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Head Over Heels By Mary Beth Sanford Players: Martin, Sandy and Helen. Synopsis: Martin has fallen head over heels for a woman as she walks past his table in the library. He decides she's worthy of his best efforts as a conquest. He succeeds but it wasn't from his efforts. Actually it was Sandy's efforts and before long Martin is "heels" over "head" in love, and no, that isn't a mistake. His heels were far above his head most times. Facts From Fiction Before I took the time to develop my fetish and fold in into my sex life I was pretty much doing one thing while thinking of another. It was a long term girlfriend that gave me the opportunity to explore all of those things together. Sex, she once said pinning me into a diaper, can last a lot longer if it's started in the mind first. Although she made it clear in a number of ways that it's often the body that dictates what the mind thinks. To those times I dedicate this story. Preface Sandy was nearly thirty before she decided to return to collage. A goal she gave up first to care for her sister. After that, and for a time, it was work because she liked her work and needed the money. That's also how she felt about collage when she began. Some of that because of the group she supported. Martin was in collage because that was what you did when you graduated. Collage is that higher level of education we strive for or so he'd been told. Most of the time Martin was striving for sex and his education often second to that. In hardly no time at all Martin's education became a lot more intense. Story Head over heels? That phrase! How odd that Martin thought of it now. Although he was as he watched her climb the steps! He knew it the instant she came in the door and it grew worse as she passed. Lot's of girls walked past so what was it about her when he looked up? He didn't know nor care. He was in love and most of that lust. ISG! The sign below the one reading: Group In Session. He'd have to find out what that meant but he already knew a lot before he left the library. Her name was Sandy. Sandy Davis the sign read According to the sign-up sheet for that room she had it from Seven to nine Tuesdays and Thursdays. He also knew she wasn't staff or faculty. That was also noted on those posting by the name. With no designations after her name she was most likely was a student. Given her looks and the way she carried herself, a Junior or Senior perhaps. Martin wondered, in that lustful haze, how she felt about dating Freshmen. He'd know soon enough and smiled. He'd have to have sex with her tonight. Sex right after he got back to his room and locked the door that is. Tuesday passed, then Thursday went by and he'd been waiting each day. He'd been there from six thirty till nine thirty. He watched her come in, then wait till she left. He do that with several passes past the door in between. Passes simply to peek. Just a glimpse. Hardly more than a glance but enough. Enough to fuel his fire he thought as he reached his room and locked the door once again. "Hi!" She said that following Tuesday as she caught up with Martin. Fantasy and reality don't often mix well and Martin's fantasy had reacted first when he recognized who it was. He panicked. His brain clouding his thoughts in those seconds. He had lost his ability to speak, and worse most of his higher level thought processes in those seconds. What was she doing standing here? "Look, I couldn't help but notice you these past days, and I'm guessing why, so why don't we find a quiet place and talk." Sandy said. Martin forced a smile but only one side of his mouth worked and oddly at that. He was nervous beyond measure but as curious. His curiosity ran in several directions at once and again he could only nod. He had no idea what she thought of her or why she wanted to talk. "I'm Sandy. Sandy Davis but I'm guessing you already know that?" Sandy said as she sat on the bench under an elm. A giant of a tree planted at a time when it would have been scandalous for a woman to be this bold. Martin tried smiling again. "I'm Mar ... Martin! Martin Sanford." Martin answered sitting too far away to make them a couple but giving him a safety net of sorts. "Well Martin. Let me first say that you've already taken the first step. I mean it's obvious that you've heard about our group or you wouldn't be there as often as you've been. I also suspect you've been agonizing over this introduction since I began noticing you. So, if you'll forgive my boldness, I thought I'd take the initiative so we can get past all that." Sandy said smiling a soft sort of casual smile that matched her voice. Martin nodded but this time with a tiny bit more control. At least now he knew why she was there talking. Obviously he hadn't been nearly as discrete as he'd thought he'd been. It dashed his hopes of a career as a private eye or undercover cop. It