Origin Story: Teresa is New to ABDL

By | February 22, 2016

My kink didn’t start when I was a kid. It started as an adult and in a very odd way. When I was 18(about 3 years ago), I was broke and on the verge of being homeless. I toyed with the idea of prostitution, but was afraid of going to jail. Regardless, I repeatedly perused Craigslist and other sites trying to learn what I could.

Then one day I saw an ad from a man looking for a girl to engage in non-sexual ageplay. I figured non-sexual would be the way to go, since it wouldn’t be illegal and I contacted him. He told me that he wanted me to spend the day with him, wearing diapers and roleplaying as a youngster. He was offering $500 for an eight hour session. It seemed low, but since it was non-sexual I figured it was worth a shot.

I followed all the guidelines I had read about online and set up safe calls with friends and such. When I went to meet him, he turned out to be old enough to be my grandfather. His name was Fred and he was overweight and pretty close to 60 years old if not older. He seemed pleased with my appearance and invited me in.

We talked for a few minutes and he spent most of that time assuring me that he was a normal person despite his interests and promised not to cross any boundaries. When we finally got started, he fumbled repeatedly trying to take my pants off, so I had to help. Naked from the waist down, he had me lie on the bed as he pulled out a disposable diaper and taped it on me. Then he put two more diapers over the top of that one to make it thicker.

After the diapers were on, he removed my shirt and pulled a onesie over my head and fastened the snaps in the crotch. Then he picked me up and carried me to a room that was full of baby toys, a crib, a rocking horse and a changing table. He put me on the floor and told me to play with the toys while he got me a bottle ready.

Playing with baby toys was a little weird, but after a few minutes he came in with a baby bottle full of apple juice and offered it to me. As soon as I put the nipple in my mouth, I could see he was sporting a chubby in his pants and so I really hammed up the baby act while he watched me.

For the next couple hours, we chatted about his life and I made sure to use my best baby voice the entire time. He almost seemed to be in a trance as we talked. After a while I needed to pee, which was good, because wetting the diaper was part of our arrangement. I made sure to give him a little show as I pretended to be desperate as I shifted into a good position to release my bladder. It turned out to be a little more difficult than expected though and took me several minutes to make it happen.

Immediately, he decided it was time for a diaper change, so he picked me up and laid me on the changing table. In the middle of removing the first diaper, he broke character for a moment and told me he would double my pay if he could took me over his knee for a spanking. I told him as long as there were no lasting marks, it was okay.

He went right back into character and admonished me for wetting my diaper and told me bad girls need to be spanked. With all three diapers removed, he lifted me up and carried me across the room to the chair he had been sitting in before. He pulled me over his lap and began spanking me lightly at first. Over the next several minutes, it got harder and harder until it actually began to hurt. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, but he kept it up until I started crying.

As soon as the tears began, he stopped the spanking and began rubbing my butt and telling me it was okay. When I had regained my composure, he carried me back to the changing table for a clean diaper. The rest of the day was spent playing, sucking on a baby bottle and eating a child’s tv dinner for lunch.

When he paid me, he asked if I would be willing to come back. That became the start of a long lasting professional relationship. Twice a month, I spend a day as his diapered little girl and I’m able to afford to support myself. On occassion, I show my appreciation by sleeping over in his crib without charging him.

After a while of doing this with him, I began to realize that it was actually a lot of fun. I started wearing diapers at home for fun, but in more of a humiliation sense. At first, I would only wear the diaper long enough to masturbate, but as time went on it became much more.

Today, I have a daddydom at home that diapers me when I’m bad and spanks me frequently. I still visit Fred on the regular and I have told him how he turned me to his kink. I know he wishes that our relationship was more than professional, but it’s just not in the cards. I do owe him a lot though, so even if I won the lottery I would still provide those bi-monthly visits he enjoys.

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