When Christie woke up, she knew she hadn’t just taken a half hour nap. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light that was shining through the nursery window, and even then, she didn’t realize right away where she was. She looked around and realized just where she was. She instantly felt afraid. Here she was, in a diaper, in a crib, in some strange lady’s house who she’d never met until the night before, and had brought herself to a monster orgasm in this strange woman’s bathroom. And, on top of everything else, she was scared out of her mind what her mother would think!

“Come on, Christie, think… What can I do?” she asked herself aloud.

“Well, for starters, you can hop out of that crib,” came the voice of Charlotte as she walked over from a chair in the corner of the nursery which Christie hadn’t noticed before. She undid the latch on the side of the crib, and it slid down, allowing for Christie to climb out with ease. “Thanks… But what is my mother going to think when she finds out I was over here all night?” she asked.

“Well, she’s going to think exactly what I told her when I called her. That I got home late after having had you watch the kids, and you were asleep. But instead of wake you up and have you drive home exhausted, I decided to let you crash here. She was totally OK with it, especially since today’s Saturday,” said Charlotte, showing more of her true age there. “Now… I said that I might have to do some errand running that would require me to have a babysitter for a little while… It might even take all day. Your mom said it would be fine as long as you were home by dinner time… You don’t have to stay, but if you want to –“

Christie cut her off, “Oh, I’d love to!” she exclaimed, jumping into Charlotte’s arms, an action which surprised Charlotte. “Thank you so much!”

“Of course! I’m kinda enjoying your company around here,” she said. “It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone around here to look after.”

“Really? How long?” asked Christie.

“Well… It’s been about a year… Most of the people who are into being babied or wanting to feel younger are much older than you, sweetheart… it’s only once in a blue moon that someone younger comes along. Most of the older types don’t like it that I’m younger than them, so they just kinda avoid me.”

“Well they’re stupid, because you’ve made me feel so amazing, and I’ve only known you for a day, if even that,” responded Christie as she got a funny look on her face. “I… I’ve got to use the bathroom again,” she said.

“OK, you go ahead. I’ll wait in here,” said Charlotte.

“No… I kinda want to do it in here… with you… If it’s anything like yesterday…” she stammered. “I mean… I’m already getting turned on by just thinking about it… If it’s anything like yesterday… I want you to… to bring me off…” she said.

Charlotte smiled. “Really? Are you sure?” she asked, looking the younger girl in the eyes.

“I’m positive…” replied Christie, to which Charlotte simply backed away a couple of steps. Christie took this as the sign to begin. She concentrated hard on relaxing her bladder. It took less time this time, and she didn’t stop this time around because she was expecting the heat which her pee would cause in the diaper. It spread quickly from the front to the back, heating up her whole diapered region. She put her hand on the front of her diaper, felt the warmth spread upwards, and moaned. She was in heaven, a heaven she never thought she would find in a million years. She looked up at Charlotte who had gone to a drawer in a dresser at the end of the crib, and was now holding…

“What is that thing?” asked Christie. “It looks like—“ she didn’t finish her sentence.

“It’s a vibrator,” said Charlotte. “And you’ll just love how it makes you feel.”

She walked up to Christie and turned the vibrator on. “You’re going to have to trust me, alright?” she said. Christie nodded. “Good. Now I’m just going to put it on the outside of your diaper like this…” she pressed the tip of the vibrator into the outside of Christie’s diaper right above her already throbbing vagina and applied moderate pressure. Christie moaned loudly. “Oh my God! Oh my God! This is--oohhhhhhh!” She began to buckle at the knees, but Charlotte moved her over to the chair. “You like that, then?” she asked, holding up the vibrator with a smile on her face.

“Oh, GOD yes!” Christie said. “Please, don’t stop!”

“I’ve got something you might like a lot more…” said Charlotte, un-taping Christie’s diaper and pulling the front down. “May I?” she asked. Christie was far too turned on to turn her away, and simply nodded, because she knew that if she spoke, she would seem overly eager.

Charlotte placed the vibrator at the top of Christie’s lips, simply moving it up and down as her face got closer and closer to Christie. Soon, her face was right on top of her, and she stuck out her tongue and started to lick Christie’s slit up and down. Christie moaned. She knew she’d been interested in women as well as men for the longest time, but now she knew she was hooked. Even this slight touch from another woman’s tongue was enough to tell her that, but she wasn’t ready for the sensation that she felt next.

Charlotte plunged her tongue into Christie, moving it in and out as quickly as she could, and positioning the vibrator directly over Christie’s clitoris. Christie couldn’t contain herself. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she came within seconds of the vibrator touching her clit and the tongue entering her, she didn’t care who heard her. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMYYYYYYYYYYYYYGGOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!”

But Charlotte didn’t stop after one orgasm, nor two, nor three. She brought Christie to six mind and body wrenching orgasms before Christie was so tired that she just fell asleep, the fifth of which resulted in Christie squirting her juices across the room in the throngs of pleasure.

Charlotte woke Christie up two hours later, her hands running through her hair, Christie in a fresh diaper, her panties and sweat pants on over it, concealing it quite well, and her t-shirt on, both of them on the chair. “Hey” she said groggily. “What time is it?” she asked.

“It’s almost three o’clock,” Charlotte answered. “I figured I’d better get you dressed and ready to go home. Your mom told me that dinner was at five, so I wanted you to have time to get home.”

Christie looked up at Charlotte. “Oh…” she said, disappointedly. She really did not want to leave. “I guess I’d better get going, then... Do you want this diaper back?” she asked. “I haven’t used it.”

Charlotte shook her head. “No thanks,” she said. “Keep it. Wear it home. It’ll help prove to you that this wasn’t all just a big dream.”

Christie nodded. “I… I…” she stuttered.

“What is it, dear?” asked Charlotte.

“I was wondering… if I could… If maybe we could… Can I kiss you?” she blurted out, then buried her face into the arm of the chair.

The older girl simply smiled that knowing smile again. “Of course,” she said, grabbing Christie’s chin and bringing her face down to meet the frightened younger girl’s. Their lips met, and for a second it seemed like Christie would pull away, but soon she found herself pressing more firmly against Charlotte’s lips. Charlotte spread her lips and allowed her tongue to touch Christie’s, which soon opened and allowed it entry into her mouth.

Their tongues danced around each other for a good fifteen minutes before Christie finally broke the kiss, breathing hard. “That was… amazing… Way better than my boyfriend,” she said.

“That’s because your boyfriend doesn’t know what it takes to please a girl like yourself.”

Christie stood and stretched, the waistline of her diaper showing briefly over her sweatpants as her t-shirt rode up. She turned to Charlotte who was standing as well. “Thank you… for everything… I don’t know how I will ever be able to repay you,” she said. “Can I come back?”

Charlotte nodded. “I would love it if you would! Next time I’ll have some fun stuff we can do,” she said, once again, her true age shining through rather than the mature masquerade she put on for most of the people who passed through. “Next Friday evening?” she asked.

Christie nodded her assent. “That sounds perfect! Same time?” she asked, Charlotte nodded. “Great!”

Charlotte led Christie to the front door, but before she opened it, she leaned in and gave Christie one final passionate kiss as a parting gift to keep her in mind until they met again.

As Christie broke off the kiss and made her way to her car, her legs slightly parted because of the diaper and her head swimming with everything that she’d done, she knew that the events of the past two days would be another regular occurrence.

The End