Losing More than Luggage – Part Three

"Oh, my god – my feet are killing me! That was some day, wasn't it?" Ava's voice was edged with fatigue, but even so the tired smile she turned on her fiancé Forest was one full of elation. "I mean, a good day. A great one, even. But eight hours of wedding shopping is enough to take it out of anyone, isn't it?"

Forest nodded, easing off the accelerator as they neared the apartment complex they called home. "Sure is," he agreed simply, memories of multiple store waiting lobbies and the playful chatter of Ava and her best friend washing through his mind. God, they needed so much stuff! Shoes and tights and slips and underwear – and not just for Ava, either. There was the bridesmaids, and the mother of the bride, and…

"Thanks for letting me come along, though." And yes, he meant it. "I mean, I know I don't really know much about all that stuff. And I definitely shouldn't get to see your dress until the big day. But, you know, at least this way I still get to feel part of the process…"

Ava leaned over and patted his shoulder affectionately. "Aww, you're such a good guy, babe! I really am the luckiest girl in the girl, aren't I?" Forest grinned self-consciously, maneuvering deftly into the parking space and shutting off the ignition. "Well, I don't know about that. But it is our engage-aversary, after all. And I really want to make sure I'm making it a special day – as special as it was last year when you said yes."

"Aww, stop it! Come here, you silly thing…"

Two minutes later, the shameless kissing having been taken care of, the duo were making their way up the sidewalk, arms loaded full with a motley assortment of bags and boxes. "Now, remember: your engage-aversary gift is in here, so no peeking!" Ava grinned over the stack of boxes as she maneuvered in through the door and up the stairs. "Now all I need you to do is tell me, babe: do you want your surprise now, or wait until after supper?"

Forest shuffled through into their little apartment before dropping the load of bags onto their shared bed. "Well, um… I dunno. I'm not that hungry after the ice cream this afternoon, so… maybe now?" He shrugged self-consciously, backing out of the room in the direction of the kitchen. "Gotta be honest, it still feels weird not getting you anything in return…"

"Don't you remember?" Her voice was lilting with good-natured amusement, her grin widening as she set down her own load of tissue-concealed purchases. "I said I don't need anything today: nothing but you and and your cooperation. So… I still get that, right?"

"Of course." Forest's brow furrowed momentarily as the bedroom door swung closed, and Ava's voice reached him through its muffling thickness. "Then it's all good! You do whatever you want there, and I'll have your present ready in just a couple of minutes. Don't go anywhere, babe!"

"Oh, I won't…" No, he most certainly wouldn't. His imagination was already running wild with what Ava and her friend Gina might have cooked up for him. They'd spent an insane amount of time at not one, but two lingerie stores. They'd spent even more time in multiple department stores, trying on heaps of clothing that he'd eventually quit even glancing at. So… what had she found?

Probably some sexy lingerie, surely. Some flimsy babydoll nightgown, right? Or maybe a super-skimpy thong and bra? Heck, he'd seen one of those mannequins wearing a very strappy, black, dominatrix-looking affair – and Ava already knew well how he liked the idea of being dominated in the bedroom. Was he about to see that door open and find her dressed up like some half-naked leather-bound villainness… just like one of his wet teenage dreams? Or maybe like that- that Sharon person they'd met last fall? That time when his luggage had- had gone missing. And he- he'd been forced to wear-

Ugh, no – not gonna think about that! Think instead about Ava… naked… tight leather, and boobs, and those glorious thighs…

***

"Hon-eeee…? You can come in now…"

To say he was ready would be an understatement. Maybe it really had been only five minutes. But, well… it had been a good while since their last romp in bed. His imagination was afire with all kinds of unholy possibilities. He'd already tugged off his shirt and pants in anticipation of what might be about to happen. And yes, he'd already been surreptitiously rubbing against the counter as he waited, grinding his growing erection slowly into its unyielding surface…

"Okay! Coming!" Heh. With any luck, before long they both would be doing exactly that.

But the sight that met his widening eyes was nothing short of stunning.

"Ta-da!" Ava stood there, clad in nothing but her simple blue bra and matching panties, her hands waving enthusiastically over an array of garments laid out on the bed. "Look, babe – I got you a super-special outfit! Here, why don't you come over here and I'll explain it all to you?"

It's- it's pink. It's a dress- a freaking dress! It- wait, are those tights? And what is- is that?! Is that… Oh, god, no. NO!

