Caught by a Female Security Guard – Chapter Four
I looked at Tara, with most definitely a confused look on my face, and Tara obviously noticed it because she smiled and said, “I see you’re a bit puzzled, well don’t you worry your little head about it, baby’s are always puzzled, especially those cute little toddlers, you know, between 18 and 30 months old, that age when they’re learning so much about everything, including potty training, which apparently, you are going to need a little help with, but it’ll be ok, Mommy Tara’s here to help you with your little journey to try and make sure you get potty trained right this time.”
Bob: I’m not exactly sure what you’re talking about but I think there’s been a monstrous mistake assumed here, I am very much potty trained, as you so politely phrased it and I don’t need anyone’s help with any journey, this is just something I occasionally do to relax.
Tara: Oh, really, so let me see if I thoroughly understand this, to help you relax, you like to put a diaper and plastic pants on, like a baby, go outside, where who knows who is watching, make up excuses to meet girls, in this case, moire, then actually stand in front of them and shit your diaper, like a baby, and you’re telling me you don’t have a problem and this is how you relax?
Bob: Oh my God, it’s not like that at all, I told you what happened was an accident and an unfortunate series of events. I really did accidentally lock myself out of my house, and I did not do it to meet anyone, let alone you, and I tried my hardest to hold it while I was talking with you but I just couldn’t, and lastly, I was not standing there outside, next to you, relaxed, I was mortified and scared and if I could have ran away, I would have in a heartbeat.
Tara: Ok, let’s say, for just a minute, I believe you, explain a couple things for me then. To begin with, when I first discovered you were wearing a diaper and those cute little plastic baby pants, you made no attempt to deter me from investigating further, or even pulling your robe tighter? Next, you actually let me come in to your house, and not only did you stand there, and let me do a diaper check on you, like I would any other toddler that smelled as bad as you did, but you let me take pictures of you in your poopy diapers and pat your bottom, just like a baby, then, I come back after work, and even though you’re not in your stinky diaper anymore, you still let me in your house, show me all of your diapers, diapering supplies and (ahem), questionable so called baby clothes….
I started to say something in my defense but she hushed me up immediately……….
Tara: Finally, you sit there and tell me that you’re potty trained, Bobby, I don’t know of an adult anywhere that can’t hold it for 10 to 15 minutes, even if they had to poop really, really bad? If you really had to pee, that would be something else, I could see that, but to actually poop yourself, especially standing in front of someone else, really Bob, that doesn’t sound like someone that’s potty trained to me, that sounds more like an 18 month old filling his diaper, no matter who’s around, and Bobby, one other little thing about you pooping your pants(as Tara holds up the package of remaining Dulcolax Suppositories I left sitting on top of the dresser)looks to me like that is exactly what you intended to do and you didn’t care who was around or whether you were comfortably inside your house or toddling around outside, JUST LIKE A BABY?
Bob: I know what you think it looks like, but please believe me, it’s not like that at all, it’s just that sometimes I…….
Tara interrupts me by putting her fingers to her lips and says “SHHHHH,
Tara: Hush, let me do the talking, I know what you’re looking for and I know what you need. I noticed you a month ago, while you were moving in, and I thought how cute you were and tried to figure out a way to get to meet you without jeopardizing my job. When we got the call of a possible prowler and I saw it was you, I swear to you, my heart skipped a beat, and then when I saw your plastic pants and what looked like a bulky diaper peeking out of your robe, I questioned myself about wanting to meet you, but Bobby, when the odor of a dirty diaper twitched my nose, and then when I got to actually do a diaper check on you, as if you were just a toddler, and saw a very messy diaper, I knew, this was my doorway in to your life, as strange as it may have seemed.
Once again I started to respond but she just shushed me again……
Tara: When I got back to my post, I pulled out my laptop and searched “Adults in Diapers”, I was like, WOW, I had no idea, I mean, there is a whole sub-culture group dedicated to acting and wanting to be treated like a baby, and I knew, based on the style of plastic pants you were wearing and the baby style diaper pins you had holding your diaper up, which I saw when I did a diaper check on you, that you might very well be one of these people, which I learned are referred to as infantilists.
That’s when I made up my mind to get involved with you and your lifestyle. Like I told you, I thought you was cute already, but the thought of you toddling around the house in your diapey, Bobby, that thought and image was just way too cute, and I knew, I wanted to be a part of it.
I looked at Tara, stunned by what I was hearing, this was almost like a dream come true, but I didn’t know if I was ready to share this intimate part of my lifestyle just yet, I was already embarrassed about the way she saw me earlier, and that was being covered up by a robe, I wasn’t sure if I could just sit next to this incredibly good looking lady and just wet, and, or ever worse, mess my diaper with her looking on and knowing what I was doing, I knew that some guys got off on the humiliation factor of our fetish, but that was something I had never experienced nor wanted to, it just didn’t excite me.
Tara: Now Bobby, I can see the wheels turning in your little head and you’re sitting there questioning my intentions. To be truthful, I’ve always wanted a baby, my three best friends all have little ones and sometimes when we’re all together and they get to talking about basic child care and diapers and such, I am like, so totally lost, but now, you’ve opened up a door to me, less all the pain of giving birth, just the benefits of having a cute(ahem)little baby, I can dress up and show off to my girlfriends, and Bobby, don’t get me wrong, I don’t look forward to changing your messy, stinky diapers, but it’s something I’m pretty sure I can deal with, and if I need help, I’m sure my girlfriends can show me the in’s and out’s of proper diapering and changing techniques.
With that all said, here you go(as Tara hands me a piece of paper, I open it up and read the contents, “1HotMama4U”, I look at the paper and then back to Tara), that’s the password to my phone Bobby, as promised, if you wish to use it and go in and delete the photo’s I took of you earlier tonight and forget any of this ever happened, including what I’ve told you, then we can both go about our own ways and other saying hi in passing, we’ll leave it as just two ships that passed in the night.
I looked at Tara’s cell phone, still clutched tightly in my hand, thought about what she had said, then without typing in her password, I handed her phone back to her and said……….
Bob: Ok, let’s say, I’m interested in what you had to say, two things, first, what exactly did you have in mind and last, but certainly not least, I really don’t want anyone else seeing me dressed in diapers and being treated like a baby?
Tara: (smiling) Bobby, first off, why don’t I just show you what I have in mind(as she gets up and walks over to my dresser drawers and pulls out the diaper she left dangling there, a couple diaper pins, the baby powder, Desitin and a pair of plastic pants, then she turns and looks at me, winks and says), as for anyone else other then me seeing you in diapers and treating you like a baby, WE’LL SEE?
The End of Caught by a Female Security Guard – Chapter Four.
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