Authentically Amy Pt. 01

PLEASE NOTE - this story contains adultery, submission/domination, and diapers.

Amy poured the coffee in the travel mug -- filling it up until it got to the exact right spot -- just a hair under the little ridge that ran along the inside of the mug. She retrieved the half-and-half from the fridge and a measuring cups from the drawer. One quarter cup of half-and-half -- one teaspoon of sugar. Last and certainly least -- one tiny pinch of salt. James swore he could taste the difference. Amy thought he was making it up but did it anyway.

She stirred the coffee together and closed the lid on the mug. She set it down on the countertop next to James' keys.

Amy circled the kitchen island and made her way to the bar area, clicking her nails against the marble countertops as she went. It was a nervous habit she had from childhood.. She retrieved her morning beverage of choice -- a simple earl grey tea with a splash of milk -- and sipped it slowly.

In the next room, she could hear James rushing to gather the papers from his home office and stuff them into his oversized laptop bag. He was running late -- as usual. No matter what time he left the house, he was always "running late for work." It could be 5:30 or 8:55 -- he was always "running late." It was like that was like the ceaseless hustle a mandatory part of his uniform.

James whirled into the kitchen, slinging the bag over his shoulder. He gave her a quick peck on the back of the head. "I'll see you later babe -- I love you." He snatched the keys from the countertop.

"Wait babe! Your coff..." ... too late. James was already out the door.

She sighed.

The car engine started, and the garage door opened. And just like that, James was gone. Amy stood back up and grabbed the travel mug. She dumped the contents down the sink. You couldn't just take two seconds to check and make sure you got everything?

Amy went back to her tea.

About five minutes later, her phone rang. She looked down at the screen -- it was James. Amy picked up. "Hey honey, how are you?"

"Hey, you forgot to make me coffee this morning."

Excuse me?! "Uh... no... I..."

"Babe, you know how busy I am. Please, please, please don't forget tomorrow."

"James. I didn't forget. I made it for you this morning and you didn't see it."

James went quiet on the other end, before finally answering. "Well, I didn't see it this morning. Can you put it in a more obvious spot?"

Maybe tomorrow I'll throw it at your head... But Amy didn't want an argument. "Sure honey," she said through gritted teeth, "I'll make sure it's in a more obvious spot tomorrow."

"Thanks babe, love you."

"Love you too..."

Amy hung up. She was seething. She threw open the sliding door to the patio and went outside. She needed some air. She ran her fingers through her hair and took a few deep breaths.

"Everything ok honey?"

It was Amanda Thompson -- her neighbor from next door. Amy looked over and nodded. "Yea... just a little exasperated."

Amanda nodded. "No worries honey, I get it. Wanna talk about it?"

Amy walked over to the fence dividing their yards. Amanda was an adorable older woman. She was probably about seventy, with grey hair cut short. She wore big sunglasses, a sunhat, and her gardening gloves.

Amy paused. She had no desire to air dirty laundry -- but she was frustrated. "You ever feel like they just... don't see you?"

Amanda nodded. "Oh honey, believe me. I know that feeling. Joe. I swear, he just can't keep his eyes to himself."

"What do you do about it?"

"Me? I just shop. Fuck 'em. They don't want to appreciate us? They can pay for that privilege."

Amy laughed a little.

"Truth be told I did that just the other day. Joe forgot to do the dishes the other night and wouldn't even apologize. So, I went over to that cute little lingerie store over on Broadway in the Evening Gate Plaza. It's actually really cute. Not sleazy at all."

"You got lingerie after he made you mad?"

Amanda smiled deviously. "They can't get mad at you if it's for their benefit."

The little lingerie store was exactly what Amanda had described. It was cute and fun. The walls were lined with colorful murals, which seemed be a bit suggestive, but there wasn't anything explicit or gross.

Amy was in the back of the store at the clearance rack, and she had her eye on a green corset and panty combination. She pulled one off the rack and felt the material. Hmm... I like it but it's a little big. Do they have a smaller size?

"Oh... I love that color." Said a young woman, over in the next aisle. "I love the red hair and emerald green combination. That'll look so good on you."

"Awww, thank you so much. I just wish they had a smaller size."

"Hold on. I think I just saw one over here." The woman rifled through her side of the rack for a couple of moments before pulling an identical set. "Got it."

The woman handed it to Amy. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome. I'm Rachel by the way."