raised them given she was sitting there. It was also obvious that she connected his interest with her group and not her. That was a good thing because it eliminated his dozen or so lame one liners he'd of used otherwise. So he pondered that, and clearly he was supposed to be nervous about that group. Why that was so he'd have to guess. He'd guess from the hints he hoped would come as they talked. He just prayed that those hints came faster than his guesses in those next few minutes. "Okay, so now that we've gotten past the introductions let me just say that there is no one, and I mean no one, that is more understanding than I am. I'm here to help and I really mean that. I want to help and that includes this talk, more if you need them, resources if you're new here and, as you already know, I chair that group you've shown an interest in. "Now why don't we get past that other difficult part? I'm going to be bold once again and suggest that I already know you're incontinent. I also know that your incontinence isn't a twenty four/seven sort of problem. So that also leads me to suspect that you simply wet your bed at night? Am I right? I mean since you're obviously not wearing diapers or disposables at the moment?" Martin thought of a dozen scenarios to cover a mixed group of males and females meeting twice a week. He thought all sorts of things: From drug abuse to a study group or even a Bible group. The last thing he would have guessed was a group for incontinence. ISG? So that's it Martin thought as the initials struck him. Incontinence! Incontinence Support Group? Had to be that. Okay, so she thought he was incontinent? Fine! He could deal with that if it meant sitting here on a warm Spring day with the current love of his nights. So he nodded. He nodded a yes and the blush was natural given the conversation. A slight embarrassment at such an admission even if it wasn't true, so that yes definitely warmed his cheeks a bit more than the Sun was doing. "See! Now that wasn't so bad was it?" Sandy said. Martin shook his head no. "Great! Now then, are you a new student?" Sandy asked. Martin shook his head yes. Less talk at the moment was better since she had no problem holding up her end, and he wasn't quite sure yet what it was he'd need to hold up his. "And what are you using now?" Sandy asked. What am I using now? Martin thought. Oh, for his incontinence, as his brain searched for an answer. Hell he didn't know. What do people use for incontinence? Those belts with pads? Disposables, those squares you lay on over a sheet? How the hell was he supposed to know? He was taking too long to answer. He was getting slightly panicked. Pick something he thought to himself. "Nothing? You don't use anything do you? Oh you poor dear! That's it isn't it? Good heavens that must be so difficult! How tragic this whole thing can be. You must be so embarrassed by all this. How terrible that you can't even walk into a store and buy what you need?" Sandy, moved closer, touching his knee although patting it after a second sitting there. Martin would have given a sigh of relief if it wouldn't have been so obvious. His delay was misunderstood. Perfect! His embarrassment at not disclosing whatever it was he was supposed to be wearing made Sandy nod with sympathetic understanding. His disclosure was, by default, him not disclosing. He wasn't using anything. Of course! How brilliant that was. That was why he was there. He needed those things or at least something. Why else would he be there for? She smiled and this time he did. This was working out wonderfully It was masterful. Yes, he'd seen the posting on the board and was hoping to talk with her about whatever it was he needed for his incontinence. That's how all of this got tied together. All he needed now was a logical reason for even knowing that group even existed. He hoped for that in the next few minutes. Meanwhile Sandy was having her own thoughts. At first she honestly believed he was just another student that wet his or her bed at night and didn't know what to do about it. That was her calling in a way. Helping those kids as she had her sister for so many years. She had gone through what her sister had gone through and became overly sensitive to that sort of problem. So many things at first. Where do you buy things meant for babies but you're no longer a baby. How do you buy such things without people knowing it's for you? How does one even date if they're wearing diapers night and day or for that matter what about that time when a person stays over? All of these things Sandy's sister had gone through made Sandy almost expert when she formed that group. Sandy was always a nurturer. She was more of a mother to her sister when their mother passed away. She was a mother to those half dozen kids she now brought together and would have been for this young man, but there was something. Something about him didn't