My slide into babyhood

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The rest of that evening at the game is somewhat a haze.  After the changing in the women’s room, something clicked in my mind and I fell more into the part of a little girl in diapers.  It happened as I was being led back to our seat, secure in my dry thick diaper.  Maybe it was a defense mechanism against the humiliation of being so obviously diapered under my skirt.  Or maybe it was because my identity was slipping away under the girlish exterior.  I was no longer a man.

The women were all so nice to me as we sat through the rest of the game and I sat there, diapered, my Mary Janes not reaching the floor, watching those wonderful bigger than me women play basketball.  I gave up trying to keep my knees together with the thick cloth between my thighs.  No doubt everyone across the court could see my pink plastic pants. 

I didn’t even try to stay dry.  As soon as the urge hit, I released the hot stream into my diaper.  My stomach rumbled and I was surely glad then for the butt plug.

It was like being on drugs, outside looking in at this little girl I’d become.  After the game, Linda and friends went out to celebrate at the local campus pub.  She seemed very happy with me and this made me feel so good, like a baby pleasing her mommy.

The place was crowded with people, most young and very nice looking.  I was squeezed into a both with eight huge women, all excited about the basketball win, and all giving me a lot of attention.  Here it was a real advantage to be diapered since I didn’t have to keep getting up to use the bathroom. 

Across the table from me was one woman with huge breast. I couldn’t help from staring at them.  It was like they were calling for me.  And, strangely, it wasn’t a sexual thing.  I just wanted to be snuggled in between them.   She leaned over and whispered something to Linda. 

I looked away, afraid I was in trouble.

The girls moved around in the booth, two of them leaving.  Linda took me by the hand and slid me over next to the big breast woman.  Before I could figure out what was happening, she lifted her shirt some and I was forced underneath the nylon material.  I couldn’t believe this was happening and released some pee into my diaper.

She had lifted her bra to exposed the huge boobs.  Gently I was forced toward a pencil sized nipple.  Sound was muffled under her shirt, but I could hear the laughter.  The nipple filled my mouth and instinctively I began to suc-kle.  The nipple grew harder and I continued to suc-k. 

Then something warm, sticky and sweet filled my mouth.  I tried to pull away in revulsion but a strong hand kept my head in place.  I started to whimper as I swallowed the milk.  I could believe it.  I was actually being breast fed, in a bar full of people, wearing a wet diaper.