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Subject: Lynduke: ADULT BABIES
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    ADULT BABIES

I room with Marcy  at college we are 19  . 
It didnt take the two of us long to become good friends. We met as freshmen at
UCLA, in the dorm. (After one year living in the dorm, we decided that inorder
to retain our sanity, we should get an apartment.)

Just one day last semester I came upon her computer. It was running. And
her open files were there. I know I shouldnt have looked. But couldnt help
myself. She has long lists of penpals. With all kinds of kinky sex habits
and interests. . After finding a box of Pampers, baby wipes, a rectal
thermometer and Vaseline stashed under her bed, I began looking for MORE
clues.  

One night when she was out, I turned on her computer, she didnt know I had
some of her codes. And  browsed around. She had all kinds
of kinky letters and stories about adults who like to dress up and act
like babies. I barely had time to turn off the machine when she walked
through the front door . I heard the big door slam.

"Ellen", she yelled. "Im home. You here?"

"Yes Marcy, Im upstairs, there's a message for you from 
Chucky. I think he wants to go out with you again, I was sitting here whenhe
left his message. He wants you to pamper him. Or something."


She walked past me and smacked my behind, "He likes me to put Pampers on him,
not pamper him." She grinned.

"Are you serious?, I asked.

"Yes.  "

"Why would he tell you all this stuff? Wasnt he embarrassed?" I wanted to know.

"A little bit, I seduced him in the back
of his van one night and noticed something hard in his Levi's. He was wearing a
diaper. He said it makes him feel relaxed. Once in awhile he likes me to diaper
him."

******************************
The next week, I came home late from the mall job and
giggles from the upstairs study. I peeked through the crack in the door.
There were candles. The room was dimly lit. They were rolling on the
floor. Marcy was preparing to pin  a diaper on Chucky.

"Wait Baby, let Mommie take off your  wet  diaper." She cooed.

Chucky looked like he was in nirvana. A glazed  stare graced his face. He
looked satisfied.. I saw a jar of Vaseline. I saw her dip a rectal thermometer
in the vaseline and slowly push it into Chuckys "baby bottom". He pretended to
cry and fuss and put up a fight.   Which only made her more determined to
subdue him.


She got some perfumed baby wipes and washed his bottom,
and his butt crack . She dried hiim with a towel
and powdered his bottom. He sighed. Rolling him
onto his back , she powdered his front, and taped
the disposable   diaper on him.
It fit snuggly. She put him on her ample lap and held him tight.Then she breast
fed him. Baby chucky cooed.

"Mommy love Baby, Baby love Mommy?" She cooed to him.

"Chucky wuvs Mommy", he said in a breathy voice. He sounded post orgasmic.

I felt a little silly watching  all this go down.  I guess you could consider
this safe sex.      I backed away and went into my room to check my e-mail .

Sometime later, I heard the door close and assumed Chucky was leaving, by the
noisy sound of his plastic diaper cover, Levis, and all.Then I heard the roar
of his van .
I saw Marcy go past my door. She was wearing a tight fitting diaper and
sucking on a baby bottle .

+++++++++++++++++++++++

"Ellen, havent you been to class today?, Are you sick? Whats wrong with you?"

I poked my head up, "Ive got a bad cold, and I keep running to pee all day.
Hope I dont have a bladder infection too."

She turned down the light to make my eyes feel better, and put the TV on the
soap opera we both watched together every afternoon. It was our way of staying
in touch.  She felt my forehead and announced she would make me a bowl of soup


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