OK, smile! by Mary Beth Sanford

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OK, smile!

Author: Mary Beth Sanford, Feb/5/2005 12:21:29 [-04][new]



"OK if I think on it? I mean I really could use the extra money and all but I'd like to consider it if that's OK?" I said hemming and hawing over Ms. Kingly's question. Pictures of me wearing diapers wasn't exactly what I'd expected when she called me into the office.



That wasn't exactly as bad as it sounded, but it was bad enough. Ms. Kingly was asking that in a context to an expanded section of the store and a huge ad insert to follow it's completion. Adult diapers for the baby boomers now growing older and becoming slightly incontinent. Diapers, she noted, were becoming a fairly substantial part of the Pharmacy business.



Ms. Kingly often used us in ads and always paid us what a real model might get if she used models. She wanted to keep the money she spent in-house and that wasn't all that bad as a concept, but this. I didn't mind looking like a gardener for the Spring, or a guy barbecuing for the Summer but an adult in diapers? That, I'd decided right off wasn't something I was willing to do.



I'd already decided on not doing it but asked for the time to think on it so I could come up with a good reason. Something that wouldn't make her mad when I told her no. I don't think she would be mad but why take chances with the woman that signs your checks each week. Damn thing was I could have really used that extra money.



I was home almost an hour when the phone rang.



"Mark? Hi, it's Tracy!" Tracy said, although I'd recognized her voice. She was sort of my heart throb if I was a foot taller, more athletic and perhaps a bit more masculine. She was my heart throb but she didn't know it and admired only from afar.



"Hi Tracy, what's up?" I asked wondering how she got my number which I would have given in an instant of her asking, and of course why she was calling.



"Ms. Kingly told me that she asked you to do the diaper ads for the guys shots and she worried that you'd say no. She asked me to call you and perhaps change your mind." Tracy said.



The fact that Ms. Kingly had told the woman of my dreams I might be willing to wear diapers made me almost curse out loud. The fact that she was trying to use Tracy to make me consider it was unethical to say the least. I calmed myself.



"Right? Well, she did ask and she's right about me saying no. I mean she's right about me not wanting to do that. It's just not something I'm willing to do?" I said trying to sound casual enough but deciding not to lie.



"Hey, trust me I understand. There are a whole lot of guys who get hung up on that sort of stuff. Never could understand it frankly, but I do get it." Tracy said pausing.



"I'm not hung up on it. It's just not something I want to do!" I said hoping to correct her over that part about me being hung up. Sounding insecure or hung up on something might be mistaken for some other reason for not doing this and that made me nervous.



"I know, I know. Don't bother trying to justify it to me. It's really OK. I just promised Ms. Kingly I'd try and talk you into it. Actually Rick did it with me last year and, frankly if he was still here he'd most likely be the one doing it again. Unfortunately he graduated and has since gone off to greener pastures." Tracy said.



"Ms. Kingly did diaper ads last year? When?" I asked. The fact that it had already been done made it seem less odd. Not a lot less odd but a little. The fact that a guy had also done it made it also a little better.



"She did them, but changed to emergency stuff like flash lights and bandages for the flood season. The ad Rick and I did never went to press." Tracy said.



"You?" I asked more than a little surprised. I'd missed that part at first then it struck me. Tracy had posed in diapers.



"Me! I would have been the girl in those pictures last year and since I've said yes to this one, I'll be the girl in the ones for this year!" Tracy said and added: "Was hoping it would be you with me this time. I'm kind of comfortable around you. But, like I said, I understand."



That last bit of conversation put that whole thing into a different light suddenly. Tracy in diapers left me giddy at the images it posed. Me in a diaper sitting next to her or standing or whatever the pose was didn't make it sound any better, but a reason to be near Tracy was a good thing.



"Nothing I can say going to change your mind?" Tracy asked over my long pause.



That you love me, you can't live without me and you'll do anything to have me! I thought to myself before saying: "Man, it's just that it's diapers! You know, like what babies wear! I'd never live it down!"



"Not true! First of all it's adult diapers and not baby diapers. Secondly, no one is going to know. Fact is Ms. Kingly is very sensitive about that. No one at work knew it was Rick and I last year since Ms. Kingly let it leak that she'd hired models.



In fact, she's doing the shooting again at her place this time instead of a studio. More privacy and a great get away as far as I'm concerned. She's got a mansion and she's promised us, or rather me and whoever goes with me the royal treatment. There is that and, of course, about six hundred dollars for a couple of days and nights." Tracy said.



"She didn't say anything about doing this at her place!" I said.



"As I understand it you didn't give her much of a chance or she would have. We'd get dinner Friday, breakfast, lunch and dinner Saturday and Sunday and the run of her place." Tracy said.



"And where did she come up with six hundred dollars. Thought it was four hundred?" I said savoring that extra two hundred and a whole weekend with Tracy. It would be practically a retreat of sorts.



"It was four hundred but the photographer suggested a couple of night time shots in some of the bedrooms for more realism. An extra four hours over those two nights at twenty five dollars an hour. Personally I can't pass up that kind of money up. It's about twice what we get for time and a half." Tracy said.



"Man! Me too on that money part. I could really use it! Damn!" I said wavering.



