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Awaking This story is about Adult Babies. That is adults who dress and act like babies. All reference to babies or minors or similar In this story, refer to adults acting like babies And NOT adults substituting for minors. This story has nothing to do with child pornography. Chapter 1: The Trip As I pulled into the driveway late that Tuesday afternoon, I thought about how hectic my week had been. As a senior executive for an international banking firm, I'm often called on to resolve problems all over the world. This week had been one of the worst. Most often, the problems could be solved remotely, although that usually meant some wearied hours in the middle of the night because of the time difference but this week had been different. My week had started in London on the previous Sunday. An e-commerce company was having problems with one of our currency exchange programs. My attempt to resolve this issue remotely had not been successful. I figured my best bet was to visit the company and resolve the problem on site. It had been a long time since my last visit to London but my impressions of the British had not changed. Brits seem to be wound a little too tight with all their pomp and monarch traditions. The men appear to be stuffy and boring and the women all reminded me of the old British nannies in Mary Poppins. I had not gotten a chance to check out the web site of the e-commerce company that was having problems but I did have the name and address with me as I arrive at the London branch office that Monday morning. I approached the executive assistant with the hopes of getting directions, not that I would drive on the wrong side of the street but maybe it was within walking distance and I could enjoy the sights. The executive assistant was your old fashion British secretary with the hair done in tight bun that pulled her face back into a permanent scowl. I handed her the company information and received a strange conspiratorial look. She immediately offered to take me, as the company was not in the best part of town she said. I was surprise as I assumed the company was a toyshop. With a name like "Babes in Toyland", I figured it was some kind of baby toy store. I soon found out how right and wrong I was. The trip to the store brought us through a part of London I had not seen before. My driver told me with her nose up in the air that we were in the "seedy" part of London and that you had to be careful on the streets after dark. We pulled up too a drab soot stained brownstone building with out any windows or signs on the front of the building. I thanked the assistant for the ride. Not knowing how long it would take to resolve the problem I had planed to take a taxi back. My driver quickly informed me that I would have a difficult time getting a cab in this part of town and insisted that she would stay with me until I was done. As we entered the store, I thought to myself, 'See it's just a store for babies.' The front of the store was packed with baby clothes, furniture, and accessories. The back of the store appeared to be behind a curtain as was probably the store offices. Just as I was about to call out to see if anyone was in the back a sales woman entered through the curtain. The woman walked up to the executive assistant and asked if she could be of service. I made an attempted to introduce myself. The women quickly informed me that little boys were to be seen and not heard. I was flabbergasted and did not know how to react. The executive assistant quickly stepped forward and came to my rescue. "Good morning Mary, do you remember me? I am the person you talked to at the bank about your currency problem." The woman stepped back, took one look at me and said, "Well if he's not a little boy he should be." I quizzically looked at the two of them and said, "Excuse me." Mary looked at me and said, "Take a good look around and tell me what you see." I glanced around the store again and froze. It was a baby store but something was wrong. There were all kinds of baby items clothing the works, but I realized that the babies that wore these cloths must be huge. The baby dresses hanging on the racks would fit a grown man. I glance at my companions with a confused look, "What is this place?" Mary laughed and told me the store sells baby accessories to adults, mostly men who want to escape back to being an infant. "Why?" "For a lot of reasons," Mary said, "but we can talk about this later if we have time. Right now lets get to work, I need my system up and running." Mary turned to the executive assistant and assured her that she would get me back to the London branch or my hotel depending on when I finished. The assistant turned and smiled at me and said, "Have a good time," and walked out the door. "Come on little one, lets see if we can get my system fixed," Mary said and I just glared. Here I was stuck in a crazy store with a bitch from hell. I stopped dead in my tracks as I passed through the curtain to the back part of the store. I had discovered the other side of the stores specialty. I was confronted with