fit the mold or profile? He didn't fit the profile of a bed wetter. Moreover he seemed to be finding the emotions one would connect with such things rather than speaking from the experience. Of course if that was true then there would have to be an ulterior motive at play here? Sandy thought of that and other things in those seconds between questions and answers. She suspected it was her as his motivation. She was flattered in some ways. Although she wasn't sure. She would need to know that to take those next few steps, and if that was true then she definitely wanted to take those other steps. Baby steps she thought and smiled. Sandy, while getting a great deal of pleasure in helping those needing her, also got a lot of pleasure from those she needed. One might spend a long number of sessions discovering why but it wasn't complicated. Understanding that need of Sandy's formed not too long ago over a single incident. In fact it fostered most of her notions. It was young man much younger than this one, and Sandy far younger than now. That young man spent an hour in a relentless teasing that left Sandy's sister nearly hysterical. It was cruel and after he'd discovered she wore diapers for her incontinence. That young man was unaware, at the time, that she had an older sister. A very protective older sister. Sandy had dressed quite young that night. Very young actually and very sexy. Those feeling that young man felt were not too unlike Martin's. Within minutes of striking up a conversation with this woman/child that he thought he was in control of, Sandy led him away from the party. He woke that following morning in a helpless sort of bliss aware of both his conquest and of hers. He could speak of that night as boys might, and so often do, but didn't dare given the way he woke. He was wearing one of those diapers that Sandy's sister wore and a pair of ruffled panties lined in plastic. Those Sandy's sister didn't wear but sissy boys do. Panties cute on a toddler but odd looking on a boy. Even more odd under a dress too frilly even for most girls. That young man left quietly and spent an entire day hidden in his room. Most of it trying to resolve those emotions Sandy had brought to his surface, By that weekend he was doing most anything she wanted. By Monday he was none the worse for the experience. Unfortunately that experience was shared by most of the students that same morning after seeing his pictures posted. It was pure revenge and very effective from Sandy's point of view but that wasn't the view she took in the days and weeks that followed. Having a boy in that position satisfied a number of needs that Sandy spent little time analyzing. Her position on their position was more or less that if it felt good to her then it was probably good for him - like it or not! So there she sat, with her suspicions, with the only thing separating her from becoming the nurturer or taking on the task of nurturing nothing more than a test question: "So I'm guessing you got the information on our little group from the school librarian?" Martin nodded almost relieved. That last bit of data that might uncover his deception had just been handed to him on a silver platter as he said: "Yes. It was very hard to ask about ISG but I did finally and she gave me a copy. It had your group's meeting place and time on it." Martin lied and Sandy smiled. Martin, in that instant, Sandy decided, would not become a member of that group. At least not right away. Members of that support group really were incontinent so Martin would first have to become really incontinent. Martin thought Sandy was smiling over his disclosure and in a way she was. "Well then my young friend Martin Sanford. Our first task is to see to it that you are at least comfortable at night. Then let's take the rest of it from there. Tell you what, let me make a call on your behalf, and at least, get that out of the way." Sandy said as she removed her cell phone from her briefcase. She punched two numbers after it made a beep coming on. "Helen? Hi, sweets. It's me! Great and you? Excellent. I know, I know, it's just that with school and everything it's been so tough just finding time to get a bite to eat. Of course I will. I miss you too. "Actually that's kind of why I'm calling. Any chance that you might have a window for today? Oh say about an hour or so. Yes as a matter of fact it is. It's for a young man I've just met. Wait just a second and I'll ask." Sandy covered her cell phone, looked at Martin and asked: "Honey what's your waist and chest size?" Martin wasn't very clear on the reason for that question but he gave both to her. A thirty inch chest and twenty five inch waist. Sandy went back to her phone and gave Helen those sizes. Helen on the other end said: "You know, he'll easily fit most of my little girl outfits!" Sandy laughed and said: "Not yet. He's a bit nervous about this already. I'd rather