"Big screen TV in our rooms? A couple of hundred cable channels? Food fit for a king and queen? She's even got a DVD library and I'll bet we could talk her into just about anything for this? Any of this helping my cause?" Tracy said.



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OK, smile! Part 2

Author: Mary Beth Sanford, Feb/7/2004 23:21:13 [-05 EST]



"All of it is helping!" I said warming up to the idea and added: "So no one would know?"



"Just you, Ms. Kingly, me, the photographer and a house keeper!" Tracy said and added: "And no shots above the waist. All it is are shots of the diapers by different brands. It would be impossible to tell even if it was a guy or not in that kind of picture! Come on, don't leave me stuck with one of those gorillas. At least I know you."



"Is it going to be a male photographer or female?" I asked and added nervously: "I'm not sure I can run around in a diaper with a guy watching me."



"You know, I'm not sure, but I'll make that a point when I talk with Ms. Kingly." Tracy said.



"So when is this going to happen?" I asked finding no reasons left other than saying yes to wearing a bunch of diapers for a weekend. Although I had other designs on my mind. I even imagined a dinner date or movie sometime down the road. You share diapers with a gal and she's yours I thought making me smile.



"Near as I can tell it's the weekend after next. They want the ads ready to run when that new section is finished so they need pictures no later than a couple of weeks. At least that's how I've estimated it. Ms. Kingly only mentioned it casually so I'm guessing it's still in the air. I'm sure we'll know tomorrow if you say yes. You are going to say yes I hope?" Tracy asked.



"OK, yes!" I said seeing far more upside than downside.



"Great. I'll call her back right now. Don't leave me out to dry on this OK? Get it? Out to dry? OK, never mind, bad joke. Anyway, promise you'll go in tomorrow and say yes! You've got to sign the photo release anyway." Tracy said.



"I promise. I won't 'leave you out to dry'. Besides, I wouldn't do that to you!" I said hoping she caught the meaning in that last statement.



"Great! Thanks a million. OK then, let me call her right now and you can go back to what you were doing! Oh, before I forget, let me give you my home phone and cell numbers just so you have them." Tracy said. A moment later I actually had Tracy's home phone and cell phone numbers. That was the easiest phone number I'd ever gotten.



I ignored what that was going to cost me. Meanwhile, as my microwave popcorn grew before my eyes, Tracy dialed Helen Kingly's home phone. Helen's housekeeper announced who it was before Helen laid her book down.



"Hi Helen! OK, he's all yours!" Tracy said and then remembering what Mark had hinted at with the photographer added: "Listen, he's also going to be a little hung up on a male photographer so I'd suggest getting a female."



"When?" Helen asked excitedly.



"I said roughly week after next. I sort of ran a quick schedule for when pictures would be needed and that sounded reasonable. Is that enough time for you?" Tracy asked.



"More than enough. I've got most of it already. Not really much to do but find a photographer again. Tracy, you did good!" Helen said happily before she hung up with an affectionate good-bye.



Tracy, after setting her phone down, smiled. Tracy knew about Helen's odd taste because Helen occasionally like women as well. Of course Tracy had always like women.



Tracy had also done good with Rick last year when she did the same to him or as she liked to think of it "for him". Unfortunately, Rick had run off when school ended and with him went Helen's adult baby.



This time though Helen would have a freshman instead of senior running around her house in his diapers. A freshmen with three and a half more years of collage ahead of him. A very cute freshman that would look as wonderful in something frilly as any girl after a few minor changes.



Helen, meanwhile, shuddered a little as she stood and said to her housekeeper: "Rose! We're having another baby! Let's make sure the nursery is ready!"



Rose smiled at Helen's smile and started working on a mental list of things she had to do with this new news. There wasn't much she decided except freshen the nursery up a bit. She'd do that in the morning and take an inventory of what was missing for just in case.



Mark, after arriving at work and giving his yes to Ms. Kingly, spent the better part of his work day thinking of the weekend ahead of him. He also avoided the adult incontinent section as much as he could while stacking shelves and that only because it made him think of what he'd be wearing.



Mark saw Tracy a couple of times and she waved back when he waved. Mark also spent some of his time imagining Tracy running around in those diapers. That, he decided would be a real big turn-on. He dreamt of him and Tracy in diapers, plastic pants and baby tops playing in a nursery together. He wasn't sure, when he woke, if it was a good dream or bad dream.



He had that dream and a couple of others as the days ticked by.



"Mr. Evans?" Rose asked when she answered the door.



"Yes ma'am!" Mark said still amazed over the size of the house he was looking at. He was amazed when the driver picked him up and thought he was in Hollywood when he realized that the last road wasn't a road at all but a driveway.



"They are in the Sun Room!" Rose said taking Mark's overnight bag and Summer weight jacket. It was Spring or the beginning of it and while days were comfortable mornings and nights still chilled a little. "This way!" Rose said.



"Mark! So glad you are here! Mark, this is Shirley. Shirley Jones. Shirley, one of my better and bravest employees." Helen said.