racks of black leather and shinny vinyl outfits with lots of buckles and straps. We passed a life sized mannequin with an 8 inch black dildo strapped on and very little else. Mary stopped and explained that some adult babies enjoyed being dominated and this was one away for the women to get sexual satisfaction from the relationship. As she glanced down at me, she said, "I can see you fit the profile to a tee." I looked down and realized that my Brook Brothers suit was having a hard time hiding my arousal, my face turned bright red as I stormed passed. We passed through the back of the store in to the warehouse area and once again, I was amazed at the size and quantity of Mary's operations. There were shelves pilled high with diapers, plastic pants, baby clothing and accessories. Mary brought me into the office area where three women were busy with the phones and computer terminals and furiously banging away on calculators. Mary explained the calculators were being used for the currency conversion and it was bring the operation to its knees. "I'll lose close to five million dollars this year if the system is not fixed soon." "Five million?" I said in shock, "that much?" "Oh yes, this is big business," Mary said, "and that five million is only in foreign orders." Mary introduced me to the three women and we continued back to her office. "I'll need a terminal and access to the server to take a look at the problem." Mary led me into a small office next to hers and said, "You can use the catalog design area in here. We just finished up the new catalog and won't be working on another one for a month or so." I passed through the door into a small cluttered office with stacks of papers and photographs pilled high. The desk was actually a design layout table with a nice computer system built into the top. I took off my jacket and logged into the system in hopes of resolving the problem quickly so I could get out of this weird situation and return home quickly. After about two hours, staring at the top of the design table my neck was getting sore and I needed a break. I walked into Mary's office and told her I needed to take a break and stretch my legs. I asked her if there was a place to smoke in the building. "Such a nasty habit for little boys," Mary said, "if you want something to suck on I'll get you a pacifier," she smiled. I just glared and started to walk out of the office. "Down at the end of the warehouse but you have to leave the door propped open or you'll be locked out." I walked to the far end of the warehouse passing by the shelves stacked high with baby items and black leather sex toys. I started to go outside and stretch my legs but quickly remembered the neighborhood and went back inside. I finished my smoke and started back to the office. As I walked back through all the baby stuff, I felt a strong desire to take a closer look. I peaked around the warehouse to see if anyone was paying attention but no one seemed to care. I stopped in front of set of shelves that contained all different kinds of diapers. There were daytime, nighttime, pull-ups, ones with cute baby patterns. I reached out, picked up a nighttime diaper, and was surprised at how soft and thick they were. The shelf next to the diapers contained all different types of plastic and rubber pants. I glanced down to my hands and was shocked to find a pair of pink plastic lacey rumba panties. I quickly dropped them as if my hands were on fire and almost ran back to the office. I passed through Mary's office but not before she said, "Looks like our little boy wants to be a little girl." She must have seen me pick up the rumba panties I thought as I pushed right on by. I spent the next hour or so pouring through code trying to find the cause of the currency program. Suddenly I realized the problem. Standing abruptly, I cussed the individual who put the system together for Mary. Mary came into the office and said, "Little boys or girls who have a potty mouth get it washed out with soap." I ignored her and explained that I had found the problem. "I'm going to chew someone a new asshole," I said. "The person in the London office who put this server together should be shot. This server is so old and out dated its not even Y2K compatible." I looked at Mary and she said with a smile, "It was probably Jimmy; don't worry about talking to him. The next time his mommy comes in I'll let her know just what little Jimmy did," Mary said. I looked at her in disbelief. "Oh yes a large number of your employees are my customers," Mary smiled. I explained that I would have to rebuild the server and that it would take me four or five hours. "You can't take me offline for that long," Mary said. "Don't worry," I told Mary, "I can do most of it this afternoon while you're still up and running. I'll only need to take it down for about an hour after you close up shop tonight." I placed a call to the London branch office requesting to talk to the IT manager. "Hello, this is Jim," I heard over the phone. I immediately tore into him identifying myself and letting him know that his lazy half-assed work had cost a customer a