DPF Diaper Party - Part 2

     As I sucked on the baby bottle filled with apple juice I looked around the room at the crowd of people who had gathered for the diaper party.  Daddy had finally succeeded in accompanying him to the party as his sissy baby girl or as he liked to call me:  his "padded princess."

    What seemed most odd to me at the party were quite a few men who were there simply in diapers, not in any other kind of baby outfits or acting as if they were little boys.  Daddy explained this to me ahead of time.  "Not everyone there falls into either a Daddy-Mommy or baby role.  Some just enjoy being in diapers."  This group seemed to make up the largest single type of people at the party.   I think the next largest groups were the babies and Daddies which seemed equally split.  There was one Mommy there with her husband who was a baby, but not in the playpen with me, and another woman there who wore diapers and was with her husband.  She wasn't in a baby role but fell into the category Daddy referred to as "Diaper Lovers."

    Before the party Daddy had given me some rules to try and follow that would help me get into the baby role as much as possible.  The more I acted like a baby, dependent on him, the more aroused he got.  I promised to do my best.  He also gave me a "safe word" - Chicago - if there was something going on that I just didn't like, wanted to stop or wanted to get out of the role and leave.  

    There were three rules and they were pretty simple:

1.  I could not talk using adult words and sentences.  There were only a handful of baby words allowed - Dada, bubba, dolly, yumyum and nana.  The words and their meaning will become clearer as this story evolves.
2.  I would not be allowed to go to the potty to pee but only to poop.  Daddy loved changing my wet diapers but pooping in them would not be allowed.  I was expected to wet my diaper at the party so that Daddy could change me.  After I had wet myself I was to start "fussing" with some crying type sounds until I got his attention.  I would do the same if I had to poop and after he asked me if I had wet myself I would nod "no" which would mean he had to take me to the bathroom.
3. I could not walk around by myself.  If I moved around the house alone I had to crawl. I could only walk if someone was holding my hand. 

    As I sat in the playpen and drank my apple juice in the bottle another baby boy was added to the playpen meaning there were four of us in there.  The three boys didn't seem to have the same rules as me which made it awkward in a way.  The two who had been in there with me knew that I couldn't talk like an adult so they didn't try to engage in a two way conversation with me, but would ask me things that I could answer with nods of yes or no.  They explained this to the new baby boy in the playpen.  All were older than me and ranged in age from probably 30 to 40 or so.  

    

    Soon I had the urge to pee as I sat there.  I tried to hold it but couldn't.  It was difficult for me to pee in that position so I moved to laying on my back with my knees bent and sucking on the bottle and began to wet myself.  The warm wet feeling put me in another world.  I closed my eyes and thought of Daddy coming over to me and what would happen next.  I continued to soak my diaper.

 

 

 

    I started to fuss a bit, then a bit more.  I spotted Daddy across the room enjoying a beer with some friends.  He caught my eye and smiled.  He said something to the men he was with and they seemed to laugh before he made his way to me.  

    He took the bottle of my mouth and gave me my "bubba" and I stopped fussing.  

    "Did baby wet herself?" he asked.  I nodded in the affirmative.  He opened the gate to the big playpen, took my had and led me away.  I blushed deeply as everyone seemed to be watching. 

 

    It was time for my diaper change.  

    To be continued

    baby nicky