stay within the ISG profile for now then guide him into the SLG later." ISG profile was a code between the two ladies. It simply meant that the individual she was bringing over wasn't into the scene per se. Not yet anyway but that individual did need diapers and plastic pants. Disposable you can buy anywhere. Thick cotton diapers that fit an adult with cute baby pants to cover them had to come from a specialty store. Helen ran such a store. A very special specialty store and she smiled as the reference Sandy made over the phone. Her young man was going to become a baby first then a little girl as in Sandy's Little Girl or SLG. Helen took a quick glance as her schedule and gave Sandy her hour. Sandy was nearly five percent of her business on any given month. "What's SLG? mean?" Martin asked nervously. He hadn't heard both sides of the conversation but the side he had heard made him very nervous. "Special Length Garments!" Sandy said and then added: "Helen makes a lot of what she sells for incontinence but she gets a lot of things from vendors. Adults come in all shapes and sizes so occasionally she fashions in SLG sizes for those needing custom fits. Fortunately you're a standard size. You'll also get a discount because of ISG." Martin nearly asked after that "what" part on "what she sells", but he already knew that or at least thought he knew and he didn't like what he knew. In those first few sentences he'd trapped himself. He'd trapped himself as surely as if he'd walked into that trap itself and tripped it. It took a second for him to realize his blunder and just a few more to regret it. Martin suddenly had one of two choices: Confess and walk away or walk with her because she had just stood. He should have walked away but his rational part was getting clouded by that irrational part. That pat on his leg was one of the reasons he didn't walk away. There were others from those nights alone with his fantasies, and a few he didn't want to consider yet. He would. Helen's was one of those places that hundreds of commuters pass by daily with hardly a glance. Helen owned the somewhat older but sound building that went up when Nixon was still waving four more years. Actually Helen lived on the third floor. Susan, like a number of the girls "like" Susan, worked on the second floor with most of the first given over to the retail side. Sandy's expertise as a dominate was why she'd gotten that hour so fast. Lifestyles can be complex but often orderly in the right hands and Helen's place catered to the complex while Helen herself managed to keep it orderly. She sold adult baby clothes and accessories. Most of which would scare most adults silly and most men to death. Yet Helen also catered to those that truly were incontinent and she did so discreetly. Both kinds of customers respected her for that. Part of that care was having to entrances. There was the front entrance and the back and the back could be used without ever having to see the front. Discretion always being a key ingredient to managing a man that doesn't know he's about to be managed. Martin was one of those sorts of men when the buzzer went off at the front as he followed Susan in. Helen was a large woman that would look comfortable at a construction site or in a kitchen depending only on what she wore. She was motherly in this case as she most often was working in the store. Helen greeted Susan with a warm hug and Martin with a handshake that was just as warm using both hands before letting go. There was an instant of fear that the handshake took care of and another when Helen turned them both into a room off to the right. It was clinical in it's appearance but the exam table at it's center left Martin with little doubt of what that room was for. If he walked now, he thought, he wouldn't need to know exactly what it was for. Sandy's hand holding his was almost like a figurative chain. How many men stood where he now stood Martin wondered. A lot he hoped by way of justification for not bolting as he should have. In another moment or two it was going to be too late but then again it already was. That moment had passed and such is the fate of a man in love. Sandy knew that and Helen now did as well. "Well now! I'm guessing you're about to faint dead away so perhaps this would be better if I tied you down!" Helen said. It caught Martin off guard and he did step back slightly, tugging on Sandy's hold, in sudden fear till Helen laughed. She had been kidding and it worked as Martin smiled to match Sandy's. "Anyway honey I'm a registered nurse, and I've been doing this for the better part of thirty years now so I'm the last person you need to worry about. With that said why don't you go behind that panel while I scoot Sandy out. This really isn't going to be as painful as your face hints at." Helen said taking Sandy's arm. Sandy walked out with Helen leaving Martin in that room alone. They left