Greg woke up in the middle of the night. It was pitch black in the tent. He found that Diane was fast asleep next to him, snoring softly. He wondered what had woke him up. Then he heard the noises outside. They had been going on for a while, but he was so tired that it took him a while to wake up. Suddenly he heard a throaty growl and he became very scared. The growl awakened Diane. She turned to him and whispered "Well it is the pesky bear again." Again there was a louder growl. Greg clung to Diane like a frightened child. "I am scared, Diane." She held him to her breasts. "There, there, sweetie. Don't be scared. Diane won't let the nasty bear get to you. Just lay down quietly and the bear will go away." He remembered what Diane had told him. Most human bear encounters end with serious injury to humans. He felt panic rising within him. He started to sob into her large breasts. "Please don't cry, honey. If the bear hears you he will most certainly visit our tent. He is probably trashing the supply tent, though I don't know why." She whispered in his ear. This frightened him even more and he wet his diaper copiously. Diane guessed what was happening. She inserted her hand inside his diaper and felt the stream on her hand. She smiled to herself and kissed him on the forehead. Greg knew that Diane knew what was happening and it added to his humiliation. With effort, he was able to reduce his sobbing to sniffling. "That is better, honey. But you must be totally quiet. Bears have an acute sense of hearing." she whispered into his ear. "We better do something about your sniveling." She removed her hand from his diaper and wiped it on the outside of his diaper. She undid the clasp on her nursing bra, exposing one breast. Greg, of course, could not see anything in the total darkness. She held her large breast in one hand and with the other hand, guided his face to her large, brown tit. His lips closed around her tit and he started sucking vigorously. He could feel the clasp of her nursing bra brushing his cheek. "That's a good boy. You suck all you want, honey. That way you won't cry and the nasty Mr. Bear won't hear you." Greg felt very secure and protected as he lay in Diane's arms, suckling on her breast. He knew she wouldn't let anything happen to him. He did not know exactly what she would do if the bear entered their tent, but by now he had developed a child like faith in her abilities. He clung to her tightly and started sucking harder. Diane rubbed his cheek with the clasp of her nursing bra and kissed him lightly on his forehead. The noises subsided gradually and soon both of them fell asleep again, with Greg nursing on her breast. When Greg woke up, daylight was streaming through the tent walls. He still had Diane's nipple in his mouth. Diane was also awake, looking down at him lovingly. She kissed him on the forehead and said "Let us go and see how much damage the bear has done, shall we?" He winced as he got an awful whiff of her morning breath. When she mentioned the bear, it brought back the events of the night. He clung to her tightly and said "Do we have to? Let us just lie here for a while." "Oh, don't worry, dear. The bear must have left hours ago." As they were walking towards the supply tent, Diane said "I just don't understand it. I thought I had taken every precaution. We put all the food up in the trees. What could have attracted the bear?" To Diane, the bear was a god send. The original plan was to simulate the bear attack. She was going to trash the supply tent in the middle of the night, confident that Greg would be too exhausted to wake up. However, a real bear attack would look more convincing than a simulated one. Just one thing she wanted to be sure of. She had got up at dawn, visited the supply tent and had found there what she was looking for. She had left everything as it was and gone back to sleep. Soon they reached the tent and started to look around. "What is that awful smell?" It was , of course, the smell of stale chicken broth. "Oh, that must be the bear urine." Diane replied. The bear had completely trashed the tent. Pieces of tent fabric were everywhere. Both the suitcases had been shredded and all their clothes were torn to bits. "Just as well we did not put any of the boxes in the tent." Diane said. After a couple of minutes, she cried out "Oh, this explains the attack. Here is the culprit." Greg hurried over to her side. She was holding a piece of the candy wrapper in her hand. "Does this look familiar, Greg?" Greg's heart sank as he saw the piece of paper. "Oh, I forgot all about the candy bars. I am sorry, Diane. I really am." Diane was angry. "Really, are you stupid or what? After my repeated warnings about leaving food lying around, you still left candy bars in your trousers? I know you are a novice then it comes to outdoors, but that does not mean that you have to