Odd Engagement Part IV Diaper Date with Two Women -- (Author) binkieblondeboy

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Jul 8, 2019 at 3:53 AM
Content: (A little long but bare with it till the end)

Guy woke up late the next morning feeling as though he had a hangover. The previous night of ABDL content binge and baby play left him physically drained and his head spinning. The diaper he wore still swaddled him comfortably, so much so that he'd forgotten he was wearing it. Yet at the moment, he did like wearing it. He felt ridiculous and a bit ashamed to have been playing around this whole time, crawling on the floor, drinking from a bottle and wetting himself. If any one, even a stranger were to find out about last night he felt he'd die of embarrassment.

Guy quickly changed out of the diaper, planning to toss it under the bed with the rest of the pack. Upon seeing how much of a mess lied beneath his bed he decide to spend that day more productively by cleaning his side of the room, starting with cluttered disaster that was his closet.

Groggily, he went through his morning routine: washing up in the bathroom, eating a snack bar and checking his computer. He sat back in the living room half dressed with an expired protein shake in hand. The emails were junk and nothing extraordinary was to found in the news. When he got on Twitter though he was greeted with a pleasant surprise. In his DM he found a brand new message, the first in a long time, from whom other than Taylor.

His chest fluttered before he could even have a chance to read it. How much encouragement and delight such a stranger has ever brought him. Then again she was no ordinary stranger. He read the message.

Taylor “Hey nice talking to you again. Hope ur still enjoying the supply I gave you. I was wondering if u were free to hang out again later today.”

Guy's headache vanished as he felt as though he'd been jolted through the ceiling. Taylor wanted to see him again. Of course, as soon as possible.

But it was already noon, what if he was too late?

He quickly typed away at his laptop.

Guy “Sure. Today or tomorrow. Any time.”

He sent the message fearing he may have already missed his opportunity.

He kept a watchful eye on Twitter for the next hour as he cleaned out his closet and tidied up his room. After some rearrangement, Guy chose to pack his diaper supply in the closet, tucked discretely in the far edge. He'd had his fun with it and didn't plan on revisiting the experience again. Even if he'd met Taylor again he'd likely find some other topic to talk to her about. It was strange, by then he'd only known her as the cute diaper woman. He wondered what other interests she may possibly have, what goals and ambitions she may strive for outside of a life of selling adult baby supplies.

Just then he remembered to check up on Twitter. He opened up his laptop and there it was. A reply.

Taylor “Hi. Would tonight at 8 suite you. I was thinking a small coffee shop that's open late this time of year.”

Guy was giddy as though he were in middle school again.

Guy “Yes. That works for me.”

Taylor “Cool! See you then.”

Guy closed his computer and nearly jumped off of the couch. He had a dinner date with a pretty young girl, with a kink. Just as he thought the week would be a dull one, he now had an engagement.

…

The evening came and Guy found himself sitting across from Taylor in a dimly lit coffee shop. She had on a short frilly blouse and black torn high waist jeans. Her hair was in pig tails and her dark make up brought out her eyes and lips. Guy just wore the usual shirt and loose fit jeans. She had a large black latte and a muffin while he had a plain bagel.

Guy “So. What do you do outside of selling baby products?”

Taylor “Well I worked in sales when I was in college. I'm looking to get my masters in psychology. But I got to save up for that. I just moved to California not long ago and was looking for a job to get me by for now. So I found this gig working for this adult diaper company and I thought, I had the sales experience and the kink for it so I went for it. So, here I am.”

Guy squirmed a little when she said adult diaper out loud in public, fearing the judgmental eyes of everyone around them.

Guy “That's nice. I studied photography and ended up an accountant. Try explaining that to me.”

There was a moment of silence as Taylor continued to eat.

Guy “So you come here often.”

Taylor “When I have the time.”

Guy “And how often is that?”

Taylor “A fair amount of time.”

Guy “That's nice.”

The conversation stalled.

Taylor “You been on the West coast for long.”

Guy “My whole life. Haven't escaped once. But no, it's been nice. I was born and raised here. Learned to play basket ball here. Surf at the beach. And if I stay here long enough maybe I'll actually get good at those things.”