Shirley extended her hand, Mark took it and smiled. He was looking at the room. It was twenty feet wide and perhaps fifteen feet deep and at least a story and a half high. It was all glass. Comfortably warm with lots of flowers, plants ornate white wrought iron furniture and off in the corner diapers.



Mark didn't see Tracy. Although he wasn't sure about asking and when he decided to Helen started talking again.



"Mark, we're going to shoot the least expensive disposables first, then move up to the more expensive brands, then the heavier styles for night. We can break then and do the cloth after that. There are only three styles of cloth diapers and when we do the plastic panties... Sorry, I meant diaper covers, we can just use the last diaper style you'll be wearing." Helen said.

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OK, smile - Part 3

Author: Mary Beth Sanford, Feb/9/2004 17:43:09 [-04]



Mark's head was swimming. Diapers? Cloth diapers? Tracy never said a word about cloth diapers or plastic pants? Baby pants? Not a hint of those either by Helen or Tracy. And where the hell was Tracy?



"Mark?" Helen said softly.



"Oh, sorry. I was just admiring your Sun Room." Mark said and added: "It's so open!"



"My most favorite room!" Anyway, we can do the accessories and specialty clothing tomorrow. That way, if we need any new pictures from today or if we've forgotten something we can do those as well." Helen said.



Mark was in a daze over that part about cloth diapers and plastic pants. He worried that Tracy wasn't here and what did she mean by "accessories" and "specialty clothing"? Mark had to ask and did.



"Accessories? Accessories like water proof changing pads and sleep pads. I want to get some shots of you in your diapers on top of those, then in a limited line of 'incontinent clothing'. Adult size bibs, a new onesie for adults that holds the diapers up even when wet, smocks and... let's see? Have I forgotten anything?" Helen said using her fingers to count off the items she mentioned.



"I don't think so?" Shirley said looking at a list that she picked up. She was by her camera and was making adjustments to that and an aluminum umbrella.



"Am I early? I mean I don't see Tracy yet?" Mark said hoping it sounded casual.



"Tracy's not coming and that's a problem I haven't worked out yet. She's got the flu of all things. Went home early yesterday, but she thought she could fight it. Didn't call me till late last night. Of all the times for her to get sick?" Helen said in frustration.



"Not coming?" Mark said in a panic. This whole thing was because she'd be here. The money, notwithstanding, wasn't nearly as important as being with or near Tracy.



"Afraid not. Look, if we have to we can just shoot the stuff that's not too gender specific." Helen said.



"Not too?" Mark asked as his adrenaline began pumping through his system.



"Mark... Listen... I know this is going to sound odd, but there are some things meant for women but in a picture it's not going to be obvious it's a woman wearing them. I was hoping that perhaps, for a bit more money obviously, you could model those." Helen said trying to sound as nonchalant as she could.



She was far from being nonchalant at the moment. What she wanted to do was march Mark right up to the nursery and diaper him that instant. Of course if she did so the boy would faint dead away. As it was she was on the verge as she spoke.



"Gosh Ms. Kingly I'm not sure I can do that?" Mark said cringing at the prospect of what would happen if he said no.



"Of course you can! Mark, honey... It's not like a dress or something. I'm talking about those onesies for example. They are identical or nearly so with the only real difference being color. Same with the bibs. Look, tell you what! If you can do those I'll pay you what Tracy was going to get. That's double what you were going to get. Deal?" Helen said but using a voice suggesting he deal.



"I guess?" Mark said with a great deal of anguish. Different colors hell. She was talking about the difference between powder blue and pastel pink. That's a really big difference and he'd just said yes. Dummy! Mark thought to himself but smiled at Helen's smile.



"Hey you two, we're losing my setup lighting if we don't start." Shirley said.



"Oh! Right! Sorry about that Shirley. Mark, want to step over there." Helen said as she moved off towards the different bags of diapers. There was a folding room divider and behind it a sort of folding hospital gurney. Helen went behind the partition with Mark and added: "Rentals. Why don't you go ahead and undress and I'll get the first diaper."



Mark hadn't thought about who, if anyone, would be diapering him. In fact he assumed he'd be doing it himself. He was hoping he'd be doing it himself but as Helen had said that she was snapping her hands into a pair of latex goves.



"I... I... I was expecting.... I mean I was expecting that I'd be doing this?" Mark said as he tugged his tee-shirt off.



"Really? OK, something you don't know about me and now is as good a time as any... I was, make that 'am' a registered nurse. Worked my way through collage as one. Do you have any idea how many men I've diapered in my life?" Helen said.



It wasn't a casual boast. In fact, most of her male patients, back in those days, were diapered when she was in charge of the wards. So too a lot of collage students as well since she liked the younger men for this sort of thing. The younger and cuter the better as long as they were adults.



"Oh!" Mark said lamely. This wasn't going at all as he had thought it would. Diapers, real diapers, plastic pants, baby clothes, possible... No make that girl baby clothes and now his boss was getting herself ready to diaper him. What had he gotten himself into?



"Your pants as well?" Helen said coming back behind the partition. She was holding a folded disposable diaper in her hand.



"Right!" Mark said with a voice that had climbed a little. What he wanted to do was grab his clothes and run until he was back inside of his room at the dorm. He could find another job. Instead, he dropped his pants and a second later his shorts.



