Amy and the Firefighter – Chapter One
BACKGROUND
I’m 24 and married. I’m probably who you’d least expect to be into this. I am “normal looking” — whatever that is — 5ft 7, longish brown hair, 127lbs. I am pretty shy and somewhat socially inept sometimes. I was in a little bit of a bad place with my husband and was chatting on IRC. I didn’t know what I was looking for really. I met this guy and we chatted a few times, sometimes steamy. I don’t even really remember how it came up or what exactly he said, but one weekend he convinced me to buy some disposable diapers for our chat. I was hooked in a way I have never been hooked into anything. Sometimes it is still something I obsess about. We sort of lost touch over time. I guess I am writing this hoping he reads it… sort of a thank you of sorts. I am going to try to post it to a few story places he sent me, hoping he will see it.
And I shouldn’t have to say this, but I will. This is fantasy. This doesn’t mean I want this to happen to me. It does mean I think about exactly this sort of thing — a lot.
INTRO
It had been months since I had chatted with firemanMike on irc. And then he popped up. We had a nice chat catching up… nothing steamy. I know I mentioned my hubby had a business trip coming up. I didn’t think much about it. Until…
Day1:
It was late afternoon when I got a knock on the door to my apartment. I answered it to find an older guy… maybe mid 60s… maybe late 50s… neatly dressed in blue jeans and a button down shirt. He had an odd polka dotted bag over his shoulder.
“Hello Amy.”
“um. Hi. Do I… know you?” I am terrible with names and my mind was racing through faces I knew. He was… familiar… but… yet… not.
“Yes. Or sort of, I guess. I’m firemanMike from IRC.”
My mouth went dry. My pulse was suddenly pounding. I was both scared and nervous and… and not really sure what to think.
“Oh. Um… how did you know where I lived?”
“I’m just as good a detective as I am a firefighter,” he said with a little laugh. “Can I come in? Just for a moment?”
Unsure what to do, my mind defaulted back to “be polite,” which is what my mother taught me. I let him in.
He proceeded to the center of my living room and opened the bag. He took out a thickly padded, pink polka dot blanket that matched the bag and spread it out on the floor. He also took out a bottle of powder, a tube and what appeared to be an adult sized diaper.
“I’m going to make you a one time offer. Come with me for a few days and enjoy yourself. Take some days off for you. The only thing I ask is: my rules. I’ll bring you back safe, I promise. But this offer is only for about the next 30 seconds. If you want to go, come lay down here on this blanket. Otherwise I will get out of your hair and leave you alone.”
“Mike… this is… sudden. And sort of weird. I don’t…”
He cut me off. “Your time is running out, Amy.”
He started putting the powder and the diaper back neatly in the bag. My inner voice was telling me this was crazy, but as he reached for the tube, I caved… walked over and sat on the blanket.
“Lay back.”
I did as he requested. With no warning or fanfare, he slowly unbuttoned my jeans… unzipped them… and tugged at them. I lifted my hips and they slid slowly down, revealing a pair of pale blue boyshort style panties.
“You won’t need these either,” he said, tugging at the hips of the panties.
As the panties slid down, he watched as a neatly trimmed dark brown triangle of pubic hair appeared. He sat the panties aside, took the diaper and opened it. The diaper was unlike the drug store kind I had seen. It looked much thicker and the outside looked shiny with pictures of little teddy bears on it.
“Lift up, little one.”
I lifted my butt and he slid it under me. It felt noticeably soft as I lowered back onto it. He took a little dab of ointment from the tube and gently rubbed it around the insides of my thighs and around my pussy. While he seemed to not be trying to be sexual, it was hard not to feel somewhat aroused. But he stopped as quickly as he started and sprinkled a generous amount of cool powder on me. With that, he closed the diaper and taped it in place. It was seriously thicker than anything I had ever used — a little wider than I was between the legs.
“Now, do you have some baggy pants? Like some sweatpants or something?”
“In the dresser… bottom left.”
Without trying, I noticed my voice… had become more child like. Not like an adult talking baby talk… just softer, with slightly different enunciation.
He retrieved the sweatpants and put them on my legs. He helped me up. I could hear the diaper make loud crinkly, swishy noises every time I moved. He packed his things back in the diaper bag.
“One last thing: the bra has to go.”
Now, I should mention: I’m not a big girl. I am a 34A or 34B. But I was brought up to always wear a bra and… well, it feels funny not wearing one in public. That said, I pulled my arms in through the sleeves, unclasped my bra and shrugged out of it. I handed him the bra. I could already feel my nipples hardening. I knew they’d be visible.