Taylor laughed.

Taylor “Yeah. I was born in Oklahoma. It's pretty baron outside of the city. When I went up to my uncles farm I learned horse back riding. It's truly exhilarating.”

Guy “So you're a country girl.”

Taylor “Please! Don't call me that. I'm not really into country music or anything.”

Guy “What do you like?”

Taylor “Metal. Punk rock. You look like a rock kind of guy.”

Guy “I guess I look like a lot of guys.”

Taylor “So you said you're a photographer. Correct?”

Guy “Mostly just freelance by this point.”

Taylor “Oh I understand. So, I was just wondering since you brought it up, would you be interested in a photo session tomorrow. Me and a colleague of mine are doing some promotional material at her house. I mean, we have a photographer whose supposed to be showing up but they seem a little flaky.”

Guy “Shoot for what?”

Taylor “Diaper supply.”

Guy “You and another girl? Would I need to baby sit the two of you.”

Taylor “Only if you want to.”

Guy “You think I can handle it.”

Taylor “I know you can handle us.”

Taylor smirked at him.

Guy “Then it's a date then.”

Taylor “Alright. I'll let her know you're coming. Her name's Tameka. She's really cool.”

Guy “Cool? I'd imagined she'd be hot.”

Taylor smirked at him again from the cheap on he got in.

Taylor “That too.”

The two continued their conversation for another hour, talking school experiences, family stories, and general thoughts on life, making for a non-romantic yet friendly evening. An evening that would have Guy sleep comfortably through the night having felt as though he'd made a genuine acquaintance he could hope to keep for some time. That and the thought of spending yet another day engaged in baby play with her and another woman. Although he kind of wished to be done with the baby play for now, the opportunity to spend an evening with who seemed to be two fun characters in erotic fashion was something he could not pass up at the moment.

…

The next day Guy got out of bed early, the excitement of his planned engagement enough to energize him for the evening. He drove down to the address that Taylor had given him him, a modern house near the shore with a spacious patio and large open windows that flooded the well fashioned living room with natural light.

Guy had approached from the back where he'd spotted Taylor inside through the open patio door. He knocked on the glass and casually peered in to see Taylor sitting in a snap crotch onesie, shin high socks with polka dots, and a pink bib, her long black hair up in pig tails. Next to her was another woman, early twenties, with light black skin, dark tattoos on her arms and legs, and short hair curled to the front almost like a pompadour. She was texting on her phone while wearing a pink rock tee shirt, a pacifier on a ribbon necklace, long white socks, and a large bulky diaper that crunched around as she shifted about on the long couch.

Taylor “There he is! Got your camera?”

Guy “Yes.”

Taylor “Sweet. Tameka this is Guy. Guy, Tameka.”

Guy “Hi.”

Guy stepped in and offered his hand for Tameka to shake it. She didn't even look up.

Taylor “So, we're all set. We got the curtains wide open. Just let us figure out what positions we want to do and you can chime in and let us know what you think. We've got food and stuff in the kitchen if you're hungry.”

Guy “Okay.”

Guy got out his camera and began metering the lighting and adjusting the color settings while Tameka and Taylor continued to talk as they arranged scenery. Inside they had a large play pin set up along with a variety of blankets, stuffed animals, toys, bottles and other accessories.

Tameka “God, I fucking hate Jamie. This bitch is getting on my nerves.”

Taylor “I know. I know. She's been a pain since the beginning.”

Tameka “Seriously. Both her and Zack can eat a dick. Not to sound disgusting.”

Taylor “No I agree. They haven't done a single thing to help with budgeting, planning, anything.”

Tameka “She's not even at half the meeting we go to and she still thinks she can ask us to pick up the slack. Like bitch go to hell. Seriously. I'm gonna just straight smack her in the face.”

Taylor “I'd like to see that.”

Guy was almost afraid to speak, both Taylor and especially Tameka sounding so peeved. It was also quite surreal to see a young woman seem so fired up and intimidating while wearing a diaper.

Guy “You guys talking about work?”

Tameka “No. It's a church committee we belong to.”

Guy “Oh. Well I'm ready when you are.”