with no mention of what was about to happen but Martin knew. Then suddenly the door opened again and Helen poked her head in and said: "It will go a lot faster if you take those things off." Martin nodded and moved towards the partition. Helen added: "Sandy says you are a student? If you let me have your student ID card I can register you with two different agencies. They will pay about sixty percent of what you get here which makes it almost wholesale." Martin stopped, lifted his wallet out and a second later handed Helen his card. Sixty percent off of what he got there was forty percent more than what he needed. He should have ran. He didn't and he was still behind the panel but naked now. He was peeking over the top when Helen returned and as soon as she came in she tossed him a normal looking hospital gown as she said: "This will at least give you enough cover to come out from behind there." Martin took the gown let it drop open then remembering that the open part actually went on backwards changed how he was to wear it. He took a step out holding the back closed. "Up here honey!" Helen said patting the exam table covered in that thin sanitary paper fed from a role. "What I like to do for the night wetters is to suggest at least a day wearing the same material as you'll be wearing for night. I'm more concerned for the fit than anything else. It's Ten now so when I get you into those samples I want you to spend some time in them then come back here for the actual things you'll wear. "Eight hours is enough time to see to it that these things fit. Elastic can press into the skin in very little time so it's a fine line between fit and being leakproof. Also I can make sure you're not going to develop a rash from the material or from the length of time you'll be wearing these things. "Anyway, once I get you dressed you can dress and then just go about your routine as before. Just make sure you return here around eight. Okay?" Helen said. Martin nodded as he maneuvered himself onto the table. He could have run and cursed himself for not doing so. She now has his student ID. The last thing he wanted to do was climb up on that table. Besides, he didn't need to know what she was talking about because she was holding them in her hands. A cabinet, against the wall past the head of that exam table, held both the diaper and white plastic pants in neat stacks over sizes written in back marker. She was also putting herself in a large apron from a hook and from it's pocket came exam gloves. Martin, if he thought he could get away with it, might have moaned. That moan wouldn't have been from his excitement. He'd been so sure of himself. Now he wasn't. He smiled lamely at Helen who smiled back lifting his gown just past his waist when he laid back. The rest he tried desperately to ignore. "This cream helps fight moisture." Helen said pressing her fingers in places that did make him almost moan as Helen added: "Make sure, before you diaper yourself, that you use it liberally in all of the folds. You can develop a rash in less than two hours otherwise." Helen added that last as her fingers moved between his thighs. What had he done? He wondered. That was a thought he had again when she had him lift his bottom. He was laying there for no other reason than for a woman. A women he hardly knew for that matter and he was lifting his bottom for a diaper of all things. When it came between his legs it got worse. "I'm pinning you into this thin one first. When you come back I'll let you pin yourself into the thicker type for nights. This particular one is identical to the thicker style but with less layers. It will allow you to get your jeans on over it and your plastic pants." Helen said as she leaned over Martin to pin it closed. She did the same with the other side and that, as they say, was that. His protest or the need to protest was gone. It left by bits and pieces till he looked down at the odd image of what a baby would see if it knew what it was looking at. His protest and right to protest vanished together. Unfortunately he knew that and it got slightly worse as she shook those plastic panties open. They were white but hardly pants given they were plastic. Plastic till he also noticed then nylon. "Why that layer of nylon?" Martin said in a slightly uncomfortable tone that Helen loved hearing when she herself had been a dominate of some note. "It's actually a blend of polyester and nylon. It's so you're plastic pants don't crinkle as much when you move. It's called a whisper layer. It allows your jeans to slide over your plastic panties a bit easier." Helen said without slowing her steps to get him into them. Second thoughts abound in this business and Helen wanted him dressed before those hit with any kind of force. Martin lifted again as Helen sat those panties in place announcing, as she removed her gloves, that her work here was done. Her question of that