Diaper Sorority - Part one

Author – Penthouse Variations magazine

My first year at a small private California college was as uneventful

and dull as you can imagine. I'd received a full scholarship to the

all-girl school shortly before my high school graduation in the Midwest.

I was looking forward to the change of pace and the California weather.

I was going to miss my family, but I wasn't going to miss my boyfriend

or any of the other goons from my home town, that's for sure.

I'd lost my virginity as a high school junior but found sex with high

school Neanderthals boring and brutal. The best sex I had was

masturbating in the shower or in the privacy of my own bed. I was

genuinely hoping to find a more exciting sex life in California. But

after my first year in college, I was very reluctant to return. The

campus was fine, quiet and rural; the classes academically challenging;

and I'd even made a few friends, but my sex life was even worse now that

I shared a room and a bathroom in a dorm.

Back on campus for the start of the second year, I was seriously

considering moving home. Over a beer one night, I was confessing my

depressing life to my friend Carrie when she suggested I check out her

sorority. "It's a blast and I think you'll love living at the house,

it's great. The girls are very supportive," she rambled on.

"Yeah, but will improve my sex life?" I said.

"You'd be surprised," she countered with a wink.

I knew most of the girls in the house from classes and such and they did

seem to be a tight knit group. At this point I was ready to try just

about anything and I think Carrie understood this.

On many occasions over the next several weeks I partied with the 15

girls and met the house mother. I eventually pledged to the sorority.

Little did I know my life was going to change very shortly.

Pledge week was the usual list of services to the house and campus and a

few stupid but fun prank-like activities. Come Friday night was the

sorority's "Slumber Party" and my final initiation. Another pledge, a

first year girl from Florida, and I were to report to the house early

that afternoon in preparation and for room assignments. Greeting us at

the door were two seniors, dressed to kill, short leather minis and

leather halters barely containing their ample breasts and very sexy

fishnet stockings. I don't know what I was expecting, but my

anticipation was rising with every minute. The house was dark and we

were immediately blindfolded and lead deeper into the huge sorority

house. Immediately we were pledged to complete and unbending obedience

and stripped of our clothes.

The next thing I know, I'm being washed by many sets of hands in a warm

bubbly bath. Nervous and stiff at first, offended by this invasion, I'm

told to relax and let myself go. Soon, soft, gentle fingers and palms

are finding their way into every crevice of my body, slowly and

methodically massaging my most sensitive parts, stopping just short of

bringing me to climax. During several intervals, I'm ordered to drink

tall glasses of what tastes like iced tea. Soon, my head is swimming and

I'm feeling quite light headed but incredibly relaxed.

Still unable to see anything, I'm lead from the bath and gently dried.

Someone lays me down on what feels like a warm, slippery sheet and soon

another set of hands is spreading warm oil over my vagina, slipping in

and out of me with two and three fingers at a time. Then I feel a warm

blade whisks my pubic hair away. I'm washed again and oiled again. The

tea begins to fill my bladder and I ask if I can use the potty. I'm told

that all Delta "babies" never use the toilet and I'm to put it from my

mind.

The pressure is building as I squirm under a dusting of what smells like

sweet baby powder. Gently, my legs are lifted above the sheet and I feel

a cool, soft cloth being slipped under by bottom. As the thick cloth is

drawn up between my legs I realize I'm being diapered and hear the snap

of diaper pins secure the cloth around my middle. Next, I hear the

unmistakable rustle of plastic panties (as a babysitter through high

school, I changed more than my fair share of diapers including my little

brothers who wore diapers until he was six years old and at night until

he was 13).

The panties were pulled in place and I could feel the diapers bunch

around my incredibly hot crotch. As I was led away I could feel my

bottom waddle and the wad of cloth rub my already steaming pussy. My

nipples had stiffened to attention as soon as someone began bathing me

and they had stayed rock hard. I could also feel the pressure in my

bladder building, desperately telling me I needed to relieve myself.

