Bicycle Baby

As she lay in bed cuddled up to her boyfriend, Karen realized that she had never before felt so good about herself. Ever since she had revealed all to Peter about her secret fantasies and desires, things had been just wonderful. It had all started one Sunday afternoon just a couple of weeks before, when after making love they had stayed in bed for several hours discussing what turned them on. Karen had been very vague at first, and it took a lot of reassuring from Peter to get her to open up. She had never told anyone before, and had always thought she must be the only person in the world who had such unusual interests. Sometimes she had even worried that she must be crazy or something, and dreaded what other people would think if they ever found out that she wanted to wet her bed and be pinned in diapers like a baby.

Peter had been understanding beyond her wildest dreams, and even admitted that the thought of putting her in diapers was one of the sexiest things he could imagine. In some ways Karen’s confession had not come as a total surprise to him, as he had already noticed things that had made him wonder - little things like the time he had caught her looking through the packets of diapers in the supermarket, and the way she always put her hand between her legs and crossed them tightly whenever a diaper commercial came on television. Then of course there was the night she wet the bed! How could he forget? He was half woken up by the sound of his new girlfriend wriggling around in the bed beside him, and the feel of something strangely warm beneath him. When he had suddenly rolled over to cuddle her, he caught her playing with herself through her soaked nightie and panties. She had insisted otherwise of course, but he was never convinced.

Now that it was all out in the open though, there was no longer any need for Karen to lie. She even stopped hiding her ‘baby’ things when he came to stay, and there was talk they might even move in together. For now though she was just happy to have him there with her, and to be cuddling up to someone who understood her needs. The diaper that Peter had popped her into earlier felt soft and warm, and she wriggled around gently to feel the bulkiness between her thighs and to hear the rustle of her plastic baby pants. Peter was already asleep, so as she began to head that way herself, she went over in her mind the events of the afternoon.

Peter and Karen were keen cyclists, and for a couple of hours in the middle of the day they had ridden to a nearby town and back. Both were exhausted on their return, and while Karen collapsed on the bed to recuperate, Peter flopped himself down on the floor and rested his arms and head on the end of the bed. Karen was lying on her back with her knees up and legs slightly apart, and as they were talking, Peter noticed a small wet patch on the crotch of her bike shorts. At first he figured it was just perspiration, but all of a sudden Karen let out a little sigh and the wet patch suddenly glistened and grew to about twice the size.

Despite his exhaustion, Peter very quickly became aware of the growing erection in his pants, and when he saw the little stain glistening again, he jumped up on the bed to position himself between her feet. "I know what you’re doing" he announced, "and if you don’t behave yourself, you know I’m going to have to punish you. In fact I’m going to get your diaper bag right now."

The expectation of being ‘punished’ was too much for Karen, and with a slight quiver in her voice and a sudden rush of warmth between her thighs, she tried to protest. ‘I’m sorry Peter, but I’m too tired to get up and go to the bathroom. Please don’t punish me. I’ll be a good girl from now on, I promise.’

Without even replying, Peter hooked his fingers into the waistband of her saturated pants and drew them slowly down her legs. As her panties came into view he began to laugh, as just like a wetness indicator on a disposable diaper, the little white bow on the front had gone a definite shade of yellow. ‘Well there’s no doubt now,’ he scolded, ‘you definitely need to be punished.’ Karen by now had her thumb firmly in her mouth, and was unable to reply. Instead she just responded by wiggling her bum in the wetness beneath her, and offering no resistance when Peter lifted her up in arms and carried her to the changing table.

Once on the table Karen continued to wriggle around, as she liked the feel of the towel on her bottom, and especially the way it moved slightly from side to side, sliding against the plastic sheet. Peter proceeded to take off her wet panties and then folded a diaper on the table in front of her. Lifting her forward onto the diaper, Karen helped the process by holding her tee shirt up out of the way, pulling her knees up against her chest and letting them fall apart. With her hands occupied, and exposed as she was, she felt so helpless and babyish, especially when the smell of baby powder filled the air.

She moved gently against his hand as Peter smoothed the powder over her sex, and thrust herself forward slightly as the diaper was pulled tightly between her legs. That was the part she enjoyed the most, although the feeling and sound of the plastic pants being drawn up her legs almost just as good. It was just like it had always been with her mother, and even though as a teenager she hated being popped in a diaper, now with Peter, at 24 years old, it was pure bliss.

