Pampered Pearle chapters 1-3

This is my first stab at a story in this genre. While not familiar with the ABDL community, I have enjoyed many of the stories found here, and I’d like to contribute in my own small way. Comments are welcome. Hope you enjoy.

PAMPERED PEARLE

Chapter 1

When did I fall in love with Pearle? Of course, it’s impossible to pinpoint the exact moment you fall in love. Love is a lot sneakier than that. I know, however, when I admitted to myself that I was in love. It was the time when she did that Charlie’s Angels hair flip and my ears started ringing, my vision tunnelled and she seemed to move in slow motion. I felt dizzy. That’s when I knew.

It wasn’t always like this of course. When Pearle was younger I had a lot of affection for her, but I didn’t love her. She was my neighbour’s daughter, and I watched her grow into the beautiful eighteen year old woman she is today.

She came over all the time and I didn’t mind. She was energetic and fun, and she brightened my day. She was definitely spoilt though. Her parents, being successful professionals, seemed to have little time for Pearle, making up for it by giving her a substantial allowance and hiring staff to keep the household going. They even gave her an expensive sports car for her 18th birthday. At first I’d thought they’d be concerned that Pearle was spending so much time at my place. After all, I was a single guy more than twice her age. Then I realized they probably didn’t know where Pearle was, and they didn’t seem to care much either.

Despite the constant coming and going of friends, the pool parties and all the luxury surrounding her, Pearle seemed like a lonely girl. I think that’s why she came over so often. Working out of my home office, I was more available to her than her own parents and we had more in common than you’d think. She enjoyed my movie collection and what she called my “retro” taste in music, and I didn’t mind her adolescent chattering. She wanted to be a film star. Then she wanted to be a model. Or be in a band. I found her enthusiasm charming.

Things change when you fall in love with someone. When Pearle came over she always used to cuddle up to me when we were watching a movie and if she got sleepy she’d rest her head in my lap and doze off. All that was quite nice when she was younger. I’d stroke her hair softly, gently waking her when the movie was over and she had to go home. Now I was acutely aware of the closeness of this shapely young woman and things were getting more complicated. Determined not to let my fascination with Pearle spoil our relationship, I’d still let her do those things, it was just harder for me. There was no way I was going to betray her trust in me. When she cuddled up to me, I tried to seem unaffected despite my racing heart, and when she rested in my lap I’d have to concentrate very hard on the film. Sometimes she’d wiggle around a bit and I’d have to get up, pretending to go to the bathroom or fetch some more popcorn so she wouldn’t notice the effect she had on me. I’m not sure if she did that on purpose. Pearle did like to have control.

Chapter 2

Summer holidays were coming up fast, but I had some work to do first. Sitting in my study with the sun shining outside, I was getting bored with spreadsheets and reports, my eyes repeatedly drifting out of the window overlooking the neighbour’s yard. I watched as Pearle climbed from the pool, her body glistening wet. She was quite skinny and her breasts small, but her body still looked wonderful to me. As she bent over to pick up her towel a little sigh escaped me, and I leaned over my desk to get a better look. Just then Pearle turned and looked up at my window, giving a little wave when she spotted me there. Like a guilty man I jumped and quickly slumped back in my chair, embarrassed to be caught looking at her. “Damn,” I thought. A year ago I would have smiled and waved back, but now I was behaving like a peeping tom. Surely Pearle would notice this change in me. Women seem to have an instinct for these things, and my confused behaviour might spell the end of the relationship Pearle and I shared. I didn’t want that at all. I’d had crushes before, and I knew they didn’t last for ever. Anyway, this one was particulary silly and no reason to spoil a friendship. I decided to go down to the pool and attempt some damage control.

Pearle was lying on a sun bed when I entered her back yard. Raising herself on her elbows she removed her shades and smiled at me.

“Hi John, what’s up?”

I didn’t look at her body, tanned and stretched out on the sun bed. Instead, I restricted my vision to her eyes. It felt forced and unnatural, the way it does when you’re too self-conscious. It didn’t help either. Her sparkling blue eyes seemed to draw me in. She winked at me.

“Nothing much,” I mumbled. “Getting the last of my work done before the holidays. You?”

“Just hanging out.”

“So, where are all your friends?”

“They’re out of town. Went to someone’s beach house I think. Probably Heather’s.”

“Didn’t you want to go?”

“Nope.” Pearle turned away.

“Why?”

“Doesn’t matter,” she pouted. “Anyway, I’m not hanging out with them any more.”

“Really? Why not? 'Cause they used to be here all the time.”

“What’s it to you anyway?” Pearle muttered annoyed. “Go get the sunscreen would you. I don’t want to get a burn.”

“Sure.”

While she rubbed the sunscreen onto those lovely legs I felt concerned for Pearle. For all her bravado, she was quite vulnerable and falling out with the group can be hard for a teenager.