Taylor “We're ready. We'll start over here.”

Tameka “Yeah we gotta hurry so that I can start making dinner.”

Taylor piled a bunch of over sized stuffed animals on the floor in front of the couch and sat down. Tameka, after a few texts, tossed her phone aside and got on the floor next to Taylor, putting her pacifier in her mouth and grabbing hold of a large stuffed bear.

Guy “You ready.”

Taylor “Ready!”

Tameka “Yeah.”

Taylor took a baby bottle full of milk and began suckling on it while Tameka snuggled with the bear. Guy got a soft focus on them with a nice blur in the background, and began snapping away. Taylor and Tameka took up a different pose with each few clicks of the camera.

They crawled around, played with toys, had a pillow fight and cuddled with each other. Guy never considered himself a master of photography, yet the images were quite gorgeous if he did say so himself. Within nearly a half hour, Guy had filled up much of his memory card with pictures of Taylor and Tameka playing in the play pin, reading children's books, feeding each other from the bottle and giving each other friendly spankings. Guy's palms began to sweat throughout the shoot, the excitement of it all being a bit too much for him at first.

Eventually they began to pose like professional models, on their knees, on all fours and standing up, flashing all their baby paraphernalia. Guy's hands shook a little as he got in close for tight shots of pacifiers, bibs, blankets, a variety of onesies, shirts and mini-skirts, bottles, toys, and plenty of diapered butts and crouches. Guy really began to shake.

Guy “Sorry. I just need to get the shot straight.”

Taylor “It's alright. Hey Tameka! Do we have any other products to showcase?”

Tameka “Yeah. Mostly boy's stuff though.”

Taylor “Oh. Well then we're nearly done then.”

Tameka “I think they want us to get at least some shots of them.”

Taylor “Oh well, we never had someone else to model them. The company isn't willing to chip in after all so what are we to do?”

Tameka “Right. What about...?”

In the corner of his eye, Guy could see Tameka motioning to him. Taylor suddenly gave a nod and a large grin came across her face.

Taylor “Soooo Guy.”

Guy “Are you serious?”

Guy was both dreading and praying for this moment. He still felt a little embarrassed over the night he spent with Taylor and even more so with the night he'd spent playing by himself. But then again if he hadn't been so interested in the practice he wouldn't have agreed to the photo shoot that evening.

Taylor “Yeah, we need just one guy. Tameka could change you if you want.”

Tameka “I am the best fucking mother you could ever have. Just saying.”

Guy “...I'll do it. For the shoot. But my face has to be left out of it.”

Taylor “That will work for us.”

Guy “I'll just change myself.”

Guy handed the camera over to Taylor and dressed himself in the bathroom. He came out in socks, a plain colored shirt, a bib they'd given him, and a large bulky diaper, more so than the one's he'd been used to. Tameka had changed out of her baby attire and was wearing regular socks and high waist jean shorts but kept the pick heavy metal rock shirt.

Taylor “So cute! Just get on the floor here.”

Guy sat on the blanketed floor and hid himself among the stuffed animals. He put a pacifier in his mouth to better obscure his face in the shot. He just sat there as Taylor began to snap away with his camera, getting him from up close at a low angle.

Taylor “Okay can you get into a crawling position for me. Thanks. Move your butt more toward me.”

Guy did exactly as he was directed. The constant moving around began to make him uncomfortably excited again and so he began to shift his mind to other things like sports and work. Taylor continued to move about and take pictures as Tameka sat off to the side with her phone in hand.

Taylor “Okay. Can we get some with the bottle? Yes. Oh, Tameka can you...?”

Tameka got up and got a bottle, walking it over to him.

Tameka “You want me to feed him?”

Taylor “I don't know. Do you?”

Taylor looked at Guy who was quiet.

Guy “...Uh, sure. If you want to of course.”

Tameka “Please, I don't mind. Come here.”

Tameka sat on the floor, Guy slowly positioned himself in front of her. She cradled him between her legs and against her small chest. She put her hand over his head and began to pet his hair while sticking the bottle carefully in his mouth.

Taylor “I won't get your full face in this one, I promise.”