check your brain at the door." "What can I say, Diane? I goofed. I completely forgot about the candy bars. What can I do to make it up to you? Just name it and I will do it" "Well, all our clothes are gone. You at least have your diapers. But all I have is what I am wearing." "But I don't want to spend the rest of the vacation in diapers." "Well do you know how to make clothes from tree bark? Even I don't have that skill. What are you complaining about anyway? At least you get to change clothes. If I want a change of clothes, I have to get naked and wash what I am wearing. Then it will take several hours to dry it. No, guilty as you are, you still have the better of the bargain." "This vacation totally sucks. I wish I had accepted your suggestion of checking into the motel and returning to city the next day." "Tell me about it. Well, what is done is done. There is no point in crying over spilt milk, or torn clothes in this case. Let us wash up, make breakfast and finish the unpacking. But first, let me change your diaper. I know you are soaked." She said with a knowing smile. Greg remembered the previous night and turned red with shame. However, he lay still as Diane dried him, applied baby oil, and powdered and diapered him. He did not even put up a token resistance this time. He had wet himself several times so far and Diane had managed to convince him that the only way to keep the bear at bay was to prevent the smell of urine from reaching him. By the time they had washed up and finished a breakfast of pancakes and sausages, both of them felt better. "Let us get on with unpacking then." Diane said. There were still several boxes left. As Diane opened the second box, she exclaimed "Oh, joy. Oh, joy. Our problem is solved. Look what this box contains." The box contained mainly female clothes. There were two shorts, several blouses, a couple of sweatshirts and three skirts and a pair of women's jeans. All the blouses were very frilly and feminine looking. "Daddy is truly a king among men. There are enough clothes here for both of us." Her imaginary daddy was certainly coming in very handy. "Great. I will take the shorts. They are not very feminine. And the sweatshirts. Perhaps the jeans. You will look good in skirts and frilly blouses." "The hell I will. When I am outdoors I prefer to be comfortable rather than look good. And anyway, I never wear such frilly clothes. I don't know why daddy sent these. I guess he still thinks I am his sweet, innocent little girl. Or maybe he just wishes I would start wearing frilly clothes. Have you ever seen me in frilly clothes like these?" "Well, no. But these are not work clothes, more like party clothes. We have never met socially before so I wouldn't know." "Well, take my word for it. I never wear clothes like these. It is just one of dad's fantasies. No, it is shorts and sweatshirts for me. You are welcome to borrow the skirts and blouses." "Have a heart, Diane. I would look ridiculous in skirt and blouse." "Well, you are hardly in a position to argue. It was your fault that we lost all our clothes. This is the least you can do to make up for your mistake. No, it is skirt and blouse for you for the rest of the vacation." "Well, I don't know. I may prefer to go without clothes rather than wear female clothes." "And spend the rest of the vacation in just diapers. Yeah, that is much more dignified. Well, suit yourself. But you forget the black flies. Once those little minxes become horny, they start biting anything in sight, right and left." "Minxes? Horny? What are you talking about? The black flies we saw yesterday were totally harmless." "Greg, mosquitoes, black flies and similar insects do not bite for food, but for reproduction. The females lack a certain chemical necessary in the production of the egg shell. They can get that chemical only through haemoglobin from the blood. That is why they bite. The males do not bite at all. The females bite only when they are in heat. Mosquitoes are, of course, in heat all the time. Black flies come in heat in early August. I was surprised that they did not bite yesterday. But they will start biting any day now. If we go anywhere in the woods and you are attacked by black flies, it won't be a pretty site. A bite from a black fly is quite painful and leads to considerable amount of swelling. If I were you, I would wear any clothes I can get my hands on." Greg looked at Diane. Was she telling the complete truth, half truth or a total lie? He had no way of knowing. He wished (not for the last time) that he knew more about outdoors. He shrugged. It wasn't worth the risk. "All right. If you say so." "I think you are doing the right thing. Just a while ago you were complaining that you did not want to spend the rest of the vacation in diapers. Any clothes are better than no clothes at all. Besides, when Helen comes to pick us