“So, tell me about your friends. Why don’t you want to see them any more?”

“I don’t think I should tell.”

“Come on. You know you can trust me. We’ve known each other for ages.”

“Yeah, I know. Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“I promise.”

“Well, Heather has this new boyfriend and I think he’s a dealer or something 'cause he’s always bringing all these drugs and things and now Heather is into it too and the others as well and I just don’t want to deal with that right now so I didn’t want to go and I think Heather is pissed at me, but I don’t care.”

Pearle could talk like a machine gun at times.

“I see.”

“And it’s not like my life isn’t chaotic enough, right? And so I said I couldn’t go, but now mum and dad are going on a fucking ‘second honeymoon’ to Italy, which SO isn’t going to work, and there’ll be no-one here except the housekeeper and I don’t like her at all and I’ll be all lonely.”

“Right.”

“But that’s okay, because I’ll just stay with you.”

“What?”

“It’s just for a few weeks. We’ll hang out. You’d like that, right?”

Of course I’d like that. I’d like nothing more. I just didn’t think it would be a good idea right now. Not with my crush on her. She smiled at me, her big blue eyes sparkling with humor. I had to pull my self together.

“It’s not a good time for me right now. I may be going away too. You know, for the summer.”

“Where?”

“Ummm…. to Mexico. I’m going to Mexico.”

“No you’re not.”

“I’m not?”

“No. You’re just saying that 'cause you don’t want me to stay with you.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re in love with me.”

I studied her face to see if she was kidding, but she wasn’t. She was just as serious as her matter-of-fact tone implied.

“You love me, and you think I don’t know and that I’ll be offended since I’m younger than you, but I’m not you know. Offended.”

“But…”

“I don’t mind that you love me, stupid. I can’t be your girlfriend or anything 'cause that’d be weird, but you’re kind and I do like how you take care of me and stuff. You make me feel, well… safe I guess. So what if you have a crush on me? Big deal. It’ll pass. I trust you, you know that.”

“That’s, ummm… nice.”

“So, Tuesday then. My parents leave on Tuesday. I want the nice spare room though, not the small one.”

I had to laugh. Pearle seemed to have everything worked out already.

“Don’t be a brat, Pearle.”

“But that’s what you like.”

“I suppose. But I like it when you’re cute and cuddly too.”

“I know. So do I. It’s my favourite personality.”

Chapter 3

Four days had passed since Pearle dumped three suitcases and two large bags in my hall, simply assuming I’d carry them up to her room for her. She looked nice in her plain short skirt and top. No make-up or anything, just the natural good looks of a young, attractive woman. She wore her blonde hair in a ponytail as usual.

I had just come back from the store. I wasn’t used to shopping for two, and I kept running out of stuff. Especially coco-pops, which Pearle seemed to love. I found her sitting on the couch, studying a stack of DVDs.

“You have the weirdest porn.”

I didn’t really want her looking through that stuff.

“I mean, what’s this? Like ten hours of upskirt shots? Twenty? And it’s all just panty shots isn’t it? Except this one where the girls wet themselves too,” Pearle waved a DVD in the air. “No regular stuff, like fucking or blowjobs or anything? I guess you really like undies, huh?”

“We all have our quirks, Pearle. Leave it, it’s personal.”

“It’s just… It’s kind of funny. I wear panties every day and I don’t think about it at all, and you, like, worship them or something. So did you check out your hamper yet? You know, to sniff my undies? It’s okay you know, I wouldn’t mind,” she giggled.

“Pearle, please.”

“Of maybe you’d like to peek up my skirt?” She wriggled her bum at me while flipping her skirt teasingly. “Bet you like that. Sneaking a little peek at the panties of the girl you luuuuvv,” she laughed.

“That’s nice. Thanks a lot, Pearle.”

I’d had enough. I didn’t mind Pearle being your everyday teenage brat because I knew she had a good heart, but I wouldn’t stand for this. I didn’t know what made me more angry - that she felt she could ridicule me like this, or that my crush on her was something she could have fun with. Quietly I turned and walked out, got in my car and drove off. I really couldn’t deal with her right now, and I needed to calm down and clear my mind.


When I returned a few hours later I could see Pearle had been crying.

“I’m sorry,” she spluttered as soon as I entered. “I didn’t mean to make fun of you, and I was horrible and mean and I bet you hate me now and I don’t blame you.”

“Shhh… it’s alright. I’m not mad at you any more,” I whispered. I hugged her and she seemed tiny and frail just then. Like a lost little girl.

“But it’s not alright. You’re always kind to me and you let me stay when I asked you because I was lonely and I didn’t really want to make fun of you 'cause I really like you and it’s really mean and horrible to behave like that when someone has a crush on you and I’m so, so sorry. Don’t be mad. Please?”