not being so bad made Martin lie a little. It had been bad, and it was far worse when he looked down at himself below the gown. Martin was just about to get up when Helen said: "Wait! I want you to wear this onesie first. It will keep you're diaper and plastic pants up while you're out and about. It looks just like a regular tee-shirt but snaps around you below the waist. Helps keep your diaper from dropping. Here, I'll show you!" Helen said letting the adult size onesie unfold. Martin put it on himself but had to lay down again while Helen drew it snug from underneath before snapping the four snaps at the crouch. When he stood then it tugged at that crotch. When it tugged he wondered how he was going to undo and redo those same snaps if he had to go to the bathroom. Another thought formed then and he shook that one out of his head mentally. He was not going to wet himself. Sandy was window shopping as all of this was happening, and hugged Helen when she returned to tell her the baby was ready to go and dressing. Had this been down the road a piece Sandy would have picked up her purse and a diaper bag. This time it was just her purse. "How do those feel?" Sandy asked coming into the room. Martin looked down instantly when she said that and asked in a panic: "Can you tell?" "No, of course not! I was just wondering how they felt. It's really important that these fit comfortably. Besides, since Helen has more or less appointed me you guardian for the next few hours I'm most likely going to ask you that a few more times before this days ends. So, what would you like to do? Movie, zoo, window shopping?" Susan asked. Martin wanted to go back to his dorm and hide. The last thing he wanted to do was spend the day outside. He shrugged a bit but said he'd rather not go anywhere. "Tell you what! Let's stay on foot, which will make Helen happy since she's worried about the elastic biting too much and just do the mall down the street. I need to get a shower gift for a friend having baby anyway and then we can see what's playing at the movies? Mind?" Sandy asked. "No!" Martin said not meaning it and added: "What about paying for... For these things?" "Taken care of, for now. Helen's added you to my support group and says that you qualify for the student discount and those two agencies. So 'those things' are going to run you about what a good package of underwear would run." Sandy said. "Great!" Martin said lying again. The last thing he wanted to do... No, make that the next last thing he wanted to do was spend even a second in a store shopping for a baby. It was like he was shopping for himself in some ways. "Oh, these are cute?" Sandy said holding up the tiny ruffled panties in a white nylon trimmed in light pink lace. It wasn't the only pair of baby girl pants she'd looked at. That last pair also laced but no ruffles. It had pink lettering that read: "My Little Sweetheart" across the backside. An hour passed before Martin, pushing the cart for no other reason than some small amount of cover, reached the registers. There was a little doll with it's own lettering on the front that read: "My first dolly". A package of pink pacifiers with the words "Princess in Training" on them. A baby blanket also in pink and a three set of pink baby bottles. Sandy's friend, she said, already knew she was having a girl. Everything was still in bags that they carried to lunch before a Disney movie, which was before another two hours of shopping went by. They spent that last hour at the park next door simply walking and talking. Mostly about Sandy earning her degree in behavioral development and therapy with Martin going into big business some day. They returned to Helen's just as night fell firmly into place. Helen had closed the shop but opened the back door for them at the bell. Martin was once again in that room and this time fitted into the large diaper. The one he had been wearing was very wet. That happened at the movies while he was sitting. "I've got to go!" He whispered in a tone of desperation. He was just about to do that wondering also how he was going to do that when Sandy's hand fell on his forearm. "It's okay honey! I mean you don't need to worry!" Sandy said that in a low whisper but close to his ear. He was taken back by that but she added still close: "Frankly it's not like you've never done that before. Right? Besides, it sort of turns me on a little!" It was her mouth teasing the lob of his ear at first then that hand in the darkness before her voice said in an even lustier tone: "It's okay. Go ahead and I'll just keep my hand here if you don't mind." Of course he did in a way. Truth was it was ten minutes later before the urge and the ability to go were equal again and he went. His fear grew as his legs, backside and stomach grew warm. He was nearly petrified when the lights went up but Sandy was smiling and promised to look and did so before saying