"Now, that's better," she smiled, guiding her flabbergasted fiancé toward the bed, one hand firmly between his shoulders. "See, it's been awhile since that mix-up during our Chicago trip last fall. Remember that, babe? How your luggage got all confused with someone else's, and we had to put you in those embarrassing, girly adult baby-"

"I know," he snapped, eyes still fixed on the horrifyingly frilly garments before him. But Ava merely giggled and cut him off before he could go on. "And honey… remember what else? How adorable you looked? And how freakishly, insanely horny seeing you like that made me?"

Forest grew silent, his cheeks flaming as the remembered taste of her dripping pussy seemed to coat his tongue once again. God, he would never forget that as long as he lived! How she'd pinned him down, made him eat her out… And how she'd cum over and over and over again, until he was despairing of her ever stopping…

"Well." She bent close and planted a luscious, slow kiss full on his parted lips. "I think we both deserve something like that again, babe – don't you? And see, today we finished getting the final bits we needed." She flashed a conspiratorial grin. "I mean, you've already got your suit and everything to be an amazing groom. But this, dear hubby-to-be, is your second outfit: the honeymoon night outfit. The one to make you into the my adorable, most perfect little baby flower-girl that ever was."

"Wait- what?! Flower- girl-"

"Hush now and try it on," she ordered, and now she spoke with a tone of fierce, eager command. "Look, we had to estimate as best we could. Gina's about your size, so we took her measurements and compensated a little on the boobs. You know…" and here her voice lilted into mocking babytalk. "Because sweet wittle fwower giwls don't gots dere boobies yet!"

"Ava, I- no, please- you know-" But she was already tugging off his boxers, leaving him standing there wearing nothing but a look of pleading chagrin on his face. "Get on the bed, you," she ordered, only partly joking. From beneath the frilly mass of petticoats she tugged the well-plumped disposable diaper: pink all over, a disturbingly thick booster already stuffed within its soft interior. "Come on, Forest! We both know this isn't your first diaper, after all. So quit that moaning, okay? Just lie there and think about it: how you're so naked and helpless… how I'm forcing you to obey me… how this pretty woman is about to wrap you and bind you and tie you up in the most humiliating, babyish outfit ever…"

Holy fuck. Why? Why, oh why was his stupid dick twitching with excitement? Why was every word sending chills and shivers of excitement sparking through him? He didn't quite know, any more than he knew why the sensation of her tightening the thickly bulging padding around his cock drew a whining moan to his lips. All he knew was… well, that he was along for the ride. And that somewhere deep inside him, some dirty corner of his soul was practically in heaven.

So it was that, ten short minutes later, he found himself rising obediently to his stocking-clad feet. Ava was leading him, giggling, toward the mirror – and with every waddling step, the swish of his petticoats and the crinkle of his barely concealed diaper set his pulse thudding with frenetic speed. Oh, no- no. And yet…

Oh, yes.

"Looking good, baby," Ava whispered in his ear, and he nearly fainted, caught between her sexy murmur and the stunning sight before him. There before him in the mirror stood a blushing wonder: a man, clearly, but so dolled up in the outfit of some oversized, party-going toddler that he was almost lost amid the frills. His flat chest was constricted, tightly bound within the smocked front of his bodice. From around his hips billowed the massive, tulle clouds of double petticoats, forcing the flowered pink fabric of his skirt outward and up almost to his waist. And yes… from underneath it all, bulging with all the shamelessly infantile glory of a triple-diapered, pants-soaking, pamper-packing baby girl, swelled his diaper. Pink. Plasticky. And dry… at least for now.

"I- I- Ava-" Forest stuttered. He was lost. Shivering with emotion. Dying from humiliation… and yet, somehow…

"Happy engage-aversary, baby," she whispered, nuzzling his ear with a low, womanly laugh. "Now then. Tell me again… you really, really wanted to give me a present in return tonight, right?" And even as he fumbled for words with stammering lips, she seized one hand and slid it slowly… deliberately… deep beneath her visibly soaked panties.

"You know what to do, sweetie," she ordered, voice hoarse with longing. And as he stumbled to his knees… as Ava's naked thighs towered over him, her lust-stained panties already tumbling down to her ankles… as his lips parted in sudden, mortified obedience…

The blushing groom-turned-flower girl found he did indeed know exactly what to do. It wasn't like he hadn't had practice before, after all.