"Amy. It's a pleasure."

Amy went back to shopping through the clearance rack... but Rachel still stood behind her. Like she had something more that she wanted to say.

"Hey... uh... can... can I ask you a favor?" Rachel was blushing. Her whole face was practically red.

"Uh, sure."

"You can say no."

Amy nodded. "Alright -- what do you need."

Rachel's voice went down to almost a whisper, and she was practically pulling herself into a little ball -- like she wanted to crawl in a hole. "Can you change my diaper?"

"I'm sorry... what?"

"My diaper. Can you change my diaper."

Amy was taken aback. The woman in front of her had to be in her early thirties. She was beautiful, with brown hair and brown eyes. She looked very put-together with jeans and a smart brown sweater.

She did not look like a person who would be wearing an adult diaper... much less asking for a change.

"Uhh, sure. I guess."

Rachel looked relieved. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

The pair went back to the ladies restroom. There was a built-in changing table just behind the sinks, and Rachel sat down on it. She pulled her bag from her should and set it beside her. "Everything you need is in the bag."

Amy opened the bag. She found wipes, powder, lotion, and a fresh diaper. The diaper intrigued her. It was pink with a babyish block print on the front.

Rachel laid down flat on the table. It was far too short for her, so she kept her knees pulled up to her chest. "So... uh... if you don't mind me asking, what's going on with the diapers?"

Rachel covered her face with her hands. "I'm so sorry to drag you into this. Truth is, I lost a bet."

"What kind of bet?"

"With my husband. The loser had to be wear a diaper for 24 hours straight, use it, and isn't allowed to change themselves. He's over in the book store right now and isn't answering his phone."

Amy pulled down Rachel's jeans. A diaper matching the one from the bag was fastened around her waist -- but this one was very, very full. Amy undid the tapes and pulled it off of Rachel.

There was another detail that Rachel had neglected to mention. Rachel was also wearing a remote-controlled vibrator and a butt plug.

Amy wiped down Rachel's diaper area and started to apply the lotion. This was the first time she had ever touched another woman this intimately before. She put down a thin layer of powder and fastened the new diaper.

As she was closing the final tapes, Amy could feel the vibrator start to go off.

Rachel moaned loudly. "Ohhhhhh... that bastard. Can't pick up his damn phone but will.... ahhh."

Amy's check's flushed with second-hand embarrassment. The buzzing went silent, and Rachel covered her face again. "I am so, so sorry. Thank you again for doing what you did. I really appreciate it. I knew you would be nice."

Rachel picked up the used diaper and wipes, and threw them in the trash can before leaving.

Amy stayed in the bathroom, wondering what the hell just happened.

As soon as Amy got home, she started searching the internet. Did people really wear diaper as a fetish? Could something like that be arousing?

It absolutely was a fetish. And apparently it was referred to as AB/DL -- adult baby, diaper lover.

There were forums, message boards, personal ads, and porn dedicated to it. Amy read through posts of people talking about their exploits and little tips and tricks they picked up in the lifestyle. There was advice on the best place to order your diapers -- hell, there were even dedicated companies making diapers for these people.

She saw a picture of a topless young woman kneeling in front of the camera, with a diaper wrapped around her waist. She had never been into women or considered sleeping with a woman -- but this girl was really cute. She looked innocent and sexy. She thought back to Rachel, and how embarrassed she was.

Amy cleared her browsing history and shut the laptop. This was so weird. But for some reason she couldn't stop thinking about it.

As the day wore on, she kept thinking about new things to search for. She found gossip about what celebrities the community thought might be AB/DLs, recommendations on hiding your stash, hygiene tips, recommended brands, stories, and porn.

She kept falling further down the rabbit hole.

Finally -- she reached a page dedicated to locals. There was a brand new post from a user named "RAD Little Couple" entitled "I lost a bet... but made a friend." Amy clicked on it. "Last night, I lost a bet to my husband. Loser had to spend 24 hours in a diaper -- vibed and plugged -- and wasn't allowed to change themselves. To increase the humiliation, my loving husband decided we had to go shopping. And, he decided that we should split up. So there I am, inside a lingerie store with a diaper that's just about to spring a leak. And what does my husband do? He start vibing me more. Dickhead. Anyway, I figured out that there was a loophole -- the rules didn't say he had to be the one changing me -- I just couldn't do it myself. So I find the nearest lady and ask her to change me. I was so embarrassed I wanted to die. But she was really sweet. She changed me and sent me on my way. Wherever you are out there, random lady in the lingerie store, I appreciate you."

