My ABDL One Night Stand

This one is a bit darker (kinky if that’s your thing, I don’t judge) but certainly one of the realities you go through as an adult baby if you aren’t careful. My apologies for the length, but I promise it’s worth it.

This is a story that I’ve kept to myself but have told a couple of close friends. I figure with the explosion of ABDLs on social media over the past ten years of so, this is probably the best time for me to finally open up about it.

At the very least, it’s worth the read if you’re bored.

During a time period back in 2001, I felt like a soul that fell through the cracks. My life up until that point wasn’t all that great, even for a high school and computer trade school graduate. The shy boy in school became a risk taker through desperation and depression. Granted I’d already had THREE daddies before this event, I was back on DPF’s personals page, looking for “The One” again.

It took some time, but eventually another black guy (much to my shocking), had contacted me about wanting to be my daddy and although he was moving pretty freaking quick, and well, when you’re thinking with the wrong head, you commit stupid actions. No less than a couple of days talking to the guy, I’d agreed to not only him driving to my house and picking me up (I lived with my aunt at the time and she didn’t have a clue about my baby side yet, mind you), but also to drive us to the motel nearby.

He actually showed up which made my heart skip a beat, a few hours later. My aunt was home and I wanted to slip out without her coming to the door and seeing me get into a stranger’s car. Got out the house undetected and jumped into the car with butterflies in my stomach. We got to the motel and as we were checking in, just like a baby that’s just “there” with his parent, I didn’t pay any attention to what was paid and what was agreed to for room time.

We left there and went to go to the nearest store off the highway, which pissed him off a little and scared me as well, because I almost made him miss which exit to get off, as I wasn’t driving yet and all I had was the memory of how I’d travel around with my aunt. We make it there and we pick up jars of baby food, a baby plate and spoon to eat it from and a Fleet Enema. We pay for the stuff, get back to the motel and unload everything so we could get straight to playing.

We’ll just call him “daddy”, because it’s been so long that I don’t even remember his name anymore, but he had me sat down in a chair and put one of my long crumb catcher bibs on with cookie monster (still kick myself for throwing that one away years ago), around my neck. He grabbed the jars of baby food and began to feed me, purposely missing my mouth sometimes, so that he could call me a messy baby and using the spoon to scope up the missed food and put it into my mouth.

Once that was done, out came the diaper and the fleet enema. I’d never done an enema before and as daddy pushed it into my rectum, I jumped a little bit, having not gotten used to anything going up my backside.

Once that was done, he took the diaper and put it on me pretty good, because you know, all of us diaper wearers have our own distinct way of how we want our diapers changed (hahaha). So after the diaper and ONLY the diaper was on, daddy pulled me up to his chest and held me like the little six month old I was, arms locked around my back and was strong enough to keep me from getting up. For that short time period, I was in complete heaven and started sucking on my dumb while listening to his heartbeat.

I completely forgot about the enema and it quickly reminded me that I was about to make my first dirty diaper for someone. I hadn’t thought about *actually* shitting myself while laying down on someone and I tried to jump up and head to the bathroom, out of fear of future embarrassing myself, fantasy meets reality. When daddy felt me trying to get up, he held my butt down and no matter how much I tried to reason with him, he was going to make me be every bit the baby I claim I was.

Sure enough, it got too much and I had no choice but to push it all out, while my daddy teased me about what I had done and I was like a dear caught in the headlights, in a complete state of shock, trying to hide away from what I had done. Daddy finally let me up and forced me down to the bed. He began to rub the front of my diaper and despite my feelings at that present moment, my penis had other ideas and daddy seemed to take clue from there. He then pushed the warm mess into me, making sure I knew what it felt like to be in a messy diaper, while stimulating me, almost like being brainwashed and as conflicted as I felt about it all, at the same time I didn’t want it to end.

Afterwards, he opened the diaper and the smell really hit the room, which made me blush even harder but it never bothered him once. He used the wipes to clean me up completely and even inserted a wipe into my bottom to make sure I was clean inside too. Once everything was clean and I thought I was going back into another diaper for some more play, next thing I found myself turned over and pulled by my legs, basically manhandled down to the end of the bed, so that my behind was in the perfect position for his hard erection. Up until this point, I’d had people play with me and milk me, but I’d never had intercourse, neither top or bottom.

I found my behind being very well lubed up and after a finger, then two for a couple of minutes, I felt something a lot bigger pushing up against that same hole. No matter how much I fought and tried to move, daddy’s member found it’s way in and he buried it deep to make sure I got used to his fullness, as I kicked and strained to take ever inch of his huge member taking up every available spot up my rectum and beyond. Slowly he started pumping in and out, which was extremely weird and hurt a bit, because it was like having a bowel moment that just wouldn’t pass and kept getting retracted back in.

After what seemed like an eternity and an ass on the verge of being extremely sore, he pulls out and sprays his hot semen all over my back. At that point I felt more like a pimp’s hoe than a baby boy spending special time with his daddy. I laid there and having just done the deed without a condom made me feel even worse. I didn’t even get a chance to figure out in my head what I’d just done, before hearing “OK, my turn!” and I looked up to figure out what he was on about. He said it was his turn to play “baby” and he flopped down on the bed in expectation.

I’m sitting there with my face screwed up like “what the hell is going on!?” because we never talked about him wanting to play baby at all, so it was all out of left field. I tried with him everything that he’d done to me, including giving him what was left of the enema bottle to having my first intercourse with him, which wasn’t even fun because he was pretty much emotionless about the whole thing and it started to stress me out. So we ended up watching TV together and he’d fallen to sleep.

The telephone rings and after the third one I pick it up. It’s the lady at the desk telling us that our time is up and we needed to get going. I woke up daddy who wasn’t in the greatest of moods to hear me tell him what we were just warned. So he turns over and goes back to sleep and I’m in a panic at this point. The majority of what was laid out around the room, was my own personal adult baby stuff, including the well used diaper that sat in the trash can. So I jump up and start to get all of my shit together and ready to get out, which is a good thing I move pretty damn fast, because next thing you know, if all of this wasn’t stressful enough, they’d sent over someone to bang on the door.

All of my stuff together, daddy puts on his clothes, I’m already dressed and we open the door to get chewed out, ignored the woman and jumped into the car. Daddy was wordless during the very short trip of taking me home, he dropped me off, never said bye or anything, then drove off. Over the next few days, I tried to get in touch with him, calling his phone and leaving messages and after a week, it had finally set in that I was used, which hurt a lot because I’d actually enjoyed how he had treated me. I swallowed what little bit of pride I had after feeling like a fool and I left him a sincere message on his phone that said:

“I don’t care if you were using me and I was dumb enough to fall for it,

I’m an idiot and I deserve it for sure,

but please, even if your intention was never to see me again,

at least do me the peace of mine of knowing that you made

it back home and you never have to say another word to me.”

With that, I never heard from him again and if that wasn’t bad enough, right before he came all over my back, he asked me if I had AIDS and I told him no. Long after that when I met who is now my ex husband, would that situation ever resurface again, in the manor that we agreed to get tested before we touch each other.

The next two weeks waiting for that test to come back, was the most nerve racking stress I’d ever been through, but at the end of it, I was able to close that bad chapter of my life, with five words:

“Your test came back negative.”

Thank you for reading and babies, remember, please be careful out there!

Lamby Dragon