great deal of money. I also informed him that I had to fly all the way over from Seattle and that I would make sure the CEO was aware of the reason. I then requested a very high-end server to replace the piece of shit that he had installed. "Who's going to pay for that"? Jim asked. I told him it will be at no cost to the customer and that the server would come out of the London office annual bonuses. As I turned and hung up the phone I heard, "My my, the little boy has a temper-" I glared at Mary, said, "You want it fixed, I'm going to fix it," and walked away. I walked back to have a smoke and made sure I stayed far away from the shelves of merchandize. I came back to the office and sat down waiting the arrival of the new server. A short time later, the server arrived. I could tell the person carrying it was upset, slamming the server down on the desk and bitching about the waste of a high-end server. I stood up to rip into the person when Mary pushed past me and walked up to the man. I could see him cower in front of her as Mary reached up and pinched his cheek and said, "Now now Jimmy, where's your manners. Next time your mommy comes in I let her know she needs to work on that." Mary patted Jimmy on the butt and said, "I'll also let her know you're out without your diapers on." Jimmy turned bright red and stormed out the door. I completed the server build in an hour or so and with not much else to do, I started going through a stack of photos piled on the side of the table. I realized this was the material used to create the last catalog. I was intrigued, the photos showed a number of cute young women dressed in various stages of baby clothing. These women were very beautiful; I thought Mary said most of her customers were men. "So what do you think?" I looked up and Mary was smiling at me. "I thought you said most of your customers were men," I asked. "Why so many women?" Mary smiled and said, "Aren't you aroused looking at those pictures?" "Yes but these are very beautiful women and most are not wearing anything more than a diaper. I'm only human." "Exactly, most of my customers are men, but most are not gay and enjoy looking at women in diapers. Most of the men I know would love to be involved with a partner, who enjoyed diapers as much as they do. Unfortunately, it usually does not work that way. "My typical customer is male between the ages of 25 and 60, in a high stress position. I have a number of them that are senior executives like you in the top 100-fortune company's. I have talked with a number of Doctors and clinical psychologists who believe it is a great form of stress relief for these people. I have also been told that it's a behavior that is very difficult to suppress and may cause problems if one tries." Mary smiled and said, "So don't wait too long." I just looked at her not saying a word. I could understand why not many partners would be comfortable with this type of fascination. I could just see myself trying to explain this behavior to my wife Barb. Don't get me wrong, my wife is pretty understanding and sexually open minded. I think I would be more uncomfortable talking about it than she would. About that time, I heard the staff closing down for the night. Mary escorted the women out the door and locked up the main store. I quickly made a backup of the systems and brought the new server online. The final step would take about an hour to restore the data and rebuild the database and I decided to have one last smoke while I was waiting. I passed through Mary's office and let her know where I was going and then walked to the back door. As I stood smoking, my mind was spinning with the days events. I did not understand the excitement and emotions I felt by being inside this store for big babies. On my return to the office, once again I found myself walking by the racks of clothing and shelves of diapers and pants. I slowed to a crawl and tried to absorb all the different products as well as my feelings. I stopped in front of the diapers and my hands glided over the stacks. I felt the need to touch them pick them up feel them and reach some sort of understanding with what I felt. My hands ran through the stack of diapers, the soft thick nighttime cut in various sizes and shapes. Some flat and long, others hourglass shaped, the daytime ones came in the same shapes and sizes but also pull-on types and not as thick. All of them came in different colors and patterns. I was fascinated with the ones that had baby prints on them. Bears, ducks, toys, ribbons, and bows were just some of the patterns I saw. There were stacks of plastic pants with the same prints. I discovered all kinds of different fancy pants with lace and bows and pink ribbons. I looked at the piles of diaper doublers to be used in daytime or nighttime diapers to make them absorbent. I passed by shelves with all kinds of baby accessories bottles, pacifiers, pins. There were even locking diaper pins and plastic pants that could be used to keep someone in the diapers. I picked up a pair of locking rumba pants and a vision of me lying on a bed with my wife Barb locking them before