The Christmas Gift - Updated 12/26/11

PART I

I would love to dive right in and tell you how I finally got my first diaper last week, but first you will need a little backstory. First of all, my name is Ben. I’m 20 and a junior at a pretty decent college on the East Coast. And for as long as I can recall, I have had this strange obsession with diapers.

It began when I was very little. I can remember going to bed at 5 or 6 years old, and the thoughts would creep into my head. I would face the wall, lest anyone somehow decipher what I thought to be inappropriate thoughts. I would imagine all of my little friends and I going to a special place where we wore diapers and slept in cribs. We even drank from bottles! These secret thoughts always made me smile, but I never quite understood why they were there.

As I grew older, the thoughts lingered. When puberty kicked in, the added confusion of all of these new feelings joined in with my diaper fantasies. Now I wanted to watch the girls I was friends with get diapered and I wanted to change them. Heck, I wanted them to change my diaper! And now, all of these confusing thoughts ended with an erection. In those days, many a late night ended with me quietly stroking my stiff penis until I “wet my pants,” so to speak.

I have to admit, I have not always been up to date with the latest technological advancements (it took four iPhones to come out before I finally caved and got one). So it wasn’t until high school when I discovered the magical world of internet porn. And from there, I eventually stumbled onto pictures of adults in diapers. Then I discovered sites like this one in which people just like me had the same affinity for diapers. It was a good feeling to know that I wasn’t the only one.

Fast-forwarding a bit, I did well in high school, got into a good college, and in the very first week of school, I met Celeste. It was as close to love at first sight as one can get. The first time I saw her, I was immediately struck by her radiant smile and the almost mischievous twinkle produced by her pretty green eyes. Her long, chestnut hair was held back with a headband that matched the clingy orange tank top she wore. Her little shorts showcased her toned, tanned legs and I was hooked. Luckily, she was taken with my red hair, freckles, loud laugh, and Led Zeppelin tee shirt. We hit it off and began dating.
Now, three years later, we know everything there is to know about each other. For example, I am the only person in the world who knows about her Sunday ritual (it’s pretty great), and she knows that six months ago I started saving for a ring. In fact, a few months ago we sat down and decided to put all of our cards on the table, before it got to be too late to back out. This was my idea, because while it’s good to know that there are other diaper lovers in the world, I have never actually told anyone I know, and I needed to share this with Celeste.

For weeks I agonized about how the conversation would go. Would her deepest secret compare to mine? Would it be worse? Would she laugh at me, or worse, be so disgusted that she broke up with me? It was nerve-wracking. Finally, the night came. I held her hand, looked her in the eye, and told her about the diapers. I told her about the fantasies, and all that she asked is if I ever acted upon them, which I had not. Celeste then told me all about her fantasy, which she had also not yet acted upon. And that was it.
That conversation happened in August and had not been mentioned since. So you can imagine my surprise when I woke up in her bed Saturday morning in a very wet Bambino Bellisimo diaper.

PART II

The sun peeking through the curtains finally woke me up around 10am on Saturday. I groggily sat up in Celeste’s bed, hungover from the big end of semester party the night before. I kicked off her purple comforter when I noticed two things. One, Celeste was already awake and out of bed. Two, I was wearing a wet diaper. Before I could react, Celeste stepped back into the room.

“Morning sweetie,” she said.

“Um, morning babe,” I gestured toward the diaper, “What happened last night?”

“You had a very good time at the party,” Celeste began, “So good, in fact, that Christmas came early.”

“Huh?”

“Well, you did so many shots of Jameson that you were clearly black-out drunk, so we left the party and came back here. You kept saying you had to pee and it couldn’t wait 'til we got back. So you were gonna piss in a bush, but as soon as I let go of your arm you stumbled and fell. And as soon as you hit the ground, you peed your pants,” she recalled.

“Oh geez, I’m so sorry,” I apologized.

“No worries, sweetie, it actually worked out pretty well,” she happily replied.

“How so?” I asked.