“Let’s go.”
My heart was pounding as we left. I was sure we would see someone I knew and they would know what was happening by the sound and bulky pants. We got to his car and he opened the rear door. In the back seat he had fashioned some sort of home made child seat out of wood. It was very padded with colorful fabric and lifted me just a few inches up and tipped me back a little so that my feet did not touch the floor. He carefully strapped me in the seat.
We drove about an hour to another small town nearby. A CD of children’s songs played as we drove. He drove straight to a small brick house on a quiet street. We walked to the door. He rang the bell and it was answered by an attractive woman in her mid 30s. She seemed very happy to see him and hugged him, full of smiles.
“That must be Amy. She is a cutie! I’m glad she was able to come.”
They talk lots of pleasantries… and a whole lot about me, but never talk to me. From the bits of conversation I hear, I am able to discern her name is Missy and that she is married to Bob, who is out of town working but will be back in a few days. Missy, Bob and Mike all appear to have been friends for some time. She shows us to a back bedroom. It is smallish with two twin beds. Mike puts down his suitcase and the diaper bag.
“I have supper almost ready for you guys. I hope you like steak and potatoes.”
The sound of that sort of brings my swimmy head back to consciousness a little. Maybe a good meal will settle my butterflies. As we walk back to the open kitchen/living/dining area, I smell the steak and it smells delicious. Mike ushers me to the table and I am surprised to see another home made creation. There is a high chair there… not so tall as to be in scale for an adult, but just tall enough to keep my feet off the floor and with a sliding tray. He sits me in the chair and slides the tray in place. Across the table is another gentleman I later find out is a neighbor named Lemmie. He is sort of leering at me and smiling in a way that seems very unsettling.
Missy serves both the men their steaks and returns from the kitchen with a bowl of SpagettiOs and a plastic spoon for me.
“Here you go, Punkin.”
My stomach knots up again… as I dig into my SpagettiOs.
When dinner ends, Mike stands and says “I probably need to get give her her bottle.”
He retrieves the diaper bag, warms up a bottle in the microwave and comes to me. He pulls out the tray and ushers me to the adjoining living room rug. He spreads out the blanket and I lay down on it. He hands me the bottle, smiling. I take it, still a little hungry and begin to suck on it.
Now, I should probably mention, bottles seem to have a very relaxing, calming effect on me. It always takes me 10-15 minutes to finish one and I tend to really relax… sometimes falling in and out of sleep. When I drink, I always relax fully… and even if I don’t need to pee… I usually wet some. This time my bladder was fairly full… and by the time the bottle was empty, I was reasonably wet.
“I’m just going to get her changed and into bed… then we can talk a bit,” Mike said.
The words woke me up very fast and struck terror in me. It was humiliating enough with semi-friend Mike seeing me. But now there was also Missy and leering Lemmie. I could feel my face get hot and hear Missy tell Lemmie “Oh look, she’s blushing.”
Mike tapped my hip… and I knew what he wanted… I raised my hips… and he pulled down the sweatpants.
“Yeah, I suspected… this one’s really wet.”
Mike opened the tapes with a little bit of a ripping sound as Lemmie actually got up from the table and stood over him to watch. I had to close my eyes. As he opened me up, I felt the cold air on my pee-wet pussy. He tapped my hip again… and I lifted… allowing him to pull out the old diaper and slide in another. I opened my eyes and Lemmie is just staring. And smiling. Mike dusted me with a generous amount of powder and closed the diaper, taping it securely.
“Off to bed with you little one.”
He took me to the room and put me in one of the double beds. He removed the shirt I was wearing and put on a pink nightshirt that just said “Princess” on it. He left, turning out the light. My heart continued to race… I was not going to sleep anytime soon. I try to decipher the noises of the house… but all I can hear is indistinct talking and laughing for quite some time. Eventually the house gets quiet and I hear Missy going into the master bedroom just up the hall from me. I can hear talking in there… and some giggling. I can only assume Mike is there with her. Before long I hear the unmistakable sounds of them having sex: bed springs squeaking… and eventually Missy’s cries of passion. As the house finally gets quiet, I drift off to sleep.
I woke a few times during the night. Each time I wet myself just a little, making a nice warm, wet place next to my pussy.
The End of Amy and the Firefighter – Chapter One.
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