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Diaper Pack

Volume 5


Baby Grace

Copyright 2018 Baby Grace

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Diaper Pack – Volume 5

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***All characters are over 18 and fictional.***



Table of Contents

Diaper Kitten

Sunny Diapers

Diaper Girl

Diaper Kitten


Baby Grace

My best friend Lana has always been hot.

Lana never had that gawky teenager phase. Our yearbook photos looked like something out of Cosmo, all perfectly styled hair, straight white teeth and big beautiful tits. I went to college on the other side of the country but I could never forget about her and how hard she made my cock.

You see, my best friend was never shy with her sexuality. Our families were loving, but they had careers and their own lives. We were considered more than old enough to look after ourselves, so we were left to our own devices more often than not.

I was freshly turned 18 and a senior in high school while Lana was a worldly 19, home for winter break. Living in the dorms had stripped away the few inhibitions she did have, something I learned the second day after she came home.

Lana’s parents were out of town, and a busted water main in her house sent her running next door stay with me. The spare bedroom was down the hall from the shower, and instead of changing in the bathroom or wearing a robe, she wrapped a skimpy towel around her body. Long, tanned legs stretched for miles and I could just see the lower curve of her ass beneath that soft grey terrycloth. The knot she had tied at the top of the towel struggled to contain her bountiful breasts, and the thought of that towel falling off and those fantastic tits escaping had my dick swelling inside my shorts.

All I could think was, “She’s your best friend, man! What’s wrong with you?” My dick didn’t care about familial bonds. My dick cared about those droplets of water dripping down her naked body. My dick cared about those soft hands soaping up those beautiful round breasts and dipping between her thighs.

Lana entered her room and closed the door, oblivious to my turmoil and my arousal. I imagined that towel falling to the floor and her laying back naked on her bed, spreading open her legs to show that perfect, pink pussy. A faint buzzing sound came from her room, and the juxtaposition of my fantasy and reality was almost too much.

I crept to her bedroom door and saw that she hadn’t closed it entirely. It was ajar just enough to give me a clear view to her bed. Just like I had imagined, Lana was lying naked and spread eagle on her comforter. A small purple vibrator was disappearing inside her shaved vagina as she pumped it in and out of her body, fucking herself on the piece of rubber while her free hand was twisting her nipples, alternating between her two breasts.

My jeans were uncomfortably tight, and even though I knew the type of risk I was taking, I slowly unzipped them. I pulled my cock out through the slit in my boxers and started pumping. Lana's movements on the bed were growing more frantic. She flicked the vibrator to a higher setting and the sound increased, becoming obviously loud in the quiet house, but she was too far gone to care. "She must have been going at herself in the shower awhile to be this horny," I thought, tightening my grip at the base of my cock, trying to keep from ending this too soon.

I stood in the hallway of my parent’s house with my cock in my hand and watched my best friend come. Her hips bucked and she spasmed on the bed, low moans escaping her mouth as she tried desperately to keep quiet.

In one of those moans was a name.

“Alex,” she whispered, shivering in the last aftershocks of her orgasm.

I groaned, far louder than I intended to as my own orgasm hit me hard, coating my fingers with my thick, white come.

You see, my name is Alex.


Lana acted like nothing was amiss when she emerged from her room an hour later. There was no way that she didn’t hear the noise I made, but she was smiling and chattering on about her classes while we ate lunch just like nothing had happened.

“Freshman English was actually an awesome class, Alex. Everyone bitches about how stupid the general education requirements are but it really just depends on if you get a decent teacher. Professor Edwards was able to make what could have been an incredibly generic class fascinating.” Lana punctuated each statement with a stab of her fork into her plate of salad.

Most people looked at Lana and saw a pretty girl with big boobs and nothing else, but Lana was smart. She graduated in the top 10% of her class and got an acceptance letter and a fat scholarship package from every school she applied to. Only a few months into college and she was thriving already.

“You always believed in me, Alex." Her softer tone caught my attention. The fork rested on the edge of her plate, abandoned as she spoke to me. "That really meant a lot. My Mom and Dad believed in me, but your parents are supposed to, even if you're a fuck up." She leaned back in her chair, sighing. "College is the first time in my life I've had teachers that don't look surprised when they discover I'm not an airhead. It's like I'm the first girl they've ever encountered that can write a thesis statement and use an eyelash curler." She grabbed the fork again and angrily speared a cherry tomato. "You never did that. Ever. I just wanted you to know that I noticed and that it means a lot."