she went to work flashed through my head. I quickly dropped them and headed back to the office, the rebuild of the database should be done by now I thought. I walked through into the office and Mary smiled at me. "Well did you enjoy the tour, little boy?" she asked sweetly. I said, "It's and interesting store, I never realized all the different baby products even for regular babies." "Oh this is only a small part of the products that AB/DL's use," she said. "AB/DL's?" I asked. Mary went on to explain. "There are two distinct behaviors with many variations of each one. You have the AB's or adult babies who are more interested in acting and being treated as an infant and who are looking for a mommy or daddy to take care of them. This type will range from taking a bottle and pacifier to full-blown baby talk, baby toys, and baby food. They want to be treated just like a baby. The age range could be from newborn to a five or six year old that they are regressing back. This desire is also referred to as infantilism or age regression. AB's may also use this as an opportunity to change gender. To be able to dress and act like a sissy little girl." Mary looked at me and smiled. "Then you have the other type. The DL's or diaper lovers. This type enjoys the felling of wearing diapers. Some may not actually use them for there intended purpose but most do to some degree or another. Other baby accessories may be used but it's mostly about the act of being diapered. Most find this sexually arousing and it's this group that you're more apt to find the men who also enjoy being dominated at times. The sexual preference of either of these groups can be a mixed bag. I have seen gays, bi's and straight males enjoy either aspect and remember you can have a great deal of variations on both sides. "Interestingly enough the women I have for customers tend to fit the same job profile, high stress corporate positions with painfully busy days. The funny thing is most are AB's looking for a daddy or sometimes a mommy to take them back to the time when life was less hectic. I see fewer DL in the women then I do in the men, most of the women are full blown AB's." I thought about the corporate lifestyle that Barb, my wife and I maintained. I glanced down and my eye caught one of the pictures for the catalog. A beautiful girl stood pose in just a diaper and cute baby printed plastic pants sucking her thumb. I wondered what Barb would look like dress like that and I could feel myself getting rock hard. I glanced down at my watch and realized it was after 10:00 PM. We had been talking for hours and not paying attention to the job at hand. I logged on to the terminal and checked to see if the rebuild was completed. I brought the new server online and ran some quick checks. I wanted to get back to the hotel and get some rest as I had a full day of flying to get back to Seattle. I stood up and said, "Ok I'm done." As we pulled up in front of the hotel Mary looked at me and said, "Thank you for all your hard work." I looked at her and realized that she had gone from a cold-hearted domineering bitch to a halfway decent individual in the course of our conversations that night. I held out my hand and Mary smile at me and shook it then she put a catalog in my hand. "If you change your mind about facing your desires feel free to order anything out of our catalog, after all the work you have done today it's free." I smiled, "Thanks, but somehow I don't think my wife would understand." "You would be surprised," Mary said with a smile. I fell into my hotel bed that night with thoughts of diapers and rumba pants clouding my head. I awoke with a start in the middle of the night with remnants of a dream slipping away and a raging hard on. In my dream I was being diapered by my wife Barb, she had some kind of hold over me because I was not resisting or fighting her in any way. Barb gently sprinkled baby power over my butt and wrapped a thick cloth diaper around me. Next, the plastic pants, only these were locking. She pulled them up around my waist and locked them. I heard her say, "Now little lady these stay on until I get home from work." I quickly shook off the dream and grabbed a smoke, I had to wait until my heart stopped racing and my dick subsided before I could even think about going to the bathroom. The rest of the night was uneventful and I awoke early to the alarm clock. I quickly showered, shaved, and was out the door to the airport. I wanted to get back to Seattle as quick as I could and put this trip behind me. After a full day of travel from London to New York and then on to Seattle I was exhausted. I pulled into the driveway and felt good to be home. Barb wasn't home yet though it was close to 9:00 PM but that did not surprise me. She was the executive manager of one of the last locally owned five star restaurants in Seattle. Barb's hours were as brutal as mine were. Most weekdays we saw each other briefly. Usually it was between schedules, and a quick kiss letting me know she was home or pecking her on the lips and telling her I love you before I walk out the door in the morning was about