"Go ahead and climb up. Shirley, we're almost there!" Helen said to Mark but called out that last with her head turned towards where Shirley was.



"I'm all set!" Shirley said.



"Lift your bottom!" Helen said as she unfolded the diaper. Mark did and heard the crinkle of it as Helen slid the diaper under him. "OK!" Helen said a second or two later.



Mark lowered himself back down. It was like trying to sit on newspapers as he heard the crinkling sound when the diaper conformed to his bottom.

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OK, smile - part 4

Author: Mary Beth Sanford, Feb/10/2004 22:02:49 [-05 EST]



"Legs wide big guy!" Helen said tugging the sides at the small of his back. Mark looked straight up at the glass overhead. He was flushed crimson as he felt the diaper come up between his legs. It got worse as the diaper touched him.



"Hey, don't fret that. Happens naturally. Doesn't mean you like getting put into a diaper." Helen said watching Mark's erection get slightly worse... or better depending on ones point of view. Helen fought the urge to play.



She was glad she'd padded herself before this. If it got any worse she'd need a diaper she mused. She fought for control as she moved the diaper over Mark then carefully, just for a second, slipped it sideways a little. There you go sweetheart, now doesn't your cute little diaper feel wonderful? Helen said to herself.



"There we go!" Helen said as she fought to keep her blood pressure down.



"Great!" Mark said thankful that the diaper was at least thick enough to hide his excitement. The fact that he was excited left him glowing from his cheeks. He was still blushing when he came out from behind the partition.



No shoes, socks or tee-shirt. Just that diaper and the damn thing was way too loud as he walked. Too loud, too thick and there was this lady waiting to shoot his picture in front and his boss watching him in back. Mark wanted to shink into nothingness.



"Right there in front of the backdrop Mark!" Shirley said.



Mark nodded and moved towards the backdrop that hung from a portable stand.



"OK, I want you to plant your feet flat and just slightly apart then twist slightly to the left as if you are looking off in that direction." Shirley said as Mark reached the front of the painted fabric.



Mark did as he was told and then put his hands on his hips as Shirley asked.



"Great! Hold that! OK, smile!" Shirley said.



"Smile? I thought this was just pictures of the diapers?" Mark asked.



"Figure of speech. Just means hold that pose till I shoot." Shirley said and then added: "Ready and smile."



Mark smiled. He didn't want to smile. He felt like a giant baby idiot. This was the last time he'd ever do this! He decided.



"OK, twist left!" Shirley said and added after Mark twisted: "OK, smile!"



It went on like that for at least fifteen minutes. She took pictures of him facing the partition, a few standing sideways and a couple with his arms in different positions. Even Shirley, who wasn't into such things, thought this guy looked very cute in a diaper. Shirley, as it happens, took pictures of children.



"I think I've got enough for this brand!" Shirley said to Helen who had been sitting at one of the wrought iron tables sipping tea. Watching Mark posing had left her wobbly through most of it. Worse and best part of this, Helen mused, as she savored her little baby, was that this was only his first diaper. There were twelve more brands to go not counting the ones for women.



You can only be mad for so long. Mark found himself not nearly as mad as he was by the end of that first set of pictures. It didn't appear that the three women, counting Rose, really cared that he was wearing a diaper. That lack of attention helped a little. It took some of the embarrassment away. It was still embarrassing, but not nearly as bad as it had been in the beginning.



It was also difficult for Mark to ignore those moments when Helen diapered him. He didn't like it. He didn't like getting diapered and he didn't like diapers. Only that wasn't exactly true. He had liked getting diapered and, when he allowed his thoughts to drift, he sort of liked that diaper. He couldn't explain why even if he'd tried, but those damn thoughts kept creeping back.



"Ready for the next shots as soon as I change the film pack!" Shirley said as she pulled the back off of the camera.



"OK Mark?" Helen asked.



"Sure." Mark said walking over with that ever present crinkle to his steps. The diaper had worked itself around him and that was kind of nice he thought, then ignored the thought. Helen had another diaper in her hand.



"I don't see much difference in the one I'm wearing and that one?" Mark said as Helen brought the diaper to the table.



"More tapes, three to a side, and this one has a bit of elastic around the legs and waist for comfort. Hugs you for a better fit." Helen said opening the diaper before laying it on the table. Although she placed it off to the side.



"Oh!" Mark said wondering if he should take the one he was wearing off himself and be naked for that next one or climb up with it still on and let Helen do it. Helen stood there patiently waiting for the same thing. She knew, instinctively that Mark would let her remove his diaper.



"Here, I'll help you with that!" Helen said patting the table top after those few seconds.



Mark, almost relieved that the decision was made climbed up on the table. Another voice inside, this one lacking reason and with more emotion was thrilled. He fought that voice only because he was instantly excited again and cursed himself for allowing that to happen.



"Look, you are going to be in these things for a couple of more hours so, for that reason, I'm going to suggest a little baby powder to help with the moisture. It will be a little more comfortable for you. OK?" Helen said as she untapped the diaper Mark was wearing.



"If you think that's best?" Mark said sheepishly. He'd wondered what it would be like getting powdered and hated the thought of it a little. He know he was lying to himself.



