“Hey, there he is: your date for tonight! Ooh, aren’t you so excited to be going out with a boy your age, little Erika?”
Crikey, Erika’s mom looked almost as young as Erika did. Well, that is, except for the key difference that her blushing daughter was decked out in a onesie, an infantile hair bow, and what appeared to be nothing other than a diaper. The sight left me shocked, slightly amused, and actually a bit turned on, to be honest. Erika had confessed to me that she liked a kink she called “ageplay”, and said it was probably because her mom still tended to treat her like a little kid… I’d said sure, who didn’t like a bit of younger/older roleplay? But this? I’d never expected to see the hot, self-assured young woman I’d met in sociology class to turn out to be such a… well, such a baby.
But Erika’s mom plowed right on, eyeing me all the while in amusement. “Now, she should be all fresh and clean and dry, ready for a big night out with you, young man,” she smiled. “Once we get her party dress on she’ll be all ready to go! But please be careful with her, and make sure she doesn’t get in trouble, okay?” Geez, it sounded like I was going to be taking care of a toddler. And well…judging by that diaper, maybe I was…?
Perhaps she sensed my uncertainty about her daughter’s decidedly unorthodox underwear. Or perhaps she just wanted to shoot down any romantic aspirations I’d had in mind… “Erika’s father and I have a very strict policy for her, young man,” she stated firmly, her fingers maternally stroking the thick padding around her daughter’s crotch. “We don’t want her fooling around with premarital sex just yet, so that’s one of the very good reasons she’s going with you in her diapers. Not very easy to start a petting session when she’s all locked away in a babyish diaper, now, is it?”
I nervously nodded, resignedly waiting out this interminable awkward conversation - just as the flustered Erika seemed to be doing. “And,” her mom continued wryly, “Just in case either of you gets the idea that you can take that safeguard off and start getting physically intimate, we’ve taken additional precautions. I’m certainly not going to tell you how the remote signaling works, but if either of you even starts to remove her diaper, her father and I will know.”
She grinned and patted her daughter’s stomach. “And as for curfew, you’re going to want to get her back home by ten. No really,” she smirked, “I mean it. You see, I’ve made sure to load her up with a double-dose of timed laxatives that are going to have her cramping and filling that pretty little diaper of hers by ten sharp. That’s not exactly how you want your nice romantic date to end, is it? With a smelly little girlfriend waddling home in her messy diaper?” I shook my head mutely, aghast at the measures this lady was taking. Was she actually serious?
She smiled approvingly at my confused acquiescence. “Good, good. And remember - this is your chance to show us how well you can follow our simple rules with Erika. But if you break any of them…” she trailed off meaningfully. “Well, let’s just say that when your next date comes around, Erika won’t be the only one who’ll be put back in diapers. How’d you like that, hmm? How’d you like me to dress you up to match your sweet little girlfriend?”
I gulped, her sardonic laughter ringing in my ears. God, what had I gotten myself into?
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