[#261] The Origin of Greg: Diapered Fantasies

"I just don't like to wear diapers, Becca."  Greg was whining again.  I could almost always get him to do what I wanted, but for some reason I just couldn't get his ass into a diaper.

I just wanted it SO BADLY.  I wanted him, in a diaper, underneath me, while I enjoyed grinding on him and a hitachi.

Was that so much to ask!?!

Apparently it was.

"But Greg... "  I pouted as I wrapped my arms around his neck.  "It's just a diaper.  It's just crinkly plastic underwear.  And it will make me soooooo happy!"

I could see his resolve wavering.  A little more and I'd have his ass pampered and I'd have my fun.

Maybe I wouldn't let him out of them when I was done.  I'd read enough stories about that.

"Rebecca.  No.  Why is this so important to you?  We've been together three years and this is the first I've ever heard of you wanting diapers...  Listen, I'm not gonna judge, but it's just not my thing.  What's the deal?"

I dropped the pout like a cheap Halloween mask.  Even though he knew it was part of my act, it generally worked on him anyway.  He loved me that way.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the computer, showing him where it all began.

"Look!"  I loaded up the photo I had found - someone had made a joke on Twitter and one thing led to another, and I found myself in a strangely cute and alluring corner of the internet.

This particular picture was a blonde and a redhead, both diapered, grinding and moaning at a shared vibrator.

"Whoa... "  My sweet Greg didn't have a way with words, but he had other talents.

"I want that!"  I had tried it alone, I had the pack of diapers in the closet... adorable, comfortable, puffy white things that I had no idea I would enjoy.  "I want to feel you underneath me!  I want you to blush like that!  You know I love my blushy Greg."

We were switches, sure, and his dominance was positively delicious, but so was his timid submission.

I knew which one I wanted in this moment.

"Becca... I just... "  His whole head was red, but it was embarrassment, not ecstasy.  Not what I wanted.  "Look.  We have an agreement for this, you can have as many female lovers as you want... I love you, but I'm not wearing a diaper."

Like it was that easy.  Ugh.  It often took weeks of hunting to get a woman into our bed, and it always inevitably went the same way.  I'd fuck her, he'd like her and want her around, want to get to know her.  He was such a sweetie, but he never seemed to get that the kind of women I brought home were just there for the sex.  And I didn't want them around after that.  I wanted my sweet Greg... and lots of kinky sex.

And so the hunt began.  I needed to find someone deeply submissive, someone I could dominate into a puddle, who would be too far gone in their own head to object to me putting them in a diaper.  I wouldn't violate a safeword - I had a reputation to uphold - so I needed to find someone whose brain I could turn off completely.

Someone hot.

It took three weeks, but finally I got her home.  Greg was out for the night, "beer with the boys", which was fine by me.

I just wanted a diaper slut under me.

She was trembling so badly she couldn't walk by the time I was done with her on the couch.  It was obvious she hadn't done this too often, she was so quick to blush.  It was going to be amazing when I got her diapered, when I pressed my own diapered crotch against hers.

The wet spot on my jeans agreed.

Until I caught Greg out of the corner of my eye.  I did my best not to panic - she'd sense it, and she was the shy fragile type.  That would be the end of it, weeks of work for nothing.  I'd kill him.

Not really.  But UGH!

I straddled her lap as I kissed her gently.

"Wait right here.  Don't move, or I'll be very cross.  I'd have to... punish you."  The way she blushed was wonderful, I could practically feel the heat rising from her cheeks.  I touched my nose to hers and headed down the hall, to find a terrified Greg outside of our bedroom door.

"I'm sorry!"  His desperate whisper was still too loud.  I shoved him into the bedroom and closed the door behind us.

I turned the iPod on.  Sex music.

"Greg.  You told me you were out tonight!"  My shout was still a whisper.  "Climb out the window or something!"

"They canceled!  I texted you!"  There was no way for him to get out the front door without her seeing him, without her getting spooked and ruining all of my plans.

"Honey."  I kissed him before I fixed a stern look on him.  "I'm going to bring that beautiful platinum blonde in here in the next five minutes.  And I had better not see you, or you're going in diapers.  For a week!"

He knew I had him there.  I returned to the living room and double-checked with my girl that she was ready, that she was feeling it.  I touched her, I teased her, I brought her to the point that her body was humming, and I brought her back to the bedroom.

And he was gone.  The windows were closed, so I had no idea how he had gotten out - he could be in the bathroom but that would be a gamble.

I had her on the bed in no time, my teeth on her neck, my hands holding her wrists above her head, our hips grinding together.  I had her nearly to delirium, I had her so thirsty for me that she was a mindless, moaning creature.

And then one particular shift found resistance in the bed.  And a muffled grunt.

The lovable idiot was under the bed.

Fine.  As long as he was quiet.  This was my moment.

She started to object when I pulled out the diapers, but between my kisses and my assurance that the other one was for me - which made me realize that after this, I'd want a girl in TWO of them - she submitted.  Her breath came in tiny gasps as I took her jeans, as I took her panties.

"See?  You're awfully wet... "  I licked her, one long, teasing lick before slipping the diaper under her, before taping it closed around her.  Before diapering myself.

Before finally finding myself atop a beautiful, diapered woman.

My fantasy.

And it was everything I had hoped.  I lost count of our orgasms at the not-so-tender ministrations of the vibrator.  Part of me swore that the way she gripped the bed would leave a permanent indentation.

And I.  Loved.  Every.  Single.  Moment.

When I was done with her, I slipped her jeans back on over the diaper, straining the button but making her ass positively gorgeous.  I kissed her and walked her, wobbly-legged to the door, and apologized that time had gotten away from me, that I had something to take care of soon.

Because I did.

Greg and I would be having a long talk after this.  But nothing was going to ruin my glow.  I wasn't sure if I was going to fuck him or beat his ass when I got back in there.

...it ended up being the former.  My boy was wildly horny after listening to two diapered girls fuck on top of him for so long.