"It doesn't take much for a rash to form and the last thing I need for you do is call in sick Monday with a diaper rash." Helen said with a soft but slightly sarcastic laugh.



"Wouldn't dare! You'd make me go get a doctor's excuse and how would I explain a diaper rash to my doctor?" Mark said laughing himself. Helen joined in again with a more robust laugh and removed the diaper Mark was wearing.



"This is really embarrassing!" Mark said over his reaction but feeling comfortable enough with Helen now to say so.



"Don't be silly! It's a purely physical response to a stimulus. If you didn't react I'd wonder why!" Helen said wishing she and Mark were in her room at the moment. She had a number of ways of introducing that "stimulus".



"Still!" Mark said lifting his bottom for the next diaper.



This one, more shaped as well, cupped him softly only increasing his excitement because of that. Helen only compounded it when she twisted the baby powder open and began covering him in the white aromatic powder. It was intoxicating and Mark savored both the smell and feel of Helen's hand.



Mark was suddenly glad that Tracy wasn't there as Helen brought the thick diaper between his legs and tapped it closed. There you go precious, nice and clean, Helen mused to herself as he used both hands to smooth the sides, those three tapes and, just for a second the front.



Mark fought back the moan that wanted to escape.



"Hey you two! We've got a lot of pictures to take. Shirley hollered.

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OK, smile - Part 5

Author: Mary Beth Sanford, Feb/12/2004 13:31:20 [-04]



Mark was more relaxed, a bit more animated this time as Helen watched him walk off towards the backdrop. His large padded bottom moving back and forth made her giddy and even Shirley saw the changes in him. She'd give him more time in his new diaper for this series.



Brand number two took twenty five minutes. Brand three, four and five were similar. Although, with those, it was the changes that Helen wanted more than the pictures. Brands six, seven and eight brought them up to the thicker night time diapers and a chance to break for lunch.



Brand eight was the thickest for day use and had a wide soft gathered elastic around the legs and waist. This one felt wonderful to Mark. It was also the nosiest which somehow began adding to the attraction he was feeling. The baby powder was helping and a constant smell now. Suddenly Mark was beginning to wonder about how the cloth felt.



"Look, we're a little behind schedule but I'm getting hungry. Can we hold on this shoot and have a bite to eat?" Helen asked.



"Sure!" Shirley said.



"I'm a little hungry myself." Mark said.



"Great! Rose, we'll take lunch out here!" Helen said to the woman that had been in and out all morning with tea and snacks. She nodded and walked off.



"Come back over here Mark and I'll give you a robe. Can't take the thought of you running around in just your diaper. Too hard on my libido." Helen said making it sound like a joke but giving him a hint of how she felt.



Mark didn't realize he'd be wearing the diaper through lunch. Although, in a way it made some sense. Truth was it didn't bother him that he was going to wear it a bit longer. He really favored this brand.



The robe was a thin Summer weight cotton in a soft pastel yellow that tied with a narrow sash. It fell about mid thigh as Mark moved to the wrought iron table. It wasn't exactly a girl's robe but Mark wouldn't have owned it. It also didn't do anything to hide the diaper Mark wore after he sat.



Rose noted that very thing when she brought out a tray of cold cuts and one of cheese. She smiled, it would be nice having a baby running around the house again. Silver trays with meats and cheeses half of which Mark had never seen as Rose left into the house. A picture of lemonade and water followed, with another try of crackers and breads. The last tray she brought held small rich looking little cakes that made Mark smile.



The diaper he sat on made him think a lot of it as he moved just slightly hoping not to be noticed. Rose noticed as did Shirley although neither paid any attention to it. Both already knew that Mark was being impacted by what he wore. Lunch meanwhile was excellent and filing.



Helen, also still eating, was beside herself at the moment deciding to switch from the night time disposables to the cloth for the next photo shoot. She had an idea as she said: "Mark, Shirley, we're running a bit behind so I thought we changed the schedule a bit. I'd like to end this around three so let's focus on just the first cloth diaper and a couple of the plastic... I mean diaper covers. Is that OK?"



Shirley was actually there at the bidding of Helen and agreed instantly: "No problem."



Mark as well didn't have a problem with trying out those cloth diapers and plastic pants. He almost smiled at Helen's attempt to keep reminding herself that those panties were diaper covers and not plastic or baby panties. Mark had already stopped trying to think of them that way. "OK with me as well." Mark said.



"There is one other thing and I wasn't going to worry about it, but it will keep you on the clock money wise. That is if you are willing to do it?" Helen said looking at Mark.



"What's that?" Mark asked.



"The manufacture of this next diaper, the cloth one, has asked their distributors to consider them from a customer's perspective. They've sent a marketing survey and I was going to supplement the ad with some sort of request offering customers a discount for their participation. Only I'm thinking it might be better if that was you, Mark? That is I think it would be better providing that information." Helen said.



"Hows that?" Mark asked not sure what she meant.



"After the shooting and before Shirley returns for the night diaper shots, I was hoping you'd stay in that particular set for a bit and consider as you do so. Mostly from the perspective of comfort. I'll keep you on the clock for your normal wage if you did that. This way I sort of get two uses with the same diaper." Helen said.