Now safely in her diaper, Karen felt suitably babyish, but she wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Before she even had time to react, Peter had slipped her wet bike shorts up her legs and over her diapers. ‘You think the punishment is over, don’t you,’ he teased, ‘but now we’re going down to the corner store, and all you can wear over your diapers are your pee stained shorts!’ She was mortified, and this time her protests were for real.

"But Peter, I can’t. What if someone sees me, or hears my plastic pants crinkling. They’re going to know I’m wearing diapers."

‘And so they should. If a big girl like you still wets her bed and wears diapers, then it’s time you learned to accept the consequences.’ With that he lifted her off the table, and left her standing there while he slipped into the next room to change into his track pants. Karen found herself standing in front of the full length bedroom mirror, and she turned from side to side to examine her condition. Even though her earlier ‘accident’ was not really visible on the shiny material, the shorts still had a very strong smell of pee. But worse than that, the stretchy fabric hugged the shape and contours of her diaper perfectly. Even when she pulled her tee shirt down as far as it would go, it was no use.

Peter soon emerged, and began pulling her gently towards the front door. ‘If you want you can wheel your bicycle down,’ he added. ‘That way you can get home faster, but remember that your diapers will show then for sure!’ Karen wasn’t quite sure whether to take the bicycle or not, but eventually decided it might be something she could hide behind.

Walking in diapers was something she was very used to, but not down the street! The padding making her legs slightly apart, the rustling sound of the plastic - it was all part of her fantasy, but this was something different. She knew the bulge of her diapers was plainly visible below the hem of her short tee shirt, and it just seemed like every passerby was looking at her. It was exciting though, in a strange kind of way, to be a big baby in the street, and the possibility of getting caught was starting to turn her on.

It was slow going, what with Karen stopping every few minutes to look around and check there was no one she knew, but eventually the corner store came into view. Despite the fact that there was no one about, Karen stopped dead in her tracks and refused to move. ‘I can’t Peter, I’m too scared,’ she whimpered, ‘My diapers are too obvious. And now I need to go pee again. Oh Pete, please can we go home.’

‘Not until we’ve been inside and bought something,’ he insisted as he smacked her gently on her padded bottom. ‘This is your punishment for being a naughty girl, and you’re not getting out of it. And as for needing to go the toilet - you know exactly what to do!"

Somehow she mustered up the courage and they approached the entrance to the shop. She could have run away of course, and refused to do as she was told, but something urged her on. Maybe she secretly wanted to be caught, to have everyone know she still wet her bed, and to be called a big baby by her friends. The fantasy excited her greatly, but was she up to the reality. Had they been maybe just a few minutes later, she may never have known the answer, but just as they entered the store, her worst nightmare was suddenly realized. Standing directly in front of her in the doorway were two of her girlfriends from college!

‘Hi, how was the ride?’ asked the nearer of the two, ‘You look a bit flushed. Maybe you should get something to drink.’

Despite being in state of shock, Karen tried as hard as she could to act normally. But her throat seemed to be blocked, and her ‘hi’ in reply was really nothing more than a squeak. She felt herself go weak at the knees, and was thankful for the handy pretense of being exhausted. Then the question she had been dreading.

"Oh my God Karen - what are you wearing?"

She swallowed hard, and glanced over to Peter, her eyes begging him to rescue her.

"They’re special padded bike shorts" he said confidently, "so you don’t get sore on long trips - really comfortable! I’ve got some on under my track suit."

‘Well, maybe they’re comfortable, but how can you wear them Karen? You know what they look like, don’t you? Anyone would think you had diapers on or something!"

It was all too much, and the look on her face must have said it all. She didn’t even hear how Peter replied, as she was already out of the shop and climbing onto her bicycle. Not until she had turned the first corner did she begin to slow down and take stock of what had just happened. It was all just so humiliating that she could barely believe it. ‘Padded bike shorts!’ she repeated to herself. ‘No one would believe that.’ But then she had to admit they did feel kind of comfortable and snug on the seat, especially the way the diaper was pushed up tightly between her legs. As she began to concentrate more on sensations down below, it was only then that she realized her diapers were rather warm and squishy. ‘I couldn’t have’, she thought, ‘Not in front of the others.’ But she had! Through all the shock and embarrassment of getting caught in her diapers, she had stood there and helplessly wet herself like a big baby.

By the time Karen arrived home however, and made it up to her bedroom, her entire feelings about the incident seemed to have changed. Far from feeling shocked and embarrassed, a wave of sexual excitement and arousal was sweeping over her. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself from every angle, first with her bike shorts still on, and then without. She lifted the hem of her tee shirt to fully expose her plastic pants and diapers, and imagined herself still in the store, only this time truthfully owning up to what a big baby she was.