That had to be Rachel. Had to be.

Rachel scrambled to create a throwaway e-mail account and create an account on the forum. She went to the "RAD Little Couple" page and hit Private Message. "Hey RAD Little Couple -- It's your girl from the lingerie store. Just read your story and just wanted to make sure you were ok. It didn't sound like a lot of fun."

The reply message came back fast. "Are you kidding me? That was so much fun! Thank you for your help. I'm just surprised you found me."

Amy didn't even have time to reply before Rachel sent a follow-up. "Wait. Just gotta make sure it's you. What were you buying when I ran into you?"

"Green lingerie set. You thought they went well with my hair."

"It is you! I'm sorry -- IDK your name. Are you an AB/DL too?"

"It's Amy. And I wouldn't say that. Our little encounter made me curious, so I've been doing a little research."

"Aww! I'm so glad! I can't believe I inspired someone to look into this stuff up. You know, if you're still curious, we should get together sometime. You can meet my husband Adam. He's a real sweetheart and I know you'll love him. IDK if you have a significant other, but feel free to bring him/her/them."

Amy froze. Was she really considering this? There was no way in hell she would be bringing James along to something like this. They barely had sex -- let alone openly playing with kinks.

She started typing "I'd love to!" but hit backspace. Can't do it. Too weird. She started typing "That's alright -- I think I'm good" but backspaced over that as well. Why did she keep doing that? Make up your mind.

Amy slammed the laptop lid shut -- not even bothering to clear the history or even close the browser. What was she doing? She needed to think. Get some time and think.

She was still thinking about it at 8:30pm when she heard James' car pull into the garage. She got up to greet him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek as he walked into the living room. "How was your day?" she asked.

"Terrible. I didn't get coffee this morning, and I had a migraine by noon. I just felt like I couldn't focus all day long. How about you? Anything interesting happen?"

"Fine. Nothing interesting really happened, I just went shopping."

Amy didn't know why she was keeping it a secret. Maybe she was embarrassed that she had gone looking into such a weird fetish. Or maybe it was the fact that she had changed a random woman's diaper. Regardless, she didn't feel like she wanted to tell James just yet.

"Cool. I'll be right back. Gonna get changed and lay down. My head is killing me."

Amy pulled out her laptop again. RAD Little Couple's last message was still front and center on the screen. No new messages. Screw it, what's the harm.

Amy typed out "I'd love to! When are you free?" and smashed the send button before she could change her mind. Almost immediately the three dots indicating typing appeared.

"Yay! I'm so happy I'll get to see you again. I was worried I scared you off."

Amy laughed out loud. "I was worried I scared ME off. No, I really would like to get to know you and your husband better. I don't know what I think of this AB/DL stuff but I'm open to learning more. When are you guys free?"

"I'm free this weekend! I'll talk it over with Adam and I'll let you know what he says."

Rachel went offline for a few minutes, but came back and said. "Adam can't wait the meet you. Have you ever been the Bistro on 7th Street? We should totally go there. How's Saturday at 7? And should we expect anyone else?"

"Perfect." She typed. She hesitated for a long moment and said, "Nope, just me."

She could feel the butterflies welling up in her stomach. What had she just gotten herself into?

Amy heard snoring coming from the other room. James had apparently passed out.

A couple hours after James had gone to bed. Amy was still on the computer. She was looking at different pictures and videos that different women had posted online -- mostly just selfies of women posing in their diapers. There were a few women posing with their diapers pulled down around their ankles and toys in their mouths... there was one with a giant pacifier stuffed into her mouth... there was another with a buttplug.

She knew she shouldn't. It wouldn't be fair to James. But she felt her hand slipping down to her waistline, slipping her fingers under the band of her underwear. She was so wet.

Amy pulled down her pants and lay on her side. She slipped a finger into her pussy and began to rub her clit with another. She pictured the woman with the buttplug -- but it was her own butt that was being filled instead. She imagined she was the woman in the diaper -- she had a vibrator in her cunt, and her hands were tied to the headboard with her husband's ties. James was standing over her with the remote to her vibrator. He would turn it on to full speed when she was just about to cum, and then turn it off. He kept teasing her, keeping her on the edge. She had to beg him for release. She kept begging and begging until James finally let her cum.