I nodded solemnly, before cracking a grin and snatching the last piece of chicken out of her salad. “I always knew you were a nerd.”

The mood broken, Lana broke out in giggles, a loud, joyous sound I had missed around the house when she packed up and left for school. “‘A nerd,’ he says. I’ve seen your Lord of the Rings toys.”

Picking up the familiar argument from our childhood, I countered with, “They’re action figures!”

The juxtaposition of my goofy, just a little bit bossy friend and the goddess I had watched pleasure herself with my name on her lips only a few hours ago was disconcerting. By bringing it up myself, I was running the risk of destroying everything we had, but with what I had heard. . . how could I not take that risk?

“Are we going to talk about what happened at all?” I asked tentatively.

The smile faded from Lana’s face as quickly as if someone had slammed down a security gate. “Is there anything to talk about?” Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet.

“I think there is.”

Lana stood up and walked into the kitchen, her back stiff and her head down. I followed at her heels. “Lana, listen to me!” I grabbed her arm and spun her around to face me. “Lana, it’s okay.”

Her face was white and tears brimmed in her eyes. “It’s not okay, Alex. It's sick. You're my best friend. You're almost like my brother." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "If you knew some of the stuff I was into, you'd think I was an absolute freak."

“No sicker than I am.”

She lifted her bright blue eyes to stare into mine, shock written across her face. “You feel the same way?” she asked, in a hopeful voice.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. I slowly became aware of how close we were standing. I cloud smell the strawberry scent of her shampoo and feel the warmth radiating from her skin. She was close enough to touch, to kiss.

I kissed her.

Her lips felt like soft pillows under mine, and they tasted like cherry chapstick. Her mouth opened underneath mine and I caressed her tongue with mine, tasting the herbal sweetness of the tomatoes in her mouth. Her hands snaked around my back, pulling me closer to her. I could feel my cock beginning to stir again at her proximity and I rocked my hips against hers instinctively.

Lana froze and pulled back just enough to look down at the growing bulge in my pants. “Do I make you hard?” she asked coyly.

“Do I make you wet?” I countered.

She chuckled. “Touché. And yes, you do.” Her voice darkened. “Would you like to feel how wet you make me?”

I responded by gripping her hips and pulling her against me, letting her feel the hard line of my cock pressing against the softness of her mound. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed the zipper down, showing me a flash of her red panties. Then she took my hand and slipped it inside her pants.

Her pussy was shaved or waxed so my fingers slid easily over the bare flesh until I reached her lips. Gently, I slipped my finger in between them and felt her juices coat my fingers. She gasped as I began stroking her. Holding her gaze steadily, I pushed my finger inside of her pussy.

She was tight, and I could feel her walls pressing against my finger as I pushed it in deeper. Her grip on my shoulders tightened and a shiver went through her. I added a second finger easily and slowly started pumping them in and out of her body, as much as I could with the tight jeans still on her body. My thumb found the pink nub of her clit and I started rubbing it as well.

It would have been easy to rip the pants off of her and slip my cock into her, right here on the living room floor. Somehow fucking her with my fingers with both of us still clothed added to the forbidden nature of what we were doing. Best friends under the roof of my parents’ house.

“Ahhhhh!” she moaned. “Alex, don’t stop. I’m gonna- ALEX!” Lana almost shrieked my name as her orgasm washed over her. I could feel her inner muscles clenching my fingers as I wrung the aftershocks out of her.

My fingers were sticky with her juices when I eased them from her body. Lana leaned heavily against me, my body being the only thing holding her up. My cock throbbed at the proximity to her, and all I could think about was taking her upstairs and stripping those clothes off to reveal my friend’s beautiful body. That tight, wet pussy had felt fantastic squeezing my fingers and it would feel doubly amazing wrapped around my cock.

Lana’s hand squeezed my cock, and my knees almost buckled. I looked over to where her head was resting on my shoulder and saw the sly smile across her lips.

“Let’s go to my room,” she whispered.