“You know I can’t stay mad at you, Pearle. No matter what you say or do, it’ll always be alright in the end.”

“And that’s what I mean,” she smiled sadly through her tears. “You’re always there for me. Always! Even when nobody else is.”

Sitting down heavily on the couch Pearle continued, her voice sounding very small and fragile.

“And I should know better than to make fun of your quirks and turn-ons, 'cause I have my own and I know it’s a very sensitive and personal thing and you shouldn’t mess with it.”

“I suppose it does seem rather silly, this thing I have for panties.”

“But it’s not really. 'Cause it’s part of who you are and you should never make fun of those things because they’re important and it’s like making fun of your beliefs or religion or something.”

“Yes, I have an underwear religion!” I laughed.

“Stop it! You know what I mean.”

I sat myself beside her and hugged her again.

“Yes I do know what you mean. Thank you.” I wiped her tears with my sleeve.

“So anyway,” she said. “I think I need to tell you something about, well… my quirks I suppose. 'Cause I want to share that with you, and it’s only fair since I went prying into your personal stuff and behaved like a complete bitch about it and everything.”

“If you want.”

“I do. Promise you won’t be shocked or anything?”

“I promise. Unless you like murdering people. Then I’d have to turn you in.”

“It’s not that,” she smiled grimly.

“Good.”

“So, you know how I can be a bit bossy and controlling at times?”

“Oh yes!”

“Don’t be mean.” Pearle punched me playfully in the chest. “Anyway, I think it’s because a lot of the time I have to do everything on my own. I have for a long time. My parents are always busy, and even thought they have money and stuff, our home life is a chaotic mess really. There’s never time for anything and everyone’s always yelling and we never listen to each other. To be honest, I’ve been expecting my parents to divorce for ages now. It’s really stressful and there’s a lot of uncertainty. There’s, like, no stability, you know? So I always feel like I have to be in control of everything.”

Pearle cuddled up to me on the sofa, her body warm and soft against me. I felt an almost overwhelming need to protect and comfort her. I kissed the top of her head.

“So,” Pearle continued. “Every now and then, when I really need to unwind, like, when everything has been really stressful and stuff, I like to, well… drop my guard and let go of everything. Like, not control anything anymore. For a while.”

“Um, okay. What do you mean exactly? Like, watch bad tv-shows and pig out on candy? Because we all do that, you know.”

“No, not that. I like to, well… be a bit childish. Not like a toddler or anything, but, like, suck my thumb a bit, maybe play with dolls and stuff. Not being a grown-up for a while, you know?”

“That’s not so weird, Pearle.”

“And… ummm… when I’m like that, I like to, well, you know, not control anything. And I mean ‘anything’.”

“What are you trying to tell me, Pearle? Because I know there’s something, but you’re not really saying it.”

Pearle hesitated, like she was going to take a giant leap. Then she blurted out:

“When I’m in that mood I wear diapers, okay? Diapers! There, I’ve said it! I’ve never told anyone else, and now you know.”

I couldn’t believe Pearle was blushing. I’d never seen her blush before. She looked adorable.

I thought about it for minute. To be honest I wasn’t too shocked by this. After all, I’d visited a few ABDL sites on the net and, although they never really interested me much, I wasn’t bothered by it either.

“Okay. I can see that,” I said. “When you’re going through a particularly stressful time, I can see the comfort in living the life of a little girl with no responsibilities at all. At least for a while. And the diapers add to that feeling of comfort and safety, I’m sure.”

“Yes! Oh, and also… I, um… I use them. The diapers.”

“Really?” I wasn’t sure I completely understood. “Is that because you like it, or because you need them?”

“No, it’s not like I need them at all. I hardly every wet the bed - like once or twice a month tops. And I almost never wet myself during daytime. Well, maybe sometimes, but not much. And I only mess myself by accident like three or four times a year. It’s not like I’m a baby or anything.”

That didn’t sound completely normal for an eighteen year old, but I wasn’t going to bring that up now. Pearle seemed defensive about this and it had obviously taken great courage for her to open up, so I held my tongue and let her continue.

“If I want to wet my pants - and I do like to sometimes - I have to concentrate a bit before letting go. But it’s different with the diaper on. I’ve been doing this for so long, ever since I was like nine or ten or something, and I think my body has gotten used to it. It’s like, when I put diapers on I have to go immediately and I have hardly any control at all - like my body knows it’s okay to go whenever it wants. I sometimes don’t even notice it when I wet. And if I sleep in diapers they’re always wet in the morning, and sometimes even messy. So I guess I need them, but only when I wear them if that makes any sense.”

Pearle looked up at me with big, puppy eyes, her lower lip quivering.

“Do you think I’m dirty and disgusting?”

“This is something you like to do? Using diapers helps you cope and deal with pressures in your life?”