up, would you rather face her in diapers or in skirt and blouse?" "And those are my only choices?" "I am afraid so. Now let us get dressed and continue unpacking." Diane changed her clothes. Greg put on a skirt and a blouse. The skirt easily fit over his diaper and he wondered about that. "Oh, there are also panties and bras in here. Since you are wearing a diaper, you don't need panties. But would you like to wear a bra? That would protect your blouse to some extent from sweat." "No, thank you. I would prefer to wear a sweat soaked blouse to wearing a bra, if those are my only choices." Diane shrugged. At least she was able to get him into female clothing. During the unpacking, she found several excuses to go into the bushes and take his pictures and video footage. The unpacking went on well after lunch. They found another tent, which they set up again as a supply tent. There was another stove, some more canned food, a couple of beach umbrellas (also three more bottles of iodine solution) and much more. In the afternoon Diane suggested another hike in the woods. It was hot and they were both sweating. "This time we will be prepared for the bear, since we know there is one about. We are both getting a little hot. Let's really work up a sweat by a hike and then we can come back and have a nice bath. Before we go, do you need changing?" "Very funny, Diane. I have not used my diaper at all." "I know that, Greg. What I meant was that by removing and replacing the diaper a couple of times, the adhesive tape might have started coming loose." "It seems to be all right." Diane checked it herself. It seemed to be adequate. "It should be all right until tonight. I will change your diaper before we go to bed." Soon they were off. This time Diane took them on a different hike. Helen was supposed to have placed three booby traps on this trail. She was leading the way as before and she was on the lookout for the first trap. As Greg followed her, he could see her hard muscular thighs, shapely legs and tight ass. Man, she was one hot babe. Maybe today he could talk her into having sex. This trail did not go into the mountains, like yesterday's trail and Greg was able to walk this one without Diane's help. Diane soon came across a wild cherry tree. The tiny berries were bright red and ripe. They looked very tempting. As her hand started traveling towards the tree, she nearly broke her arm snatching it back just in time. In a flash, she thought of a way of greatly adding to Greg's humiliation if only he would cooperate a little bit. She looked back as Greg was passing the tree. Her heart leapt with joy as he picked a few berries and popped them into his mouth. She let him chew a couple of times. Then she suddenly yelled out. "Oh, my god. Did you eat some of those berries?" Greg, totally confused nodded. "Stop chewing. And whatever you do, don't swallow. Didn't you know that the berries are poisonous?" "No." He replied with mouth full. "Don't talk, sweetie. You may accidentally swallow. Open your mouth." She slapped his cheek lightly. "Come on, open wide." As he opened his mouth, she placed his chin in the palm of her hand and held his face by placing her fingers on both his cheeks. Then she squeezed his cheeks hard so that his face would stay open. She started scooping out cherry pulp and pits from his mouth with the two fingers of her other hand. "It is my fault. I should have warned you about this tree. This is the 'poison cherry', a distant cousin of poison ivy. Its berries are bright red, as opposed to white berries of poison ivy. But they are a deadly poison, same as poison ivy berries. The animals thrive on them. But if you swallow even a little bit, it will kill you. The berries are very deceptive in that they taste sweet and not bitter." She was scooping stuff rapidly out of his mouth as she was talking. She stopped and said "It's no good. There are just too many tiny bits in your mouth. I can't scoop out them all. You need to rinse. But there is no water nearby. I have an idea. Keep your mouth open and don't swallow." She moved closer to him and stood upon a small rock so that her face was at slightly higher level compared to his. At this close proximity she smelled of stale sweat and he wondered how he could have thought her sexy just a few minutes ago. Greg was now really scared. The threat with coral snake was speculative at best. The threat with bear was more direct. However, here the poison was directly in his mouth. Never had he come so close to death. He kept his mouth open. He could see Diane's face directly above his. He could see the beads of sweat on her forehead. He could see that she was working her jaws and lips and he knew what was coming. Soon she spat out a small amount of spit. She was thirsty and her spit was thick and foamy. It hung on to her lips by a long strand as it descended slowly. He felt