The door clicked shut and Lana was on me, her mouth devouring mine like she was searching for the secrets of the universe. Her hands were busy between our bodies, stroking the bulge of my cock through the rough denim concealing it. I shivered as her dexterous fingers circled the head, painstakingly slowly rubbing down the length of the shaft, the fabric making it impossible to get the amount of friction I was longing for.

I felt her pop the button of my jeans and ease the zipper downward, inch by torturous inch. Freed from its denim prison, my cock jutted out of the V of my open fly, only covered by my thin cotton boxers.

Lana dropped to her knees, dragging my pants down with her.

“You should take your shirt off,” I asked.

She smiled. “Do you think a lot about my tits, Alex?" She wiggles out of the t-shirt she was wearing and tosses it up at me. Reflexively, I caught it before tossing it over my shoulder to land somewhere in the vicinity of the bed.

I didn’t bother replying to her question. My reaction was more than enough of an answer. Lana knelt on the carpet and looked up at me, that damn grin still pasted across her face as my eyes drilled into her tits the way I hoped my cock would be drilling into her pussy in a few minutes. Her breasts were hidden by a red, lacy thing that barely had enough fabric to be honestly called a bra. It was cut low enough that I could just see the pale pink edges of her areolas peeking over the edge of the bra.

“Do you think about sucking my nipples, Alex?” she asked innocently, tugging at the bottom of the bra just enough that her nipples popped out.

I nodded weakly.

“I was thinking about you doing that when I was in the shower.” One hand cupped her breast, squeezing the round flesh and pinching her nipple until it came to a hard point. Her right hand dipped between her legs, rubbing herself through the denim. “I was thinking about your mouth on my nipples, sucking them and biting them.” She moaned softly as she watched me with half closed eyes. “You should have seen me, Alex. I was leaning against the shower wall, just trying to not fall over while I pumped three fingers in and out of my pussy. It felt incredible but it just wasn’t enough to make me come. After a few minutes, I gave up and went into my room for my vibrator. When I saw you in the hallway. . . I kept wondering if you could smell my pussy and how wet it was for you.”

Lana unclipped a hook I hadn’t noticed hidden between her breasts. The bra popped open and those perfect tits swung free. She shrugged out of the bra and left it on the floor by my feet before leaning forward. “I couldn’t get that vibrator into me fast enough. I was so close and all I could think about was you sucking on my nipples and then sliding your dick in between my breasts.” A wet spot had formed on the front of my boxers, the fabric sticking to the head of my cock where the pre-come had soaked it. Lana’s mouth hovered over that spot, her hot breath making me shiver. “I want you to fuck me between my tits and then come on them. I want your come smeared all over my tits and my face.” Lana sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, her saliva further dampening the fabric as she sucked.

My balls tightened, and I knew I was dangerously close to blowing my load into her mouth before she even got my boxers off, but my sexually liberate, Cosmo-reading friend had a few tricks up her sleeve. Her hand gripped the base of my cock and squeezed, and the urgency to come right at that moment receded.

Lana took her mouth off my cock long enough to order, “Not yet” in a teasing tone and yank down my boxers before she dove right back in.

Her mouth was an inferno of wet heat, and she sucked my dick like she had been poisoned and I was packing the antidote. Her cheeks were hollowed and the loud slurping sounds she was making sounded sexier than the overenthusiastic moans of the videos I usually spent my nights watching.

Lana excelled at sucking dick. She had a goddamn 4.0 GPA with honors in cocksucking. She could get scholarships for this. Magna Cum Laude indeed. That soft pink tongue swirled around the head of my cock like I was her very favorite ice cream flavor before she opened wide and took me down to the root. If there was a gag reflex anywhere in her, I wasn’t seeing it.

She took her mouth off me just long enough to duck her head lower to lick the seam of my balls before lavishing one and then the other with thorough licks and sucks. I could feel my balls tightening and I knew my orgasm was imminent. Before I could even open my mouth to stammer a warning, Lana pulled her head back and grasped my cock in the perfect grip and started stroking me to completion.

“That’s right, Alex,” she cooed. “Come for me.” The first jet of my come landed squarely on her nipple. She leaned forward, brushing the head of my cock with those perfect round globes, never pausing as she milked my dick and painted creamy stripes across her tits. The last drop landed on her swollen pink lips and she looked up, meeting my eyes and slowly licked her lips.

