My New Girlfriend
a story by Shoeless Joe
I met Cynthia a few weeks ago. She seemed like a great girl from the moment we spoke. Beautiful, independent, and highly motivated, she had all the qualities I was looking for in a woman. At twenty-nine I’d reached the age when it was time to find that one special girl to settle down with and all signs were pointing to her.
After a few dates to the local bar and a trip to the park together Cynthia and I decided to make our next meeting a little more formal. We planned to dine at a swanky restaurant, downtown. Cynthia looked fabulous that night. A sleek black dress hugged her womanly curves and drove me wild with lust. Throughout our meal I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, until the eighty-dollar bill showed up that is. The price I paid to help a woman lose some of her inhibitions was unfortunately ten bucks a glass.
After dinner Cynthia invited me back to her place with a sparkle in her eye and a warm comforting smile. As we drove back to her place Cynthia decided it was time to let me in on a “little secret” she had been keeping from me. Perfect, a secret just good enough to save until were about to have sex for the first time.
“Let me guess,” I said to her, probably sounding a little angry, “you’ve got a husband? No you’ve got a kid, right?”
“A little of both unfortunately,” Cynthia told me as she began to weep, burying her face in her hands.
“Oh god, I’m sorry Cynth,” I said as I was overwhelmed by that weird feeling you get when someone starts crying and you want them to stop.
“It’s not your fault it just seems like this scene keeps playing over and over in my life. I meet a nice guy, things go pretty well and then I have to introduce them to the other man in my life.”
“I thought you said there was a husband and a son.”
“Not exactly, you see four years ago my husband got sick. We’d only been married a few weeks when it started.”
Cynthia continued with the story of her husband’s bout with the AR virus and I had a rough time keeping my eyes on the road as I tried to let her know how sympathetic I was with long penetrating looks. I’d heard about the virus on television and I’d seen one or two strange scenes in the mall where a baby would be arguing with its mother in plain English, but I never expected to be on my way to have sex with a woman whose husband would be in the next room crying while he listened to his mommy/wife moaning in pleasure with my dick inside of her.
“Look babe, I’m not your ordinary guy who needs to be mothered by his girlfriend, I’m a man and I’m not afraid of the responsibility of dating a woman with a baby,” I told her trying to let her know I was up for the challenge.
“Every time I try and bring a man home he gets furious and starts throwing tantrums until my date is headed for the door.” Cynthia said to me.
“Darling, I hope I’m not being to bold by saying this but I think your husband needs to learn some manners. He has no right to keep you from moving on with your life. You’re still young and beautiful. You don’t deserve to have your only chance at a normal life crushed by a jealous little baby. Sometimes we get dealt a rough hand in life, but that doesn’t give us the right to drag the people around us down too.”
Apparently I’d said the words Cynthia had been waiting to hear because her expression changed instantly and she guided my hand into her panties where my fingers went to work on her slippery slit.
“Ohhh my gaawhd…Oh shit…Ohhh damn that was my street you just drove past. Why don’t you drive around the block a couple mo…Ohhhh gaaawhd damn…nevermind.”
I love a girl with a filthy mouth and I’ve never met a girl who didn’t love my sticky fingers. So we made our way back to her house and paused on the doorstep before entering.
“I want you to be ready before we go inside, he can really be a handful.”
“How old does he seem to be?”
“The doctors said a little under eighteen-months.”
“I don’t think we’ll have any trouble with him at all. Were just going to make sure he understands what his new role in the family is.”
Cynthia and I walked into her house hand in hand. Her husband was sitting on the sofa reading a book. He wore the adult styled clothes worn by many victims of the virus, a button-up plaid shirt and khaki pants were his last vestige of manhood. He was clearly startled by our entrance together and upon seeing us tried to hide the pacifier he’d been sucking on.
“Hi sweetie I want you to meet Tony,” Cynthia said to her tiny husband who had begun turning red. “He’s a really wonderful man and I think we’ll be seeing a lot of him.”
I approached him and shook his miniscule baby hand. “Nice to meet you, that’s some grip you got there little buddy.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Cynthia? Who is this son-of-a-bitch?”
“He’s my boyfriend Tim, and you’re just going to have to accept it.”
Tim stood up on the sofa and began screaming in his ultra-high pitched voice. “I’m your husband you fucking whore, what do you think you’re doing bringing this asshole home with you? You’re nothing but filthy slut.”
“In case you haven’t noticed Timmy, you aren’t her husband anymore. Cynthia needs a man for her husband not a little baby boy who throws tantrums when he doesn’t get his way.”
“Are you going to let him talk to me like that Cynthia?”
“Tim, I have needs that you can’t possibly satisfy anymore and Tony and I are in love. I’m not going to let you scare him away like the rest of the men I’ve brought home. It’s time you accepted your fate. If you don’t want me to send you to a hospital then you’re going to have to quit pretending that you’re still my husband and realize you’ve become my baby now.”