“Well,” Celeste answered, “You know how today is going to be our Christmas?”

I nodded. Since Celeste and I live about three hours away from each other, we decided to have our Christmas that Saturday before we went home.

“All I had to do was open one of your presents early, come see,” she said, pulling me out of bed.

Celeste led me into her living room, where we had set up a modest Christmas tree, just enough to put a few presents under. The biggest present was already open, and as we got closer, I saw what it was. An entire case of Bambino Belissimo diapers.

“Oh my God, Celeste, this is…it’s…” I struggled to find the words.

“Do you like it?” Celeste shyly inquired, tugging at the hem of her black Tinkerbell top.

“I love it,” I exclaimed, pulling her into a hug, “and I love you!”

“I love you too!” She replied with a kiss.

We happily opened the rest of our presents, she had gotten me a shirt, Kick-Ass on DVD and the new Batman game for X-Box. I got her a necklace with a small diamond framed by her birthstone, a book about making the Harry Potter books into movies, the two parts of Deathly Hallows on DVD, and this awesome Wonder Woman cami and panty set that was admittedly bought for me to enjoy seeing her in. When we were done, she stood up.

“Ok, so there is one more thing,” Celeste announced. “Today is going to be a diaper day. All day long. I even got bottles and binkies for us.”

My eyes lit up at the word us. Seeing my reaction, Celeste smiled and slowly slid her purple Tinkerbell pajama pants down her slender legs. Normally, this would leave her naked from the waist down as she does not wear panties to bed. But on that morning, I was greeted by the sight of a pink Pull-Up adorned with three Disney princesses.

“Bambino didn’t seem to have diapers small enough for me,” Celeste explained, “But these Pull-Ups are super cute and the larger size fits me just right. Plus they tear open on the sides so it will still be kinda like changing a regular diaper.”

“Babe, you are the best,” I told her, in awe of this amazing gift.

“Thanks sweetie,” she cheerfully replied. “Shall we start our day?”

“Sure, what’s up first?” I eagerly asked.

“Bath time!” Celeste exclaimed.

Celeste trotted off to the bathroom and I followed her diapered behind. She started the bath, adding some Dora the Explorer bubble bath. Then, from under the sink she took out a changing pad, wipes, and powder.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“Yep,” she proudly said, “We’re going all out today! Now get over here so I can get you out of that wet diaper!”

“Oh my God…” I gasped as the realization hit me.

“What?”

“My diaper is wet,” I replied.

“Well, duh, that’s what it’s for,” Celeste reminded me.

“But that means I had two accidents,” I explained, “I peed my pants on the way here last night and I wet the bed.”

“Who hasn’t gotten crazy drunk and peed the bed?” Celeste pointed out, “I’ve done that at least twice since I started college. And that’s why I put you in a diaper. Now lie down so I can take it off, the bath is almost ready.”

I got down onto the changing pad and Celeste pulled off my tee shirt. She traced her fingers down what she called my “happy trail” and then untaped my wet diaper. She went to work cleaning me with a wipe, and when she was done, I stood to get in the tub.

“Wait!” she stopped me.

She scrunched her nose and had a look of intense concentration on her face. And then I realized what she was doing. I watched as Celeste peed into her Pull-Up. Within seconds my penis sprang to life, sticking straight out in front of me. Celeste giggled as she tore off the Pull-Up and cleaned the pee from her mound.

“If you’re a good boy maybe we’ll take care of that later,” she said with a wink.

With that, she pulled off her tee shirt and climbed naked into the tub, beckoning me to follow.

“Come on in, baby boy,” she cooed.

To be continued…

Re: The Christmas Gift - Parts I and II

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Re: The Christmas Gift - Updated 12/16/11

PART III

I got into the tub, facing Celeste. She giggled as we began playing with the bubbles. Just I had finished crafting a beard that would make Santa Claus jealous, Celeste reached behind me and grabbed a bottle of No More Tears baby shampoo.

“Okay, time to get cleaned up!” Celeste declared.