I slumped back on the bed, kicking off the pants and boxers tangled around my feet and ripped off my shirt, pulling Lana on top of me. She wiggled out of those skintight jeans, and crawled on top of me, leaving herself just clad in her red panties.

“Do you want to see what’s inside these?” she asked, shyly pushing one side of the panties down over her hip.

“You know I do.”

“Do you want to see your best friend’s pussy?”

The forbidden words went straight to my cock. Even 18-year-olds take a few minutes to get it up again after coming, but the dirty, nasty words she was spouting made me want to fuck her until she couldn't walk.

"I want to see my best friend's pussy," I replied, grabbing the other side of those red cotton panties and pulling them down her hips. "I want to lick my best friend's pussy." I rolled the back down, revealing her toned ass to my gaze. "I want to fuck my best friend's pussy, and come inside." I pulled the panties the rest of the way off and started at that shaved porn star pink pussy, the lips soaking wet and open like a flower.

I pushed her back onto the bed and settled myself in between her splayed legs. I lowered my head and licked a stripe up the center of her slit, tasting the salty-sweet flavor of her juices. “Oh oh Alex!” she groaned, her hips bucking upward at that slight touch. I flattened my tongue and continued to lick as much of her as possible, starting below her pussy and following the curves of her body until I reached her clit. I pulled apart her lips to expose that swollen little nub and started flicking my tongue over it, quick touches that were giving her just enough friction to drive her crazy but not enough to make her come. Her juices were flowing down her thighs and I idly thought that we’d need to wash the comforter when we were done.

My dick was hardening already, and I thanked whoever might be listening for the refractory powers that came with being 18 because there was nothing in the entire world I wanted more than to ram my cock into Lana’s wet pussy.

I kissed my way up her body, pausing to suck at those perfect tits on the way and tasting the sharp flavor of my own semen clinging to her skin. Finally, I settled on top of her and the hard line of my penis rested between her legs, the head pressing against her opening.

"Fuck me, Alex,” she said, tilting her hips towards me and causing the head to slip inside her. I froze. I was inside my best friend. Her juices were dripping down my shaft and she was wiggling beneath me, trying to make me move. I shook myself out of the reverie and plunged forward, burying my cock to the root in her wet heat.

"God you feel fucking incredible," I had never had sex without a condom, and I hoped she was on the pill, but at this point, I didn't care. Her cunt was like a wet, hot fist gripping my dick. Every thrust took me deeper into her, and her inner muscles clenched around me, gripping me and pulling me deeper and deeper.

“Alex, Alex, Alex!” She chanted my name, her voice catching as every thrust jarred her body. I slid my hand between our bodies, finding her slippery clit and massaging it with my thumb, increasing the pressure gradually until she screamed - actually, legitimately screamed - my name as she came. Her entire body arched up of the bed, and I could feel her coming from the inside.

“Alex, come with me,” she gasped. “Fill me up with your come.”

Certainly not one to disappoint a lady, I rammed myself into her, the deepest thrust yet and came, having the most intense orgasm of my life. I felt like my soul was spilling out through my dick.

Afterward, we were both laying on the bed, exhausted and sweaty. My dick was still buried inside her. I slowly pulled out and flopped on the bed next to her. Her legs were splayed apart and I could see white globs of my come clinging to her folds.

“I know we should have been more careful,” she said, following the direction of my gaze. “I just wanted to feel you come inside me so badly.”

We dressed silently, each lost in our own thoughts. I watched her pull on her panties, and all I could think of was how much I wanted to rip them back off her, throw her down on the bed and keep fucking her until neither of us could move anymore. Until her body was so filled up with me that she could never forget my touch.


As much as I loved every dirty thing Lana did to me, there was one thought that kept nagging at me.

If you knew some of the stuff I was into, you’d think I was an absolute freak.”

Everything Lana and I had done together so far had been pretty standard. An absolute blast but definitely nothing that would make me think she was a freak. Obviously, Lana had some sort of secret fetish that she thought would bother me, but I was open and willing to try just about anything once.