all we could manage. We tried to save the weekends and sometimes it work out, lately though even the weekends were getting harder to find time for ourselves. I unpacked my suitcase and changed into my jeans and a sweatshirt grabbed a beer out of the fridge and set down to catch up on my email. I opened my email and browsed through them quickly, responding to the one from my mother and the rest of the family letting them know I was back safe and sound. I decided to send Mary an email to let her know I made it back ok and check on the status of the system. Dear Mary; I made it home ok. Just checking in on the system to make sure everything is working ok. Please let me know if it's not and I can work on it from here. Thanks Colin. I went through a couple more emails and sent my boss one saying the London problem was fixed and that I would be in on Thursday. I was getting ready to close down when my mailbox opened and a response from Mary was in my in basket. I was somewhat surprised as the time difference made it around 5:00 AM. The subject of the message was "desire", a strange feeling begin to wash over me. Colin; Thank you so much for your help with our system. I hate to say this to a man (or should I say little boy) but you are my savior. We were able to complete a two-week backlog of orders in about three hours. My girls are spending more time being mommies over the phone now then taking orders. Thanks again Mary Ps. the offer still stands. If you want to face your desires, feel free to order anything you want from the catalog I sent with you. Because of your work, any order you place will be free. We have a shipping warehouse in Seattle for the west cost. I could get it to you the next day. Mary. I responded with a short note. Mary; I doubt my wife would understand but thanks anyway. Colin. Colin; You just might be surprised. Have her give me a call at 800-737-4500 and I will fill her in on all the details. Mary I closed my email and shuffled off to bed thoroughly exhausted. I was so tired that I did not hear my wife come home. I drifted up from the deep to a dim light falling from the half opened bathroom door. Once again I had a raging hard on, but this time Barb's warm wet mouth was quickly moving up and down my shaft. I vaguely remember coming and found myself drifting back to sleep I curled up on my side and slipped my thumb in my mouth and barely herd my wife say, "What's with the thumb?" I was already out. I woke up a short time later and the room was in total darkness. I glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it was just after 2:00 AM. I thought I remembered my wife coming in and giving me a blowjob earlier but I was not sure if it was just part of a dream. Barb was not in bed and I heard someone talking in the other room. I got up, walked into the kitchen, and stood at the door of the family room. Barb was sitting at the computer talking to someone on the phone. "Hey you, who you talking too?" I asked. Barb turned and quickly shut down the computer. "Just my sister," she said as she got up and gave me a kiss. Groggily I muttered, "I'm still on London time," and stumbled back to bed. I was first out of bed the next morning as I'm normally an early riser and made a pot of coffee. I poured a cup and set down at the kitchen table to read the paper. I looked over and my briefcase was open on the table with the baby catalog half covered with paper. I quickly closed and locked the case and tried to remember if I had left my briefcase open and on the table or not. I hoped Barb was too busy talking to her sister last night to find the catalog otherwise; I might be in for some embarrassing questions. I turned on the computer to check the news and weather and to see what was happing in the world. The computer came up with my email program opened, wait a minute I know I shut down correctly last night. I checked for any new mail and closed out the program. That's weird I said to myself. About that time, Barb came into the kitchen. I got up, gave her a big kiss, and held her tightly letting her know how much I missed her. I poured her a cup of coffee and we sat at the table. "Not going into work today?" she asked. "Nope, still trying to shake off the London time," I said. "Oh, and how was your trip?" she asked locking my eyes with a quizzical look on her face. "It was ok, I got the company's problem fixed quickly and came home," trying to be as non-committal as I could. "What kind of company was it?" she asked with a smile. "Oh just an e-commerce company, what's on your plate today?" I asked trying desperately to change the conversation. "So what kind of products does this site sell?" Barb asked. "Just baby stuff," I said as I looked into her deep green eyes. I knew I was in trouble. I'm a very bad liar and I was fearfully dreading the next question. "You mean stuff for really tiny babies, like newborn babies?" she asked with a smile. I was dead. I scrambled to think of a way of telling the truth but maybe not the complete truth. "No, this store was a little different, it caters to older babies," I said still trying to find a way out. "Like