“Yes.” Her voice was shaky and she looked genuinly distressed. I was surprised that she was actually unsure if I’d accept this side to her or not.

“If that’s what makes you happy, then I don’t mind. Why should I? You know how I feel about you Pearle, and you must know that all I want is for you to be happy and content. And if this helps you, then I’m glad. Honestly.”

“Thank you,” she gasped, hugging me tightly for a long time. When she pulled away, she dried another tear from her cheek. “I knew you’d understand. I knew you wouldn’t judge me, 'cause you’re not like that.” She kissed my cheek.

“So, are you wearing a diaper now?” I asked. I hoped she wasn’t though. I was pretty sure I’d be fine with it, but I still preferred to have some time to think this through and adjust.

“Nope.”

“Do you want to?”

“Not really. Not right now. But, look. I don’t expect you to be involved in this. That’s not why I told you. I just wanted to let you know that I wasn’t judging you for your, well… interest in panties and stuff. Because we all have things like that, and those who don’t must be really, really boring people. And anyway, it felt good to tell someone. I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time.”

“I’m glad you did. And if you want me to be involved, I’m willing to give it a shot. Not sure how to do it though.”

“Well, you already cuddle me and take care of me and you’re ever so patient, so it’s not like you have to change a lot. It’s just that I don’t want to make any decisions when I’m like that. And I think I’d like lots and lots of attention because I missed that when I did this by myself,” Pearle said.

“And maybe you could put me into diapers if I have an accident or something?” she added shyly. “I think you’d be a great at this. But I don’t expect you to. Really I don’t. Just if you want to and feel comfortable with it, or else I won’t like it either and it’ll just be akward and spoil everything and that’s not good.”

“We’ll see how it goes. So, how will I know when you’re in that kind mood? After all, you don’t want me fussing over you constantly.”

“Oh, you’ll know.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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I think this is one of the highest standards of writing I’ve ever seen on this forum.

I’d like to see it progress.

Thanks.

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I see this story going places.
Please don’t stop writing

Story

I have not read a story this well written in a long time on this site and I am hoping this is the start of a bunch quality stories from you as a writer.

Pampered Pearle chapters 1-3

very well written story.

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This was a very well written story and I like where it going. Keep up with the good work.

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I really enjoyed what I just read. I hope you continue to write this wonderful story.

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Absolutly one of the best stories I read in a long time. I beg you to continue this excellent story.

Pampered Pearle chapters 1-3

This story is awsome! Can’t wait for more. Please, keep writing more! :smiley:

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I really, really liked the start of this story. I don’t know if it was quite as absolutely brilliant as others have suggested, but it is amazing for a first time author. I can’t wait to see where this is headed.

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As everyone has said, this is a really good start. The characters and interactions are very believable and put together nicely, it’s a sound premise with no pretensions that sets you up nicely for a quality, character-driven piece and the writing is top notch. I’ll definitely be reading this one.

Must say that I’m curious as to what brought you here as you say that you’re not familiar with the ABDL community but I’m glad that you decided to dip your toe in regardless.

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I second all of the above comments. :smiley:

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Thank you for all your kind comments and encouragement. It’s truly appreciated.

Now that you’ve said it, it annoys me too. Damn you! So, henceforth Pearle shall be called Pearl (or possibly ‘Symbol/the character formely known as Pearle’). If anyone can think of a cute pet name for her, feel free to PM me. English is not my first language, and pet names seem to vary with culture.

Jaiden - what brought me here: Had a thing for diapers since early on, but never explored it much. And when I had kids I completely dropped it for a time, since there is an erotic element to it for me, and that made me uncomfortable under the circumstances. As for the regression aspect, the toddler theme seemed so predominant in the stories and pictures I saw, and I never felt at home with that at all. It was first when I came here that the scope for variation dawned on me, and I feel much more at home with the 4-6 age range. This aspect is still very new to me though, which may show in my writing.

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Well, not being a native English speaker makes the story all the more impressive. I never would have guessed.

For the record, I think ‘Pearle’ is fine, it’s a common enough spelling of the name.

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This is a very good start, I absolutely love it.
There’s one thing that particularly jumped out at me. I noticed that there’s a certain reality in the dialogue. Meaning, that Pearle and John actually talk like people of their age group. I’ve read many stories in which the adolescent character speaks either a little too childishly or a little too maturely, and while that doesn’t necessarily detract from the story, it puts things a little off kilter. You’re ability to capture the reality of the speech shows that you have a lot of literary experience, you’re very in touch with your characters, or both. Either way, it impressed me.
(Note: I am not an expert on literature. I just like to think I am.)

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I agree with those who believe this story to be far above par.
I hope you may like to further develop this story.

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I have read all of vickies stories and i gotta say its up there with her. It was sort of different in a very good way keep going.