  That’s when Greta took up her own quest to please Mark.

Greta found Mark’s pe_nis easily outlined within his diaper and ran her fingers from his tip to his base outside of it.  There was a rhythm forming between them but like a band of instruments only two were part of the introduction as the others waited.  Mark’s finger was joined by another then another and three rubbed her before entering.  first aligning with the natural slit then twisting to widen her opening. 

Mark found her cli_toris after probing a little more as she found his tip within his diaper.  They teased each other, then two fingers each began a contest to see how many nerve endings could be energized by each other judged only by the moans as Mark continued unfairly to suc-k on Greta’s bre_ast.  She was losing to him as she began soaking herself.  Mark, as he’d been taught, found where the cli_toris attached and slid a nail along the nerves.  Greta screamed her pleasure as Mark coupled his nursing to his probes.

It was all coming back to him as he licked Greta’s bre_ast in the middle of her shudder.   His own climax came a few seconds later when she pushed her hand into his diaper and wrapped it around him.  Greta in one last gasp grabbed Mark and rolled him over her as she rolled onto her back gathering her peignoir so the sides now covered his baby doll in layers.  Her breathing was as heavy as his.

“You are a Goddess,”  Mark whispered.

“Where did you learn to do that,”  Greta said opening her legs to allow Mark’s own to sink between them.  It felt as if she might try and absorb him as she brought her legs around him.

“Azami after I told her I could never please a woman,”  Mark said. 

Greta was undulating against Mark’s diaper while she held him against her with her legs.  It was an oddly pleasant sensation for Mark as she caressed him over his baby doll top.  The crinkling of his diaper was sending sounds to both of them that was turning them on again as she wondered what it might be like having sex with her wearing a pad and him in his diaper.  She snickered.

“What,”  Mark asked.

“I just had a really funny thought and the image made me laugh,”  Greta said.

“Want to share,”  Mark asked.

“No,”  Greta said as she relaxed her legs.

“But, I may never let you out of diapers, ever again,”  Greta said.

"Promise,”  Mark asked before going silent against her warm body.

"I promise,"  Greta whispered before falling back to catch her breath.

Post script.

Mark recovered over the next two days but for the life of him he couldn’t recall that day he hit his head or his electrocution.  He did hug Susan tightly when he saw her again at the end of his leave which started right after making the call to work. He’d taken a three week leave of absence to work on his recovery and move his things. 

Susan said she noticed right away that he was different and of course he was.  Karma he said thanking her for that choice of costume that morning.  He had moved he told her from his old apartment to a room a little further out but in a house he shared with the woman that helped him recover.

Greta and he had converted her guest room to Mark’s new room and his rent more than covered what she use to make with the Special Need Kids.  That other room was still being used but she only had one Special Need Kid and once he was done with work he really needed the therapy it provided. 

That came back double for Greta she said considering her sex life.  In fact, Greta often double diapered Mark and encased his hands in fingerless mittens some nights just for the opportunity to rest.  She often worried that her own screams, even muffled, could be heard by the neighbors.

There were rumors at work, but no one dared asking Mark if his bottom was clad in a diaper when he came in, and it didn’t matter because his code had improved beyond anyone caring.  Mark loved being small and often played the part perfectly with Greta when he wasn’t telecommuting.   

Today was very special because the new Halloween store had just opened and Mark and Greta had headed right to the children’s aisle first.  Their goal was to have every little girl costume in his size before they left for lunch starting with Disney’s girls Greta said as she lifted a Cinderella dress from the hook.

The end

[Sissieann]

 8)  Mary Stanford what a lovey story I just love it Kevin?  :)

[Mary Beth Sanford]

8)  Mary Stanford what a lovey story I just love it Kevin?  :)

Thank you very much Sissieann, it was a fun write. 

Hugs
Mary Beth