She came hard, her body shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. She bit down hard to keep from making a sound. She laid there for a few more moments, enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss.

The week seemed to crawl by as Amy eagerly awaited Saturday. She had been texting on-and-off with Rachel, who was trying to convince her to just try diapers -- and dropped a few hints that she should be diapered on Saturday. Rachel was never too pushy, but she was never not pushing.

Rachel had also mentioned that she would be wearing a diaper too. She even offered to let Amy come by and raid her stash. Amy was not having it. She kept saying that she would think about it, but she knew she was lying. She would not wear a diaper to the dinner. No way.

When Saturday finally came, Rachel was nervous. She was half-tempted to call the whole thing off. But she pushed through the anxiety and threw on a little black dress. This one was James' favorite. She'd be lying if she said she didn't want to look sexy for her new friends.

James was in the living room, reading a book when Amy walked in. "How do I look?"

"You look beautiful babe." James said, not looking up from his book. "Where did you say you were going?"

"Girl's night."

"Ahh, gotcha. Just let me know if you need anything. Be careful."

Amy got into the car and started driving and reached for a mint. Shoot... and my breath smells horrible. It was fine. There was a pharmacy nearby that would have mints.

The mints were in the candy aisle, but something else caught Amy's attention. There were baby diapers sitting right there. No way. I'm not going to do that. Am I? Amy picked up a box -- it was the largest size they had. I'm not going to actually do it.

But Amy felt compelled by forces outside herself. She thought of how excited it would make Rachel. If nothing else, this would make an excellent joke.

Amy took the mints and the diapers to the counter to check out. Her face burned the entire time -- as if the cashier could possibly know what these diapers were intended for.

In the car, she slipped off her panties and tore open the baby diapers. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She tried pulling one around her waist, but it was no use -- the diaper was too small. She had some tape in her purse. She pulled it out and wrapped it around the diaper a few times. It worked well enough.

The Bistro was packed. Amy found a spot a couple blocks down the street and started walking. Rachel and Adam were already there, sitting at a table for three. Rachel spotted Amy and waved excitedly. Rachel gave Amy a hug. "I'm so glad you made it."

"Me too. Sorry I'm late."

Adam stood up. He was a bigger man, tall with wavy brown hair. He looked like a high school quarterback who was just about to finally let himself go -- but hadn't quite let go yet. "Ahh, the mysterious lingerie lady! It's so good to finally meet you. You can call me Adam. You look great by the way."

"Thank you so much." Amy blushed. "I hope I'm not late. The parking was terrible."

Rachel waved her hand dismissively. "Not at all. It's fine."

The waiter came by to drop off the menu. They ordered drinks and appetizers.

"I love your dress." Rachel said. "Where did you get it?"

Amy laughed. "I actually don't know. This is one of my old ones. How is it going with your bet? Is it over?"

"It is!" Adam said. "Rachel actually has been out of diapers until... well... tonight. As you can see, potty training isn't going so well." That got a chuckle out of the table.

Rachel subtly raised her dress enough to show off a sliver of the diaper underneath. "Maybe we'll get this one into diapers one day too."

"Actually..." Amy smirked, "You already did." She raised her dress enough to show off a bit of the baby diaper underneath."

"Are those... pampers? Oh honey, how are you keeping those things up?"

"Truth be told? I taped them."

"You're a creative one. Just don't try to wet those, you'll be leaking all over the floor." Rachel winked.

"So," Adam said, leaning in, "What do you know about the lifestyle?"

"I don't know much. I read some stuff online, and I'm still trying to understand it. The concept of using a diaper as a fetish is so foreign to me. But I have to admit that it's been interesting. I've seen a few videos and I've read some stories."

"And what do you think?" Rachel asked. "Do you think you would want to try it again?"

"I'm not sure. I think that I would like to give it a go sometime. But I don't think that it could be a full-time thing." Amy thought back to the vibrator fantasy, and had to keep herself from blushing.

The food arrived, and the three ate as they made small talk. "Something you should know is that I'm a bit more of an AB and Adam is a DL."

"There's a difference? I thought AB/DL was all one thing."

Adam cut in "You're not wrong, but it's a bit of a spectrum. Some people like the age regression aspect of it and going into 'little space.' And some people like me just like wearing diapers."

"So, Amy, do you have a significant other?"

"Yes. I'm married."

"Why didn't you bring him along."

"I'm just worried that he'll freak out. I don't even know how I would bring it up."