toddlers in the three to four year old range?" "More like the 25 to 50 year range," I said quietly. "What!" Barb exclaimed. I quickly gave her the condensed version of the information that Mary had shared with me on AB/DL's. I briefly gave her the profile information and told her a little about the store. "Sounds a little strange," Barb said, "but you never know too each his own." Getting up to pour more coffee. "I'm just glad to get out of there and back home," I said. "What's on your agenda today?" I asked. "Carrie is coming over in a little bit and were going shopping," she said. I was surprised and a little disappointed. Surprised about the shopping trip as my wife hates to shop and disappointed that we wouldn't get much time to ourselves today. Don't get me wrong, I love Carrie, but I really want to spend time with my wife. Carrie is my wife's best and closest friend. I'm sure Barb has shared things with her that she hasn't with me. Barb always said if she was ever going to try a lesbian affair it would have to be with Carrie. I can tell you that fantasy has crossed my mind on more than one occasion after spending time with Carrie. I love my wife dearly, she is the most beautiful women in my life, and I would never ever do anything to risk losing her. Barb stands about five three and one hundred and eleven pounds soaking wet. She has a figure to die for with big firm tits that are just waiting to be sucked and played with. Short blond hair and a pair of legs that you would only find on a server or someone that is always on the move. However, the most outstanding feature is her deep dark green eyes, they warp around your soul and never let it go. I teased her a lot when we go to the mall because she attracts men like a magnet and it does not matter what she's wearing. She has an unconscious ability to make eye contact with everyone and one look of those eyes trusting and smiling and you can't help being hooked. From eight to eighty married or not they gravitate toward her like a moth to a bright light. The best thing about it is she doesn't have a clue that she's doing it; it's a hundred percent genuine. Like the song "She doesn't know she's beautiful", it's all real and she has no clue. She's the girl you want to take home and introduce to the family a fresh naive innocent outlook on life. Luckily, she has never lost that outlook. Carrie on the other hand is very different. Carrie is a knockout, tits, ass, and the whole package. Carrie's personality is opposite of Barb's, so far opposite it's off the scale. Carrie spent her early twenties dancing in the Vegas nightclubs and has very few inhibitions. Outgoing to a tee, flirtatious sexy and very aggressive, on more then one occasion she's grabbed my butt or kissed me long and full on the mouth. I'm sure she would be a wild cat in bed and not above doing just about anything when it came to the sex side of life. I stepped into the shower with thoughts of Barb and Carrie rushing through my mind. I had my head under the showerhead when I felt a hand cup my balls and softly stroking my dick. "Did all that talk of the baby store turn you on?" asked my wife. I turned bright red and said, "No way, I'm just horny," I said. "We can fix that," she said as she turned around and slipped my cock inside her. With her hands pressed against the wall and half bent over it was the prefect position to pound into her like a jackhammer. We both were so horny that within minutes I felt Barb starting to shake as our orgasms collided with each other. We finished our shower and Barb headed to the kitchen while I finished shaving. I walked into the kitchen to find Carrie sitting at the table. "Hey you big stud I guess I'm to late to jump in the shower with you." Barb just laughed and said, "You'll have to excuse him today, his mind is preoccupied with a kinky sex store in London." "Oh yea," Carrie asked. "What's that all about?" Barb looked at me and said, "Go on tell her, you big baby." I turned bright red and started to walk away but Carrie kept at me. "No tell me tell me," she pleaded. Once again, I found myself explaining my trip and sharing the information that Mary had passed on to me. "I use to know a dominatrix in Vegas that had a number of customers who liked that kind of thing," Carrie said. "A Dominatrix?" Barb asked. "It's a person that gets off on playing the dominant role in a sexual fantasy," Carrie smiled. "The gal I knew had a number of her customers who were into the baby diaper scene and liked to be dominated and sometimes humiliated. She used to bring friends on some of her sessions and force the men in to diapers and do all kinds of things, even fucking them in the ass with strap-on dildos," Carrie explained. Turning red, I stood up and said, "I'm just glad to be home and out of London." "Yea I can tell by looking at your pants just how glad you are," laughed Carrie. I looked down and sure enough, I had a bulge in my jeans that I couldn't hide. I got up from the table a quickly retreated to the bedroom. Barb came in about 10 minuets later and said they were going shopping and were not sure, when they would be back.