"How long would you want that to last?" Mark asked secretly happy if not just a little bit thrilled.



"If we quit at three and pick this back up at say seven, which gives us time for dinner, I'm sure that would be enough. We can shoot the night time diapers then. I'd need a couple of paragraphs from you and you can relax in one of the guest rooms. Is that OK?" Helen said.



"Sure! I mean that's OK if you need it. I don't mind, and that extra money is a nice addition, thanks." Mark said.



"Your welcome." Helen said almost fainting. This was going better than expected. She might even talk him into an overnight evaluation as well. It would depend on how he reacted to the cloth and her support. She quickly thought about which diaper to use and, more importantly, which pair of baby pants. She decided on the soft pastel yellow print.



Shirley was changing the film as Mark moved back to the changing table. When he arrived he'd had two cups of tea, a few sips of water since then and for lunch nearly eight ounces of lemonade. That lemonade was just starting to join with the other liquids.



"I'm going to need a bathroom?" Mark said with a touch of embarrassment. The fact that he was wearing a diaper hadn't escaped him and the urge to use it had grown almost overwhelming.



"Excellent?" Helen said.



"What?" Mark asked.



"Just a second Mark. Shirley, can we get a few shots of the moisture line changing color on this diaper?" Helen asked.



"Sure? Why?" Shirley asked.



"Mark needs the restroom and I was just thinking how much better it would be if we actually shoot a wet diaper already on him before we switch. Is that OK?" Helen asked.



"Of course!" Shirley said.



"Mark, do you mind?" Helen asked keeping her fingers crossed.



"You want me to wet into this diaper?" Mark asked not sure how to react. Of course that was his first thought when the urge came on, but doing so made him flush red at the thought.



"I wasn't until you mentioned it. Fact is I was going to simply use one and pour water into it so the moisture strips change color and I can still do that if this is going to bother you. I was just thinking it would make a better picture with the diaper on someone." Helen noted.



"Oh? Well, I guess I can." Mark said sheepishly and added for the sake of his ego: "If that's what you want?"



"That would be great. Shirley, can you do that?" Helen asked looking at her photographer.



"Of course. I'll set this one up for a close up." Shirley said as she began making adjustments to the camera.



Mark was in front of the backdrop and amazed at how difficult it was wetting. He had to go but the act of wetting into something kept him from doing so. Shirley waited as did Helen. This was another little milestone she was hoping for.



Mark's face said it all as it softened. Shirley began snapping pictures and Helen beamed as her little baby wet into his diaper.

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OK, Smile - Part 6

Author: Mary Beth Sanford, Feb/13/2004 14:07:16 [-05 EST]



Mark couldn't believe he was doing this as the warm liquid spread from the front to between his legs then just slightly around him. The camera was clicking away but had stopped long before Mark did. He was relived as the urge passed.



He was amazed at what he'd just done. He couldn't wait for the cloth diaper and plastic pants. He stood there suddenly embaressed beyond belief over his wet diaper. Shirley, thankfully didn't seem to notice and Helen was behind the partition. He moved in that direction feeling the diaper conform differently as he did so. He saw the diaper then.



The diaper was very thick. Soft looking and shaped like an hour glass. Helen had it still folded and was holding several pairs of baby pants. Two pair were definitely for girls simply because one was pinkish and another in a lavender color. Helen chose the soft pastel yellow pair as planned. There were small baby bunnies in pastels.



"Here we go again!" Helen said as she patted the changing table.



Mark was up on that table again in an instant. He'd been on that table almost a dozen times getting changed only this time he was "really" getting changed. The thought of that made his head swim as he spared his legs. He was almost faint when Helen brought over a plastic box of baby wipes. Soft with aloe and lanolin the label read and below that it noted: "Won't harm your baby's skin!"



He reacted just at reading that as Helen peeled the seal on top that tugged one up into the ready position. She undid his tapes and bundled the sodden diaper into a ball before Mark lifted himself so she could pull it free of him. A moment after that she tugged the baby wipe free and Mark closed his eyes.



"Going to be a little cool!" Helen said as the moist baby wipe touched him. Mark nodded and felt himself react to the wipe as Helen pressed it against him. He imagined himself in a crib suddenly with a pacifier in his mouth or baby's bottle. Those images were not nearly as scary as exciting. It felt so oddly exciting. He couldn't help himself.



You like that don't you baby? Yes you do! You like mommy changing you don't you precious? Helen thought to herself as she spent as much time as she could with the second wipe. Mark's face couldn't hide what he was feeling, although even if it did his reaction was obvious.



"Lift your bottom for me!" Helen said softly as she put the second wipe she used with the diaper she'd rolled into a ball. Mark did and the soft cotton diaper went under him. The baby powder followed and Mark began wondering how he could make this last. He wanted to make it last forever and this time he didn't ignor the feelings.



His eyes were dreamy as Helen spread baby powder over him. She took longer than she had any time before this and she was guessing she could take as long as she wanted. She also played with the diaper more. Helen tugged gently, moved it side to side, then laid it gently over his young man streching it just a little so the soft cotton teased.