"You should try being blunt." Rachel suggested. "Just ask him to try it out. It's fun! You'd be surprised how many people would be willing to try it if you just asked."

"Maybe I will. Maybe I will." Amy said, thinking of her fantasies. She could just picture it -- James was standing over her, vibrator in hand, teasing her mercilessly. "What if he doesn't want to though?"

"Then you can just meet up with us." Adam said. "We love having guests. And we can make arrangements for a safe word and such." Amy pictured Rachel and Adam standing over her instead. She felt herself getting warm.

As the night wore on, Rachel asked, "Hey, can I ask another favor? You're not going to want to hear this, but can you change me? I think I made a mess. I know I'm a big girl and all, but I would really like you to do it."

"Sure!" Amy said, a bit too enthusiastically. She could feel Adam staring at her.

Amy and Rachel excused themselves from the table, and Rachel led them to the back of the restaurant. "Are you ready?"

Amy nodded and they went into the bathroom. Amy turned around and locked the door behind them.

The bathroom was large. There was a small room on the right-hand side dedicated to infant changing stations. Amy didn't know restaurants still did that. Rachel opened the door and they stepped inside.

Rachel sat down on the changing table. She opened up a purse that looked more like a diaper bag, and pulled out a diaper and some wipes. "Sorry about this. I really need to be changed."

"No problem." Amy said. She turned to the changing table and lifted up Rachel's dress. She saw the large adult diaper taped to her waist, but the tape wasn't doing much. The diaper was sagging and loose. Rachel giggled. "Guess the tape didn't hold." Rachel laughed.

"Can you take them off for me? I want you to see it." Rachel was breathing deeply, clearly enjoying this.

Amy pulled the tabs of the diaper up enough to slid it off. Rachel's pussy was glistening, and her asshole was plugged. "Oh my god." Amy said.

"It's ok though, you can touch it."

Amy's fingers reached down and grabbed a wipe. She gently rubbed Rachel's pussy. She rubbed Rachel's clit. Rachel let out a soft moan.

"Do you like that?" Rachel nodded. Amy took another wipe and started cleaning her asshole. She noticed that the buttplug was starting to come out. Amy gently pushed it back inside, eliciting another moan.

"Fuck..." Rachel said.

Amy closed the new diaper and secured the tapes. "There you go. You're all set."

Rachel looked over at Amy, "Is it your turn?"

"Not tonight -- maybe soon." Amy said, already knowing the answer. Rachel readjusted her dress.

The two girls walked out of the bathroom, and back to their seats. Adam was waiting for them. "So?" Adam asked.

Rachel winked. "It was perfect. You should have been there."

Adam ordered dessert for the group. Amy declined at first, but then Adam insisted. "Come on, you have to. It's your first night out with us, I insist."

"Ok, I'll take a bite," Amy said with a smile.

Dinner continued on, and Adam asked her again if she was considering giving diapers an honest try.

"I'm not sure," Amy said. "There's a part of me that feels like I shouldn't. It feels wrong, but in a fun way. Like I'm being naughty."

"Ah, I totally understand. We all have those moments. You just have to embrace it." Adam said.

Amy sighed. "I want to. But the guilt is always there, especially when you want to try something new. I mean, I feel guilty just talking about it with you two. I don't know if I could go further than that. I don't think I could bring myself to do it. Not with someone outside my marriage, at least. It just feels... wrong."

"Hey," Rachel said, "it's not your fault that you want to explore. I'm happy to help you through it. And you can go as far or as little as you want with it. It doesn't have to be sex, and it doesn't have to involve anyone other than you if you don't want it to."

Amy laughed nervously. "I appreciate that, really. But you might be surprised. I already have ideas of what I would like to do if I had the chance. I'm just not sure if it's a chance I'll have any time soon."

"Well, if you change your mind, I'm here for you," Rachel said with a warm smile.

"I know, and I appreciate that. It really means a lot to me to have someone to talk to about this stuff, to help me figure it out and go through it. You guys are great."

"We gotta head out." Adam said. Rachel kissed Amy on the cheek. "Call me when you get home. I want to know that you made it back safe." Rachel leaned in close. "And remember, I'm one text away if you wanna go a little further."

They hugged and Amy watched Adam and Rachel drive away. She looked down at the diaper again. It had been fun, but she had to get it off. She needed to get out of this thing before she did anything stupid.