If it took something a bit kinky to keep Lana happy, I’d be willing to try.

Lana and I were over at her house. The water was still off as we waited for the plumbers to finish the repairs, but Lana had a king sized bed so the relocation was definitely worth the inconvenience.

She was lounging on the bed, topless and looking far too sexy for her own good when I blurted out, “So what’s the stuff that will make me think you’re a freak?”

Lana tensed. She was silent for a long time, and I was starting to wonder if she ever intended to answer me when she spoke up.

“It’s. . . diapers.”

I looked up, confused. “Diapers?” I echoed as my mind struggled to understand this new part of Lana. After a few moments, I asked, "Do I wear them or you?"

Lana stared at me, seeming totally taken aback at my lack of horror. "I would," she answered slowly.

I nodded, speaking almost to myself I said, “So it’s kind of like domination and submission then. It’s about you giving up power, right?”

Lana continued to gaze at me like I was this unrecognizable thing. “Yeah, it is.” Slowly the tension drained out of her as she realized that I wasn’t about to run screaming into the night. “I hooked up with this guy at the start of freshman year, and he was heavy into a lot of stuff. He wanted me to call him Daddy and when I was okay with that, he said that he wanted to go further. That’s when he broke out the diapers for me to wear.” Lana paused, searching my face for any indication that this was freaking me out. “This is really okay with you?”

“It really is,” I replied. “It’s surprising, but I enjoy what we’re doing way too much to run away.” Lana didn’t make a move, so I added, “Okay, what do I do?”

Lana shivered, and I knew that movement had nothing to do with the cold temperatures outside. Lana’s confidence had always been something that attracted me to her, but this time it was like she flipped a switch and became someone else. Someone who was completely in my control.

“It’s a big, bad world out there,” he said, his voice pitched softer than normal. “A helpless girl like me needs someone to take care of her. Someone to focus on her every need. Her every need,” she repeated with emphasis.

Lana stood up and walked to his closet, pulling down a medium sized metal lockbox from the shelf. The key was plucked from the top shelf of his desk, and when she opened it up, there was a stack of diapers along with a package of wipes and a pacifier.

“Take off your clothes.”

There was no mistaking that for a request. I scrambled to pull off my t-shirt and jeans, my cock already swelling despite my slight apprehension. After I was naked, I laid down on the bed, fighting the urge to ask Lana what was coming next. Somehow I sensed that holding my tongue was the right choice for this moment.

“Do you want me to be your good girl?” Lana asked.

I nodded silently.

“Good. A good girl listens to Daddy. And I’m a very good girl. I like to do everything Daddy tells me to.”

I grabbed the stack from her and unfolded one of the diapers. The plastic crinkled loudly in the quiet room. Lana slowly pushed down her jeans, kicking them off and leaving herself bare before settling back on the bed, her legs spread just enough to give me a great view of that soft, pink slit. I knelt in front of the bed and lifted up her hips, sliding the diaper underneath her before fastening it around her body.

It looked. . . different. There was nothing unpleasant about the sight of the diaper covering her pussy and I asked out loud how it felt.

“Soft,” Lana breathed, her voice quiet and just a bit higher than normal. “It’s so soft. The cotton feels good against my pussy.”

I was surprised to realize just how hard I was already, my dick standing up in a straight line and already leaking pre-come across my stomach. Seeing Lana in a diaper had him rock hard before I even touched her.

“Do you want me to grow up big and strong, Daddy?” Jenny asked, his voice sounding choked with her own arousal as she reached for my cock.

“Yes, baby girl,” I said eagerly, my cock aching to be touched.

“I want some milk,” Lana begged, and I kneeled on the bed in front of her as I brought my dripping erection closer to her face. “I need to drink all your milk, Daddy.”

I rubbed my cock against her lips, smearing them with precome before pushing inside. The taste of salt filled her mouth, and she started sucking. My hand gripped her long hair, holding her still as my cock sawed in and out of her open mouth.

A litany of dirty talk poured out of me. “That’s right. You’re my good girl. Keep sucking. Daddy’s going to come all over your face. I bet you’re dripping wet inside that diaper-“ My voice was cut off as I came, the newness of the situation lowering my stamina a bit. It was no matter. I’d be hard and aching for round two soon enough.

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