Mark almost couldn't stand it. It was getting worse with each diaper but this.... This was blowing him away. It felt like a baby's blanket between his legs. He was amazed at how soft cotton could feel and how wonderfully it formed around him. Helen smoothed the sides against his skin bringing the back layer over the front before adding Mark's first diaper pin.



It was the best diaper she could find. Eleven layers of cotton hemmed with a soft stitch and formed nearly perfectly around him. Since he was going to be in this particular style for nearly the rest of the night she wanted him comfortably aware of his fate. She closed the second side slowly tugging the flaps together before pinning it closed.



Her little baby was off in baby land and of that she was certain if the eyes were mirrors of the mind. When Mark lifted his legs for the baby pants it was all he could do to hid what he was doing. It came upon him the instant his legs moved up causing the diaper to ease a little and thus move, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He flushed beet red.



Helen, noting what had happened, was happening, turned quickly as she said: "Give me a minute, I need to check something.



Mark was alone and thankful for that as he moved his hand over his diaper. He was almost beyond speaking as he brought himself to the end of his orgasium. He was almost back to normal if you didn't count his eyes as Helen returned. There was no doubt about Mark now, Helen mused, as she gathered his baby pants to slip them over his feet.



There was no doubt left in Mark's mind either. He had never done that and amazed that he had. He was also very sensitive as he lifted his feet for his baby pants. Helen, realizing that Mark's brain was awash with endorphens decided to take a chance with his mood.



"Listen, I know you're not very keen on the girl stuff, and frankly I don't blame you, but I was thinking that if we swap these baby pants for the pink and then add the onesie for it's shot we can get most of it out of the way." Helen said.



Mark, not thinking of anything else but those incredible few moments nodded. It would mean he be in pink baby pants and a pink onesie till Shirley returned at seven. It also meant he'd be in his diaper from now until then.



"I can handle that!" Mark said not giving it another thought.



"Excellent!" Helen said lifing the pastel pink baby pants. She paused only for a second before adding: "Might just as well change these diaper pins. Those white tips will blend too much with the white diaper."



"Oh! OK." Mark said hoping she wasn't going to actually remove the diaper. Last thing he wanted was for Helen to discover what he had done. The thought of those pink baby pants with their cute little pastel baby animals covering them made him giddy. It got better as Helen gathered them in her hand.



"Hate to say this, and I know guys don't like hearing such things, but I've got to tell you Mark that you look adorable laying there in that diaper." Helen said taking another chance to push him a little further.



"What? Oh!" Was all Mark could get out over that. He was pondering his new baby pants and those diaper pins with the pink bears at the tip that Helen was using to pin his diaper closed. His face flushed at the complement that he should have challanged but didn't. He felt "cute".



It was what Helen had hoped for as she added the second pink diaper pin. He was hooked as much as she hoped and amazed that it had gone as quickly as it had. It was two thirty and he'd been in diapers since just a bit after nine. Not quite six hours and he was in cloth and about to be put into pink baby pants.



Shirley was also amazed as Mark came from around the partition. He was in pink! Now that was really something and even Shirley began thinking she could have fun with a young man that looked like that. She also knew Helen wanted a lot of pictures and as much time for Mark to appreciate his condition. She would do that for both their sakes.



"Helen, do you have something I can put on the floor?" Shirley asked.



"Sure!" Helen said as she moved to where everything was stacked. She grabbed the pink baby blanket and brought it over. Mark blushed but stood aside so Helen could lay it flat in front of the partition. Shirley, meanwhile, had gone over to a large bag and was returning with a pastel colored backdrop that she added to the first.



Mark watched till Helen left the scene and then Shirley as she moved back to her camera as she said: "Mark, why don't we get the floor shots first. I want you to lay flat on you stomich with your legs towards me and bend both up with your right bent slightly more than you left."



Mark got down on the baby blanket and adjusted his legs a little as Shirley directed and smiled happily as the firmness of the floor pressed against his diaper and baby pants. He was in pink on a pink baby blanket. The only thing missing was something to nurse as he laid there and smiled over that as well.



"OK, smile!" Shirley said as the camera began clicking.

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OK, Smile - Part 7

Author: Mary Beth Sanford, Feb/15/2004 15:04:03 [-04]



It was more than Helen could stand in those minutes and Mark, as it happened, wasn't the only one that slipped slowly into a blissful state of euphoria. Helen shuddered as her own orgasm passed in waves over her. Shirley meanwhile had reached the end of the film in this series.



"OK, I think I've got enough. Some really great shots even if I do say so myself." Shirley noted as she lifted the clip board to note the film number and content. Mark stood and Helen stood both looking slightly flustered at the moment. Enough for Shirley to notice and smile over.



"Great! OK then, Mark why don't we get you into that onesie so you can relax a bit and Shirley, if you don't mind, this would be a great time to take a break." Helen said.



Mark almost skipped to the changing table and Shirley picked up her film case after planting the last small canister into it. "I'll get proofs made so you guys can see what I've shot so far. We're going to pick this back up at seven right?" Shirley asked.



"Seven it is." Helen said shaking the pink onesie open. It looked identical to the white and powder blue onesie with one small difference. The difference was that this one was lined in nylon. A small difference that Helen hoped would have a big impact on Mark's psyche.



