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That day, she woke up early. She had a strange feeling… a kind of excitement. She knew that this was one of the most important days in her life. For the first time in her life, she was going to take the plane. She knew it would be a very long trip… she wouldn’t see her bed for the coming 24 hours. Once she was in the plane, she wouldn’t have a decent toilet for at least 14 hours. But that all didn’t matter. She was finally going to meet the boy she had been mailing to for over 2 years now.
She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her short, red hair was falling on her shoulders. Her skin was light brown. She has been sunbathing a lot lately. On her perfect skin, her diaper looked more wonderful than anything else.
Slowly she tore the tape-strips away and her diaper fell on the ground.
Few minutes later, she got out of the showers. She suddenly had an idea. She took a fresh diaper out of her closet, opened it, enjoying the noise it made, and started drying herself.
When she finished, she took another one out. She pressed the diaper between her back and the wall and put the diaper on. Her eyes were closed. She was dreaming of the next time she would have a fresh diaper on. For the first time in a very long time, she would be diapered. She was dreaming of his hands, of his tender gestures towards her body. After that she would put his pants down, lay him down on the bed and put him a fresh diaper on. She was dreaming of his strong arms, holding the two diapered bodies firmly together, in a deep embrace of love and enjoyment. They would be together on the bed, with nothing else on than a clean, fresh diaper and …
The doorbell rang and she woke up from her wonderful dream. She knew it was Natasha. She promised her to drive her to the airport.
When she opened the door, she could immediately tell that something was wrong.
“Girl???? What are you doing in that diaper and why aren’t you ready???”
She looked down and realised that she hadn’t put on anything else than her diaper. She asked Natasha to enter and started explaining that she had been wearing diapers since childhood. At the age of 10 she still was a bed wetter. By her twelfth birthday, she was dry at night… but she had developed a strange love for her diapers. After a couple of weeks of sleeping without them, she peed in her bed… She knew her parents would be angry, but… with a little bit of luck, she would be put back into diapers. Her plan worked and she had never slept without a diaper for the last ten years. She was blushing. Natasha was smiling at her. She slapped her little diapered butt and said “Get dressed… you don’t want to miss your flight!”.
Ten minutes later, they were in the car, driving to the airport. Natasha asked where she was going.
She told her that she met a man online, two years ago. A simple mail had started something she wouldn’t believe to be possible. He was a diaper lover to and he invited her to come and stay a few weeks in Willebroek.
“In Wille- what????”.
“Willebroek is the town where he’s living. He’s from Belgium… that’s why I take the flight to Brussels. He told me he was going to wait there for me. ”
She saw the doubts on Natasha’s face. She felt the same fear… what if everything was a joke, what if he wasn’t there? What would she do then? Go back, broken-hearted? A little voice in her head told her not to be afraid. He would be there, he would take her home in his car and there, they would be cherishing each others presence. She was dreaming of his arms, his presence, his …
“Wake up, girl. We are at the airport…”
Natasha helped her with her baggage and kissed her goodbye once the check-in started.
“Have fun, and give him a kiss of me. I hope you’ll find happiness there… I know you deserve it.”
And so she left. The runway started passing by faster and faster, a little shake and they were airborne. In less than 15 hours she would know. She would know if he had been honest, she would know what he really looked like, what he smelled like, how tender his arms are,…
It took a long time before she could find some sleep. Even though her last night had lasted less than two hours, she watched the movie, read a book and wrote in her journal. Suddenly, she felt the need to pee. She went to the toilets, but… as she expected, they were filthy. She went back to her seat and tried not to think about it. After a while, the urge to go was to strong and she just let it go in her diaper. The feeling of a hot diaper between her legs turned her on and relaxed her. She closed her eyes and thought about him. She fell asleep shortly after having wet her diaper.
When she woke up, the pilot was announcing that they were about to land at Brussels National Airport. Suddenly, she became very nervous. She was about to discover if her dreams were going to come true, she was finally going to meet him and… HER DIAPER WAS WET. She knew she wouldn’t have time to change… She was going to meet him with a wet diaper.
An hour later, she was at the arrival gate, shaking as a dead leaf. She passed the double glass door and… didn’t see him. She looked left, right, left, before her, … she was getting nervous. Suddenly, she heard a deep and calm male voice. “Hello, I am Olly. Are you…” He hadn’t time to finish his question. She smiled and answered ”Yes, I am… are we going?”
As a gentleman, he took her luggage and escorted her to his car. A short drive was enough to arrive to his house. Once in, he took him in his arms and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. She blushed and whispered in his ear that she had a wet diaper, needed a shower and a sleep.
He showed her to the bathroom and gave her all the time she needed. When she came out, she was wearing her pyjamas. He had undressed and was wearing a boxer short. “If you allow me, I’d like to take that little sleep with you… and make you discover the luxury of the new harmony. It’s a thick diaper that you put on like a normal one, but you close it with just one big and large Velcro-strip per side. It’s one of the most comfortable diapers I know and I would like to make you enjoy them. If it’s OK with you, let’s go up to the bedroom”.
She took place on the bed and closed her eyes. She was excited and ashamed. She would show herself naked to a man she had met only a few hours before. She felt his tender fingers on her body. She knew he was taking her pyjamas of and… she liked it. Then… noting. She heard a noise she didn’t recognize. And then she heard on that she did recognize : the sound of a diaper that is opened. His fingers were touching her again, gently and softly. She felt her legs being lifted and put back down on a diaper. She opened her eyes and saw him pull up her diaper between her legs. He closed it firmly but gently. The diaper was perfectly put on.
She offered him to put his diaper on. He accepted and only a few seconds later, he was on his back, waiting to be diapered. He showed her where the diapers were. When opening the big wooden box, she suddenly recognized the first noise. In the box, there were at least 15 different brands of diapers. To be completely uniform, she took a harmony out of the box. She placed herself near him, and with a whole world of tenderness, she put his diaper on. She noticed he was sexually excited. When he was diapered, she laid herself on top of him. They started caressing, kissing and cuddling. After a while, she felt that a strong orgasm was preparing. She told him she wanted to come on the same moment as he. A couple of caresses later, they were coming in each others arms. His arms were even better than what she dreamed of. Both fell asleep close to each other.
Days went by, weeks went by. It was time to go back home. It was time to leave this man she was so hardly in love with. The last night, she was in his arms, diapered as usual, when she told him she was reluctant to go home. He started crying softly. He never thought that letting a girl go could be that difficult. She was the girl of his dreams and he wanted her to stay… but he was convinced she would refuse.
It was a long night. Neither one of them could sleep. In the morning, they left for the airport.
Everything was going to fast… the small drive, check-in, boarding and suddenly… she was alone in her plane… crying all the tears her body could make.
Suddenly, a (not very) calm voice whispered in her ear: “I don’t want you to leave. Please stay. I know it’s a hard choice you have to make, but please… don’t go. I think I fell in Love with you and I can’t imagine how my life is supposed to continue if you leave. Don’t go.”
She opened her eyes and… it wasn’t a dream. Olly stood there, asking her to stay.
Her decision was quickly made.
A few years later, they were 4… Olly, herself and two kids… all in diapers and all very happy with the opportunities life had given them.