Soon, another pair of hands was dressing me, pulling something light and

lacy over my bare breasts, rubbing my super sensitive nipples

incessantly. I was then ordered to down yet another glass of tea. Within

minutes I was pleading for relief, "Please, please let me use the potty,

I have to pee very badly."

No answer as I was left standing who knows where. "God, I'm going to wet

my pants," I could hear the other initiate plead. And then It happened

to me: I could feel my warm stream rush into the diaper, spreading

through my crotch and over my shaved vagina. The feeling was

unbelievably delicious as the tepid liquid rushed from my bladder,

spilling up and over my newly sensitized pubic area. I couldn't believe

how excited I was wetting my panties as my juices mixed with the pee

gathering in the seat of my diapers. Still blindfolded, I took a few

steps to steady myself when the bunch of the wet diaper rubbing against

my throbbing clitoris and the plastic panties slipping and sliding

between my legs sent waves of orgasm shooting through my body. I nearly

collapsed in exhaustion when I felt a supporting hand ease me to a bed.

The blindfolds were removed and in the twilight of the room I saw all of

my new sorority sisters watching me with amused approval. On the other

side of the bed, lay Claire, the other initiate, breathing hard, wearing

a very sexy baby doll, a matching pair of pink plastic panties and her

own bulky diaper, stained dark yellow with her accident. I looked at

myself and saw I was wearing my own little baby doll nightgown in pastel

blue that did nothing to cover my own baby print waterproof panties and

sopping wet didy. In minutes, we were being changed and new dry diapers

were pinned on while as many as four sets of hands lovingly caressed our

bodies, massaging my hard nipples as no man had ever done!

With dry diapers in place, we were then ordered to diaper all the rest

of the sorority house. Each girl had her own thick diapers and we were

encouraged to oil every vagina and every bottom generously before we

pinned the thick cloths between each girl's legs. Each girl also got a

pair of baby panties slipped over their diapers. My head was spinning, I

could hardly believe what was happening here, watching 15 girls become

transformed from mature, educated young women into cute little toddlers.

Some of the girls preferred little sleepers over their diapers while

others wandered from bed to bed socializing with nothing on but diapers

and baby panties.

When we were done, Claire and I were ordered to change any of the girls

who had an accident but we were cautioned not to wet ourselves under any

circumstances. Within an hour most of the girls were wet and already

been changed once. I looked over to Claire and saw she was again

squirming noticeably, trying to hold back her pee. I, too, was beginning

to feel the pressure and I knew it wouldn't be long before I couldn't

help myself. Of course, all this activity and the threat of unknown

punishment and the mounting pressure of my bladder made me incredibly

hot again, my fluids alone were enough to dampen my diaper. Finally,

Claire, crying she couldn't hold it any longer, stood in front of

everybody and flooded her diaper. Watching the wet, yellow stain fill

her crotch and seat made me lose complete control and soon I was wetting

my own diaper. Once we were discovered in wet panties again, the house

president, a gorgeous, leggy junior ordered us on our knees, "Do you

know what happens to naughty little girls who wet their panties?" she

asked.

"They get spanked," she said. Standing again in front of my new sisters

again, our baby panties were gently pulled around our ankles and the

second in command proceeded to spank us through our wet diapers and it

hurt. Enough so that Claire started to cry and didn't stop until she was

re-diapered and one of the girls nursed her with her breast while she

was rocked back and forth.

The rest of the night was spent wetting our diapers, changing the others

when they wet theirs and indulging in absolutely sinful sex during and

in between. At one point, two of the girls held me down during one

change while another girl wrapped her tongue around my clitoris. Right

before bed time, Claire and I were given baby bottles with chocolate

milk. Drifting off to sleep I could feel the slightest pressure in my

bladder gives way to a thorough wetting. I felt just like a little baby

girl, secure in her diapers.

This story is continued in Part two!