Of course if Helen could read minds she'd of known that Mark's psyche was already being impacted. Of course Helen didn't actually need to read minds as Mark came over to settle on the changing table. No hesitation this time. No frowns and his diaper and plastic panties didn't hide his thoughts on such things.



"I'll see you guys at seven!" Shirley said hefting the large bag onto her shoulder along with her purse. Mark nodded as he watched the onesie in Helen's hands. Helen nodded as well and Shirley was gone without either of them noticing.



The onesie was styled like a baby's tee-shirt but went over Mark's head and in an instant Mark felt the nylon against his skin. His reaction was instantaneous as well before Helen had him lay back so she could tug it snug and snap the bottom closed. Five snaps closed it before Helen stood back.



"There we go. I've had Rose put a note pad and pencil in the guest room for you. Dinner is at five so we've got a couple of hours before then. You are more than welcome to take a nap as I plan on doing." Helen said almost rubbing the front of Mark. She resisted that and a warm motherly hug.



Mark nodded and was about to stand again when Helen held a hand up before noting: "Something for your feet! Hope you don't mind but these were intended for Tracy."



The pixie style slippers were color matched to Mark's onesie in a soft quilt that was definitely for a girl but by this time Mark wasn't paying much attention. The soft silky nylon lining was having it's way with him and he simply shrugged.



I'm wearing pink baby pants, a pink style onesie so it hardly matters what I've got on my feet!" Mark said trying to sound sarcastic but failing. Helen nodded as she helped him into them noting that he'd feel differently when it was a cute pair of Mary Jane shoes. Although she was almost certain that by the time he wore those it really wouldn't matter.



"Rose, would you show Mark to the West guest room?" Helen asked. Rose always seemed to be there when she was needed Mark noticed. Rose also didn't say much Mark also noticed as he stood. It was in standing that caught mark off guard as the nylon moved over his chest as it stretched slightly. It was snug, not tight and clearly it was designed to do just what is was doing as he felt the diaper being gently lifted between his legs. That, Mark decided, was a good thing.



Helen watched Mark walk off with Rose and swooned like a school girl at the image moving off. Mark was heavily padded giving his bottom a decidedly babyish look and that onesie very definitely a little girl baby. She was thinking of the dresses and which of those she favored that would look cute on him deciding that all of them would.



The room was ornate, comfortable looking and on his nightstand was a pad and pencil. Rose has also left a small picture of lemonade and a glass sitting on a silver tray. She excused herself noting that dinner would be at five. Mark thanked her and waited for the door to close before moving to the mirror. Mark ran his hands from his chest to his bottom in a slow exploratory way.



Helen watched from her office. They fall so fast, she mused, and this young man had tumbled the fastest of all. She also did another inventory of things she'd need to change him. He hadn't asked about that but it was two hours till dinner. She switched off the video from the Nanny Cam.



Mark wrote key words on the pad of paper: "Soft, comfortable." He spent another ten minutes explaining why he liked the contoured shape and the wide elastic on the "diaper cover". He didn't write down baby pants but that's what he was thinking. The urge, at first, was mild.



Mark wasn't sure what to do as he laid there on the bed. It would be embarrassing to summon Rose or Helen but he was going to given that only a half hour had passed. "Rose!" Mark said to the small speaker on the wall next to the light switch.



"Yes?" Rose said cordially.



"Is Helen available?" Mark asked.



"I believe so, shall I check for you?" Rose asked.



"Ah, yes. Yes please." Mark said after pausing. Moments passed and Mark found himself wetting again.



"Mark?" Helen said after a single knock.



Mark opened the door feeling flush with what he had done.



"I forgot to go to the bathroom and..." Mark started to say before realizing Helen's hands were full.



"I just realized it myself when Rose called me. That was my fault. I should have said something but it didn't dawn on me until now. No big deal, I can change you in here." Helen said moving past Mark before he could say anything else.



Mark was thrilled as he watched Helen lay the changing pad on his bed. His fresh diaper and a second pair of baby pants were laying with the baby wipes and powder. Mark sheepishly moved to the changing pad when Helen was ready.



It seemed to Mark Helen was moving in slow motion as she undid each snap of his onesie before Mark lifted a little. Helen allowed it to gather past his diaper and plastic pants then he watched as Helen undid both diaper pins after moving his baby pants down slightly.



Mark's wet diaper and baby pants were tugged gently down his legs together leaving the diaper in the plastic panties as a bundle. Helen used three baby wipes to clean him this time. One more than last time. That too was a good thing Mark mused as he ignored his reaction this time.



It was the baby powder that Helen used after slipping the diaper under him. A great deal of baby powder and a lot of effort on Helen's part to rub it everywhere. Everywhere and slowly as her eyes glazed. Mark had already slipped past caring and if he'd had a choice she could have stayed there forever.



Helen was sitting at the beds side a moment later and carefully bent at the waist to meet Mark who watched in rapt fascination as she did so. He knew what was coming but didn't fight it. He couldn't as Helen's lips touched his in a very gentle way. Mark felt almost helpless or wanted to as he kissed back. Helen's left hand took the rest of Mark's will away.