revolted. However, slowly her spit broke off from her lips and landed in his mouth. Here he was, wearing a frilly blouse and a skirt, about to take a woman's spit in his mouth. Can humiliation be carried any further, he wondered. The answer was, of course, yes. "Now, remember, don't swallow. Just rinse your mouth and spit it out. As he spat, he could see tiny red bits of cherries in the spit. Diane repeated the procedure again. She was able to generate a bit more spit compared to last time. This time he could smell her sour breath. However, never was he more grateful to anybody in his life. He thought of her as a doctor performing painful surgery or giving him a bitter medicine. Again he rinsed his mouth with her spit and spat it on the ground. "Not enough" Diane said. "I am thirsty myself and I just cannot generate enough spit. I have another idea. Squat down in front of me." "What, what are you going to do?" This time she slapped him hard. "Shut up, you son of a bitch. Do you want to swallow accidentally? I don't want your death on my conscience. Now get your ass down there and squat in front of me before you keel over and die a twitching, agonizing death." Thoroughly terrorized by now, he squatted in front of her. She removed her shorts and lowered her panties. It was hot and she was sweating. This was the first time he had seen her pussy so close up. He noticed how dense and hairy it was. There were beads of sweat in her pussy hair. It smelled of urine, sweat and her juices. "I was going to explain to you without you opening your trap. Now open wide and put your mouth under my pussy." My god, this can't be happening he thought to himself. "Give a tap on my leg when your mouth is half full." she told him. As he expected, she started pissing in his mouth. Her pussy hair were tickling his lips. He could see her yellow piss land in his mouth. He could taste her hot, acrid, bitter, salty piss. Soon his mouth was half full and he tapped on her leg. She stopped pissing. "Now rinse thoroughly and don't swallow whatever you do. After rinsing, spit it out." He obeyed. As he spat out her piss, he could see that some red bits were still in his mouth. When he was done, he opened his mouth wide again and tapped on her leg. Diane was able to repeat this three or four times. "That is it, I am afraid. I don't have any more piss. That should be enough. Thank god you are all right. I would never have forgiven myself if something had happened to you." "Now, Greg, there is a bit of a problem. I don't have any tissue paper. Would you mind licking me clean? It's all right to swallow now. I think you are out of danger." Greg was extremely grateful to her for saving his life. He started licking her pussy clean with his tongue. However, Diane had not had sex for quite a while now and she was already a bit horny. As his tongue entered her hairy snatch, she became aroused and started to moan. Greg finished cleaning her pussy with his tongue and started to withdraw his face. However, she firmly held his face in place so that his tongue was deep in her pussy. "Don't stop, dear. Keep licking. God, that feels good." Greg was getting smothered in her hairy pussy. He was finding it difficult to breath. The rancid smell of her pussy was also beginning to get to him. He decided to get it over with quickly and started licking vigorously. As she was already horny, it did not take long to bring her to climax. Her whole body shuddered and her frothy discharge entered his mouth and covered his face. He again licked her clean. Then he licked his lips to clean them. By now, Diane had calmed down. "Thank you, dear. I needed that." She said, still holding his face in her pussy. "You are welcome Diane. You saved my life. This was the least I could do for you." she heard his indistinct, muffled reply, since his face was still in her pussy. She was wondering whether to ask him to bring her to a climax yet again. However, by now, all this activity was too much for him. The smell of her pussy, her urine, her spit had gone right to his head. He gave a mighty heave and threw up on the ground. He kept on retching again and again, till his stomach was totally empty. This pleased Diane tremendously. "That's a good boy." She said, patting him on the head. "If you accidentally swallowed any of the poison cherries, this should have brought it all up. Now we know you are going to be all right. What a relief. I would never have forgiven myself if anything had happened to you." "Now you be a good boy and don't put any strange objects in your mouth without checking with mommy first." she said as she ruffled his hair with her hand. "Sorry, Diane. I will be more careful. The cherries looked so luscious and tempting that I ate them without thinking." "Well there is a general rule of thumb about berries. White berries are mostly harmful to humans. Black berries are