“Fuck both of you, I’m still a man and I’m smarter than the two of you put together.”
At that point I’d heard enough of Tim’s foul language aimed at the woman who’d been taking care of him for the last few years and myself. It was time for Timmy to learn a lesson.
“I’m beginning to wonder just how smart you actually are Timmy, because it isn’t awfully smart cursing at a man who outweighs you by almost two-hundred pounds,” I said in a stern voice looking down on him. “Why I’ve got half a mind to put you over my knee for speaking to my lover like that.”
With that said I lifted Tim from the couch and held him, kicking and screaming, firmly under his armpits. “Stop crying right now and apologize to Cynthia or you’re getting that spanking this instant baby boy.”
“I’ll apologize if you put me back down,” he said looking back over his shoulder at me.
“No, you’ll apologize to your mommy and then I’ll put you down if I think you were sincere.”
“And I want you to call me mommy from now on you little shit. Got it?” Cynthia added.
“You’re both fucking crazy.”
“Here you go Cynthia, you get to discipline your own son,” I said handing the squirming tot to her.
“Thank you, I should have done this a long time ago.”
“What are you doing Cynthia. Stop it. This is ridiculous,” Timmy argued, with fear growing in his eyes.
“No these clothes you’re wearing are ridiculous baby. Let’s stop pretending you’re still a grown up and get these silly clothes off of you.”
Cynthia sat down on the sofa holding Timmy in her lap and began removing his clothes much to his protest. Soon he was naked except for a pair of Secure undergarments, a new brand of diapers specially designed for AR victims to look just like grown-up underwear.
“Please stop Cynthia this isn’t funny anymore, I’m really sorry, we can work this out.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to call me Cynthia anymore little mister smarty-pants.” Cynthia flipped him onto his belly, lying across her lap, and stuck two fingers in his diaper to see if he was wet.
“What are you doing?” Tim asked surprised to find Cynthia checking his diaper since she’d always let him change himself.
“I’d heard babies wet themselves when they get scared, I just wanted to see if it was true. Maybe this will scare you,” she said as her hand came down hard on his padded behind.
Timmy jumped from the shock and screamed, “Stop it, let me go you bitch.” Three quick hard swats followed.
“Tell your mommy that your sorry Timmy and I’m sure she’ll stop,” I said.
“I think his diaper is absorbing too much of the shock. I’d better take it off.”
“No, please Cynthia don’t. I swear I’m sorry.”
I guess by now I’ve probably got your attention. I want to take this time to say something that if you’re masturbating while reading this story I greatly apologize for. I’m a twenty-one-year-old man who likes to masturbate while wearing diapers and reading stories about other people also wearing diapers. Every so often the quality of new stories available on the internet is so poor that I am forced to actually write something for myself. As I write this story, I do it in the brief moments when my girlfriend, who is well aware of my unusual sexual identity, and my roommate are away from the house. It isn’t easy typing and jerking off at the same time so I encourage anyone with a firm grasp of the English language, or another language and some type of translation software, to try writing and save me the trouble. Again I apologize for interrupting the story.
The sting of his bare bottom spanking helped Timmy decide rather quickly that Cynthia’s request to have her name officially changed to mommy wasn’t such a bad idea. “Mommy, I’m sorry please stop. I promise to be a good baby from now on,” Tim whispered between sobs.
“That’s great to hear, little baby. Mommy’s sorry she had to scare her little one. And she’s even sorrier she didn’t change her dress first.”
Cynthia lifted Tim who’d been lying across his open diaper on her lap and handed him to me. His diaper had not worked to well once opened and couldn’t contain the stream of urine he expelled during his extremely emotional ordeal.
“I’m gonna get out of these wet clothes Tony. Go put the baby in a fresh diaper. The nursery’s down the hall. We’ve never really used it but the health inspector made me set it up. There should be a bag of pampers under the changing table. He can wear those now instead of those expensive Secures. Oh yeah then put him in the crib and I’ll be waiting for you handsome.”
“All right sweetheart,” I said holding Timmy who was desperately trying to cover up his pathetic baby dick. “Look Cynth, the baby’s trying to cover up his little wee wee, how cute,” I said, making Tim wail like an infant as I carried him to the nursery.
Then I set him down on the changing table and pinned him down with one hand. I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “You’d had better be a perfect little baby from now on or you’re going to get a spanking from me next time you little fucking brat.”
“Fuck you!”
That made me sort of mad. So I punched the changing table inches away from his head. A stream of urine shot out of his tiny penis.
“Do you want me to put a diaper on you so you don’t make any more puddles?”
Tim’s eyes showed his defeat and his words made it clear he was beginning to accept his new role.
“Dada, me wan dipah pweese,” he said, before starting to suck his thumb. With my victory quite apparent, I quickly diapered him, set him down in the crib and went to Cynthia’s room. We hardly heard him crying as we fucked late, and loudly, into the night.