I sat there, smiling, as my beautiful, naked girlfriend lovingly massaged the shampoo into my hair, and then carefully rinsed it out. She then used a shower sponge and the bubbles to wash my body. I returned the favor, and the favor led to the return of my erection. Celeste giggled and pulled me to my feet.

“Even in the tub, such a dirty little boy,” she scolded, playfully swatting at my penis.

“Sorry, babe,” I apologized, “When you’re naked, I’m hard, that’s just how it is.”

“Well, we’ll be clothed in a moment, just one more thing to take care of,” Celeste explained, once again reaching behind me and this time picking up her razor and shaving cream, “Now we need to trim things up a bit, babies most certainly do not have all of this,” she continued, dragging her fingers through my pubic hair.

With that, Celeste very carefully began shaving away all of the hair around my crotch. She even shaved the hair from my balls, which is possibly the most effective way to lose an erection that I’ve ever experienced.

“Okay sweetie,” Celeste said as she finished, “Sit down and rinse off while I take care of mine.”

Well, so much for no hard on. As soon as I sat down, Celeste sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs wide, exposing herself to me. I couldn’t help but gape as she removed the neatly trimmed hair that surrounded her vagina. By the time she had finished, I was rock hard again.

“Okay, bathtime is over!” Celeste announced, unplugging the drain.

I stood up and she grabbed a towel, quickly drying herself off. She wrapped up in a robe and then used another towel to dry me. I laid down on the changing pad, but Celeste made no move to diaper me.

“What’s wrong, babe?” I asked.

“Well,” Celeste replied, “I don’t think I can fit that into your diaper.”

I followed her gaze down to my stiff member and blushed a little bit. Before I could respond, she continued.

“But since you were such a good little boy in the bath…”

Celeste let the robe fall from her shoulders and puddle at her feet. My eyes began at her painted toe nails, followed up her toned legs (she bikes everywhere), to her now hairless mound and then continued to her trim tummy and beautiful little breasts. She wears a 34A, which some consider small, but I think her boobs suit her perfectly. After lingering there, my eyes met her gorgeous green eyes, and she smiled seductively.

Celeste sank to the floor and crawled up between my legs. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, gave a gentle squeeze. She started slowly, tugging at my hardness. As I started to squirm and breathe a little heavier, she jerked a little harder and a little faster. I closed my eyes as the pleasure continued. As soon as I did, she surprised me by enveloping me in her mouth. I moaned audibly as she vigorously licked, kissed, and sucked. As my climax neared, she paused and looked my in the eye.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” Celeste breathily exclaimed.

My eyes widened as she went back to my cock and it didn’t take long from there. I cried out as I came, and Celeste kept pumping me with her hand, taking each spurt into her mouth. As my orgasm subsided, she gently let my softening penis down with gentle licks and kisses.

“Now let’s clean you up,” Celeste said with a wicked smile.

She used baby wipes to clean my now-shriveled member, and then slid a fresh diaper under my butt. Celeste applied a generous amount of baby powder and rubbed it in before covering my crotch with the diaper and taping it. Celeste than stood up and went to the sink to rinse and gargle. I stood up and admired my diapered reflection in the mirror. When I turned back around, Celeste was pulling on another Pull-Up.

“Okay, baby boy, time to get dressed!” Celeste declared, leading me back to her bedroom by the hand, sitting me on the bed. “Be a good boy while I get dressed!”

I watched as Celeste dried and brushed her long, brown hair, pulling it into two pigtails. She slipped into a light blue babydoll nightie with a matching pair of shorts. Through the sheer material I could see her nipples as well as her diaper and I couldn’t help but laugh at the overgrown toddler in front of me.

Celeste just smiled and came over to me. She gently tugged a blue tee shirt over my head, and then began brushing my hair. I looked down at the shirt to see Cookie Monster looking back at me. I laughed again.

“Wow, you really went all out, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Oh, sweetie,” Celeste sighed. “This is just the beginning.”

Re: The Christmas Gift - Updated 12/26/11

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