mostly harmless and many of them are good to eat. Red berries go both ways. Some are harmful, while others are harmless. All the same, please check with me before putting strange berries in your mouth. Come on, let us be on our way." "Please, Diane. I am feeling very weak. Can't we rest here for a while?" "Well, there is your vomit, my urine, both our spits and my vaginal juices. Who knows what creatures all these smells will attract? We better get away from here as soon as possible. We can rest after we have walked a bit." He saw the wisdom in what she was saying. As for her, it was great if he was weak and tired for the next stage of operations. The episode with wild cherries was not planned but was entirely a bonus. While it added greatly to his humiliation, it was necessary to get back to the original plan. She saw that he had a few pussy hair stuck to his face. "I think I hear something in the bushes." she whispered to him. "Don't do anything, just sit quietly. I will be right back. I have to check it out." From the bushes she was able to get good shots of his face. Using the zoom lens, pussy hair stuck to his face were clearly visible. His face was also glistening with her pussy juices. She took a few pictures. Then she returned. "Greg, there are pussy hair stuck to your face. You may want to clean it up." Greg cleaned his face as well as he could without the help of water or tissues. He still could smell her pussy on his face. Then they were on their way. Greg was feeling extremely weak. After walking for a while, Diane spotted the trap. There were a few rocks placed in the path. Right after that there was a sharp turn. After taking the turn, Diane waited for Greg. She hoped the trap would work. If it didn't, there were two more on the trail. Chances were very good that Greg would trip on one of them, in his weak condition. As she had hoped, Greg stumbled on the rocks. Immediately he had to take the sharp turn and he took the turn while stumbling. There were more roots and rocks there right in his path. This time he took a header. Diane was standing right there. She would have shored him up if she thought he might receive a serious injury. After all, it would be a nuisance if he was incapacitated and she had to look after him for the next few days. However, it did not appear that he would be seriously injured. "Oh, darling, are you all right?" She asked him. Greg sat down on the path. "I guess so." "Why, you have skinned your knee." Diane took out small box of band aids from her purse and put a band aid on the wound. "We will have to wash the wound when we get back. Can you walk?" Greg tried experimentally taking a few steps and found that he had sprained his ankle. Perfect, Diane thought. She just wanted him to be dependent upon her, and not seriously hurt. "It's O.K., honey. Here, you can lean on me." He felt even more weak and dependent on Diane as he had to complete the rest of the trail leaning on her. A little later Diane saw the next trap. It was even better than the first one. After the sharp turn, this time there was a steep drop. Helen had done her job well. If Greg had not fallen down the first time, he most certainly would have tripped at the second trap. She carefully maneuvered them around the second and the third trap. By the time they got back, both of them were hot and sweating profusely. In addition, Greg also had a headache. Diane stripped and dived into the lake. Greg removed his skirt, blouse and diaper and entered the pool. First he rinsed his mouth thoroughly. However he could not get the taste of Diane's urine from his tongue. "Oh, hell." he thought as he washed his mouth with soap. This helped to a large extent. However, because of the sprained ankle, he found it difficult to take a bath. Bending over or sitting down in the pool was difficult. He sat by the pool with his legs in water and tried to wash himself by scooping water in his hand. He was getting frustrated. Diane finished her swim and was toweling herself dry. She saw Greg sitting by the pool. "Why, what is the matter?" "My ankle hurts too much. I don't know how to take a bath." "Well, I suppose I will have to bathe you. But don't get any ideas. I am not your mommy. You will have to learn to take a bath by yourself soon." She said, further adding to his humiliation. She produced a container and started pouring water on him. The cold water felt good and Greg was grateful to Diane for bathing him. After using soap and more water, he felt even better. "Thanks, Diane. I don't know what I would have done without you." "Always remember Greg. You can never go wrong if you obey my orders. Disobey me and terrible things may happen to you." The evening and the night passed without any mishaps. Things had been progressing much faster than Diane had expected and she thought it best to give it a rest until the next morning.