he was fine. He wasn't fine and it felt like he weighed more, although logic would dictate that wasn't so given that he'd simply transferred what he carried from one place to another. He felt a stinging sense of shame at what he'd done mixed with a odd sense of something else when Sandy took his hand. It was when she'd kept her hand there and again when she said: "What if I fix dinner for us rather than trying to find a place to eat later?" Martin nodded a yes and tried walking normally for the rest of that day. He apologized to Helen when she came in. He was wet and hadn't meant to be. He felt oddly relieved that she thought that was wonderful. It made her little test even more effective she said, and the only thing that changed, in that process for his next change, was baby wipes. He wore his shorts to Sandy's place and carried the thick night diaper and soaker in a bag with six more just like it. Helen had a diaper service as well she'd said and given that it was Wednesday he could drop what he had soiled between then and Saturday keeping the rest in a kind of reserve. The other thing that had changed from that first change was that Sandy was in the room. That little pat on his diaper and baby pants mixed with the bite on his ear had closed the door on him closing her out, and that hint at a dinner left me not caring too much that she got to see him in another diaper. Actually dinner came later than Sandy had promised. She wanted play first and having an adult in a diaper to play with she said was something she'd dreamed about since they began talking that morning. That first time wasn't exactly his best efforts but he'd been close to that breaking point since morning so it wasn't his fault. That second following dinner was longer and far more fun. That second came after Sandy unpinned one side of his diaper and it didn't matter at all that she pinned it closed again. Their third time was well into the evening and the best one of all. So it was that Martin finally had the affair he had dreamed of but that wasn't what he dreamed. It was also that same woman feeding him from a baby's bottle for desert. Given what was happening it wasn't exactly a nightmare either. Of course it was Sandy that saw to that, and it was a cute little pink pacifier she had carefully teased against his lips that eliminated all but his moaning. Sandy kept that pacifier in a small silver case on her nightstand. If you were careful about such things as Helen once said, and Sandy was, most men took it as easily as a baby did. A few without hesitation and Martin was one of those. Martin nursed that pacifier while Sandy cuddled him. By morning he had wet but he was aware of it. He was aware of it when he realized he'd need to wake wet or wake her. He was also aware of Sandy's look that morning and after they made love again he was diapered again. By Martin's forth diaper it no longer mattered and he'd missed both of his classes that day. He was pinned into his fifth diaper to wear under his sweat pants after stopping at his dorm room. That last he wore for the ISG meeting to be introduced to the others. Oddly enough he was feeling about as wonderful as he'd hoped that first day he'd seen Sandy. What was disquieting, and most of why he didn't pay much attention to what some in the group said, was thinking about that day. Sandy had opened the baby blanket with it's pink satin edge promising him a breast if he'd cuddle with it. He did and she'd kept her promise. Martin also took one of those baby bottles Sandy said she'd simply replace tomorrow. So too the pacifier he now nursed in his room. It wasn't as good as Sandy's breast but ok for a nap. Just before bed again at Sandy's there was little left of her fantasies to be carried out. Then none after Martin reluctantly allowed himself to be put into that baby doll nightgown. It was just after Sandy came out of the bathroom wearing that one she wore when he nursed. A small amount of pleading during her fore play ended the last of his objections. Even Helen was amazed at how quickly Martin had adjusted and by Saturday Martin had enough diapers for both day and night. Postscript Martin often chairs the ISG meetings when Sandy's working. Sandy expanded her days at Helen's again dominating men as she had been doing before collage. That extra income ironically going back into Helen's business for a lot of things Martin now wears. After that baby doll top it was difficult to sleep without it, or for that matter Sandy's breast. Martin laughed to himself as Sandy diapered him for the night. He laughed making Sandy laughed as she asked what? Martin with his legs almost straight up for his powdering said: "It's funny because at first I was head over heels over you. Since then my nights always seem to end with my heels over my head!" Sandy nodded and said: "I know precious. I know! I've always loved having a man's heels above his head."