sissychristi:

You were at your girlfriend’s house, drinking lemonade and having a great time. Klaudia was the love of your life, and you adored everything about her, from her winning smile, her sharp fashion sense, and her beautiful golden blonde hair. You sipped another cup of lemonade, having lost count, as you stared lovingly across the room at your girlfriend.

“Ummm, what are you doing?” Klaudia asked abruptly. She was looking at you like you had nine heads. You returned her stare, confused for a moment, until you felt it. 

You had wet your pants.

“Babe,” Klaudia continued. “Did you seriously just wet yourself? Tell me that’s lemonade all down your front. Please.”

You couldn’t even tell her that. The warmth across your whole crotch  confirmed beyond any doubt that you had indeed peed yourself. Sure, your cup was empty, but you’d drank it all, and now your bladder was empty as well. Just then footsteps came from the hallway.

“Come on you two, we need to get going if we are going to make it to the family reunion on time. Aunt Deborah was nice enough to invite your boyfriend. I think it would be…” Klaudia’s mother stopped, staring at you in shock. Truth be told, Monika looked nothing like her daughter. Shorter, with dark hair and a tremendous bosom, Monika had always sort of intimidated you. Now, standing in front of your girlfriend and her mother while wearing very soaked pants, your confidence and back bone were practically nonexistent. You tried to shrink as mich as you could, but each little movement caused the now-cooling wet spot to rub you in an uncomfortable way.

“So, Klaudia, are you gonna diaper your Big Baby Boyfriend, or should I?” Monika gave extra emphasis to the phrase “Big Baby Boyfriend,” and you flinched at each syllable.

“Diapers? Mom, this doesn’t happen that often, I think diapers are..”

“Not that often?” Monika cut in. “Are you telling me this has happened before?”

“Well, once or twice. He’s really sweet though, and it is sort of rare.”

“Darling,” Monika said, speaking very slowly. “A boy who can’t keep his pants dry belongs in diapers. That’s just a fact. Now come on. We need to get to the reunion. Luckily some of your little cousins still have the same bladder control as your boyfriend. Of course, they just turned two. We can put him in their diapers until we have time to buy full sized adult ones.”

And that was how you ended up in the car (backseat of course) still in wet pants on the way to a family reunion full of strangers. It was meant to be your introduction to Klaudia’s family, and you’d hoped to make a good first impression. “Good” maybe wasn’t the right word, but it certainly was memorable. Monika made sure to announce loudly to everyone who would listen how this was a regular occurrence for you. She seemed to introduce you to everyone at the party before loudly announcing to the room that you needed to be diapered.

Monika and Klaudia took care of the diapering. Monika spirited away your soaked pants and underwear, and soon you were wearing a pair of Pampers that fit like your underwear. Then they unleashed you on the party.

You tried to stay close to Klaudia, but she had many cousins to catch up with. You were relegated to the corner, trying to stay out of anyone’s sight. Neither Monika nor Klaudia had given back your pants, or even hinted at where they might be, so you stood with your diaper fully exposed. Out of nervousness you grabbed a soda, and soon you had to pee. The only thing was, each person you asked for or directions to the bathroom laughed and told you to use your diaper. Pretty soon you were desperate, and the only course of action presented itself. Your cheeks burned red as your diaper grew yellow. 

“Awww, the little baby really needed those diapers, didn’t he?” Monika said, finally taking notice after nearly three hours of ignoring you. “Looks like they are leaking. Klaudia, honey? I think it’s about time we got going. We need to get your baby boyfriend here to a changing table and also get him some real diapers. These Pampers just won’t hold up. Don’t worry, snookums, we’ll be keeping you padded adn protected in diapers for a long time to come. Now, follow me.” 

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sissychristi:

You were at your girlfriend’s house, drinking lemonade and having a great time. Klaudia was the love of your life, and you adored everything about her, from her winning smile, her sharp fashion sense, and her beautiful golden blonde hair. You sipped another cup of lemonade, having lost count, as you stared lovingly across the room at your girlfriend.

“Ummm, what are you doing?” Klaudia asked abruptly. She was looking at you like you had nine heads. You returned her stare, confused for a moment, until you felt it. 

You had wet your pants.

“Babe,” Klaudia continued. “Did you seriously just wet yourself? Tell me that’s lemonade all down your front. Please.”

You couldn’t even tell her that. The warmth across your whole crotch  confirmed beyond any doubt that you had indeed peed yourself. Sure, your cup was empty, but you’d drank it all, and now your bladder was empty as well. Just then footsteps came from the hallway.

“Come on you two, we need to get going if we are going to make it to the family reunion on time. Aunt Deborah was nice enough to invite your boyfriend. I think it would be…” Klaudia’s mother stopped, staring at you in shock. Truth be told, Monika looked nothing like her daughter. Shorter, with dark hair and a tremendous bosom, Monika had always sort of intimidated you. Now, standing in front of your girlfriend and her mother while wearing very soaked pants, your confidence and back bone were practically nonexistent. You tried to shrink as mich as you could, but each little movement caused the now-cooling wet spot to rub you in an uncomfortable way.

“So, Klaudia, are you gonna diaper your Big Baby Boyfriend, or should I?” Monika gave extra emphasis to the phrase “Big Baby Boyfriend,” and you flinched at each syllable.

“Diapers? Mom, this doesn’t happen that often, I think diapers are..”

“Not that often?” Monika cut in. “Are you telling me this has happened before?”

“Well, once or twice. He’s really sweet though, and it is sort of rare.”

“Darling,” Monika said, speaking very slowly. “A boy who can’t keep his pants dry belongs in diapers. That’s just a fact. Now come on. We need to get to the reunion. Luckily some of your little cousins still have the same bladder control as your boyfriend. Of course, they just turned two. We can put him in their diapers until we have time to buy full sized adult ones.”

And that was how you ended up in the car (backseat of course) still in wet pants on the way to a family reunion full of strangers. It was meant to be your introduction to Klaudia’s family, and you’d hoped to make a good first impression. “Good” maybe wasn’t the right word, but it certainly was memorable. Monika made sure to announce loudly to everyone who would listen how this was a regular occurrence for you. She seemed to introduce you to everyone at the party before loudly announcing to the room that you needed to be diapered.

Monika and Klaudia took care of the diapering. Monika spirited away your soaked pants and underwear, and soon you were wearing a pair of Pampers that fit like your underwear. Then they unleashed you on the party.

You tried to stay close to Klaudia, but she had many cousins to catch up with. You were relegated to the corner, trying to stay out of anyone’s sight. Neither Monika nor Klaudia had given back your pants, or even hinted at where they might be, so you stood with your diaper fully exposed. Out of nervousness you grabbed a soda, and soon you had to pee. The only thing was, each person you asked for or directions to the bathroom laughed and told you to use your diaper. Pretty soon you were desperate, and the only course of action presented itself. Your cheeks burned red as your diaper grew yellow. 

“Awww, the little baby really needed those diapers, didn’t he?” Monika said, finally taking notice after nearly three hours of ignoring you. “Looks like they are leaking. Klaudia, honey? I think it’s about time we got going. We need to get your baby boyfriend here to a changing table and also get him some real diapers. These Pampers just won’t hold up. Don’t worry, snookums, we’ll be keeping you padded adn protected in diapers for a long time to come. Now, follow me.” 

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