From bbif-request@jack-vance.mit.edu Wed Dec 14 23:15:47 1994 Received: from JACK-VANCE.MIT.EDU by ultb.isc.rit.edu (5.65/Config (11/03/93) (Postmaster DPMSYS)); id AA11411; Wed, 14 Dec 1994 23:15:45 -0500 Postmaster (dpmsys@rit.edu) Received: by jack-vance.mit.edu (5.64/A/UX-3.00) id AA20375; Wed, 14 Dec 94 22:43:02 EST Received: from marvin.holonet.net by jack-vance.mit.edu (5.64/A/UX-3.00) id AA20371; Wed, 14 Dec 94 22:42:48 EST Received: from megasys.UUCP (uucp@localhost) by holonet.net with UUCP id TAA02178; Wed, 14 Dec 1994 19:11:47 -0800 Received: by megasys (NetXpress 2.01) with UUCP id A7112F; Wed, 14 Dec 1994 19:02:06 -0800 To: BBIF-L@jack-vance.mit.edu Subject: Melanie 1 From: ron.daniel@megasystem.com (Ron Daniel) Message-Id: <215.24048.400@megasystem.com> Date: Wed, 14 Dec 1994 15:17:00 -0800 Organization: MegaSystem BBS * 702-849-2207 * 10 Nodes * Status: R MELANIE I would like to share an adult baby experience that I'll never forget. I have longed to return to my babyhood all my life and through college maintained a modest supply of basic baby things (diapers, plastic panties and bottles.) When I graduated, I went to work as an assistant art director for a large Southern California advertising concern. I moved into an apartment and went about upgrading my layette. One particularly hectic day when we were trying to meet a deadline, I was supervising a photographic session for a layout of womens' lingerie. I met the model who was named a lovely name, Melanie. She was a beautiful brunette with a fantastic figure and big, brown eyes. Melanie was to model the "diaper panty". It was a brief that was fastened at the sides like a diaper. Melanie entered the studio wearing only the diaper panty and a sheer baby doll. After the rushed shooting, the photographer hurried to the lab with the film and I found myself alone with the gorgeous model. I jokingly made reference to the fact that she was the cutest baby I ever saw, but I now thought she was too old for "diapers." "Oh, I'm still a baby," she said, smiling. "See?" With that, she sat down on the floor and stuck her thumb in her mouth. She looked at me with a babyish pout, gurgling "goo goo gah goo." Being a hardcore infantilist, I was so turned on, I almost came right there. Somehow, I managed to suggest that since it was so late and we had worked so hard, that I was willing to treat her to dinner right now. To my delight, she agreed to join me as soon as she removed her makeup and put on some street clothes. I kiddingly offered to change her diaper, but she declined. But she said "Later," smiling. We had several drinks before and during dinner and Melanie talked freely about many subjects, but mostly about sex. She was very liberal as to sex, and we covered many perversions and fetishes in our discussion. When I now brought up the topic of infantilism, she giggled and said she never heard of it. She said it did sound "very Freudian and cute." .AFter dinner, Melanie agreed to spend the night at my place. We were both unattached at the time and were pretty good friends and all all our talk about sex had made us both horny. I kept thinking that Melanie had conceded that infantilism was cute. I was desperately hoping I could talk her into having a baby session with me. When we got to my place we were both so aroused, we quickly undressed and jumped into bed and made torrid love. We lay there for a while, Melanie cradled in my arms, when suddenly she attempted to get out of bed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Our love juices are leaking out of me," she admitted rather shyly. "And I don't want to leave a wet spot on your bed." That was my cue. I jumped out of bed, picked Melanie up and laid her back down on the bed. "Don't worry about a thing," I said, "I'll take care of you." Laughing, Melanie let me take over. From bbif-request@jack-vance.mit.edu Wed Dec 14 23:05:06 1994 Received: from JACK-VANCE.MIT.EDU by ultb.isc.rit.edu (5.65/Config (11/03/93) (Postmaster DPMSYS)); id AA10266; Wed, 14 Dec 1994 23:04:54 -0500 Postmaster (dpmsys@rit.edu) Received: by jack-vance.mit.edu (5.64/A/UX-3.00) id AA20370; Wed, 14 Dec 94 22:42:52 EST Received: from marvin.holonet.net by jack-vance.mit.edu (5.64/A/UX-3.00) id AA20366; Wed, 14 Dec 94 22:42:46 EST Received: from megasys.UUCP (uucp@localhost) by holonet.net with UUCP id TAA02179; Wed, 14 Dec 1994 19:11:50 -0800 Received: by megasys (NetXpress 2.01) with UUCP id A71130; Wed, 14 Dec 1994 19:02:06 -0800 To: BBIF-L@jack-vance.mit.edu Subject: Melanie 2 From: ron.daniel@megasystem.com (Ron Daniel) Message-Id: <215.24049.400@megasystem.com> Date: Wed, 14 Dec 1994 15:17:00 -0800 Organization: MegaSystem BBS * 702-849-2207 * 10 Nodes * Status: R I reached into a dresser drawer and took out baby powder, two large safety pins, a thick, overnight diaper and the smallest pair of plastic baby panties I had. "Oh, boy!" Do I get to be the baby?" she asked, smiling. "Yes, I said. "We can't let the little baby wet the bed now, can we?" Remembering our discussion about infantilism, Melanie now realized that I was an adult baby. AFter making sure that I had a good supply of diapers and plastic panties on hand, she said she would diaper me when I was done with her. Diapering Melanie was so exciting, I nearly fainted. She raised her hips, off the bed, and I slid a diaper under her. I lifted her legs and generously rubbed baby powder on er mons and gently massaged it in, occasionally slipping a finger between the lips of her moist vulva. Melanie was really getting into it and cooed and gurgled happily. My plastic panties were big on her but still snug enough around her legs and waist. She looked so babyish with the bulky diaper and the billowing baby panties on. When Melanie diapered me I was in Heaven. For the first time in several years, someone besides myself was putting a diaper on me. To my delight, Melanie said wearing a diaper actually felt good. She said the bulky cloth massaged her erotically between her legs every time she moved. We had a nice long talk about adult babyhood and Melanie said she was having a lot of fun being a little girl again. A few minutes after we had some white wine in baby bottles, she whispered to me, "Would you be turned on if I wet my diaper?" I assured her that I would be turned on and would change her afterwards. She stood up, stuck her thumb in her mouth and began sucking noisily. I heard that familiar hissing noise and watched as a yellow stain formed and spread up her crotch. I hugged her and began rubbing her pussy through the hot wet diaper. And Moaning, she asked if I could postpone her dry diaper long enough for another session of love making. Melanie helped me off wlth my diaper and we made passionate love and I climaxed as I never had before. Later, we both rediapered each other, taking great care to teasingly fondle and excite each other. That night, we fell asleep in thick, snug night diapers and Melanie was contentedly sucking on a pacifier. I woke up wet as usual and after some effort, Melanie was able to let go and wet her diaper before we got out of bed. We showered together and when we sat down for coffee Melanie remarked how satisfying and enjoyable the previous night had been. We had a couple more nights together after that, but none were ever so wonderful as the first. Melanie decided she rather wanted to pursue an acting career and moved to New York. I have a girlfriend now who occasionally will indulge me in my baby games. She's really a great girl, but nothing will ever be as fantastic as that first night with Melanie!