Diapers, Maids, and Femboys Chap.1

Well, I finally started work on this. Here we go:

The characters in this are kemonomimi, not anthros.
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“Fulvioooo~ A message has come for you, sir.”

The maid of my house, a sweet young catgirl named Elizabeth, entered slowly into my room. A letter was in her hand, addressed to me. I took it quickly and sent her away.

My name is Fulvio Smithsgard. My family runs a maid service, so I've lived my life around cute women in french maid uniforms. But, of course, I'm not allowed to get too close to any of them, so it isn't as amazing as you'd think.

I'm your average foxboy: somewhat short in height, big and fluffy tail, and pointy ears sticking out sideways from my head. I didn't really think I looked that impressive. I'm just not an impressive person.

The sun was starting to set, so I cracked a window open to feel the cool summer breeze flow through my room. It was in the middle of summer, so the weather was just perfect for relaxing day after day. And my family's business was booming. People desired maids, especially cute, sexy maids, and so we were living the dream...I wish. We made a pretty good living but we weren't luxuriating endlessly or anything.

As I walked back to my desk, I took a good look at myself in my room's mirror. “Man, the sun's making my hair look pale—well, it IS white...speaking of my hair, I really should comb my tail soon...” I took my massive tail (it was merely a characteristic of us fox-people) and ran a hand through its fluffy, plush fur, ending at the small white tip. “Well, at least people like my tail.”

I went back to my desk and opened the letter. What was inside would change my summer forever:

“Dear mister F.S (any reason for the initials?): I saw your ad online for your services. As I can take it, you're a male fox of 19 years, and you're offering to be a maid? I am highly interested in this offer, especially if you're the twink-ish figure you say you are. I'm willing to pay $50 a day, and I'll give you free rent and money for supplies. If you can do such, I'd like for you to visit my house at the following address....”

I had placed such an ad, but I was quite honestly shocked that anyone took up the offer. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, a scheme to make some quick cash. But could I really back out now? I mean, I always wanted to see what it would be like to be someone's maid—I was always surrounded by them. Crossdressing was something rather normal to me, even, as my parents would quite often demand that I pretend to be one of their employees.

I held the letter with sweaty hands. It soon became apparent that I was breathing somewhat irregularly, my breaths out of sync and jumbled. “Hah...haha....this is quite interesting...”

A painful tightness formed in my pants. Cross-dressing, normal or not, was still a fetish of mine. Actually, being someone's submissive servant was one as well...I envied the maids of my family's business. Our business was unlike most—customers were allowed to get a lot more “personal” with them, as long as the maid consented. We not only cleaned houses, we satisfied sex drives. Our maids got to not only take orders from others while wearing skimpy outfits, they were paid to do it...lucky bitches.

I felt my hand reaching to my thick erection, now stuck underneath my underwear painfully. A slight un-zip of my pants and my hand was caressing my warm, throbbing dick.  Almost subconsciously, I started to rub it, feeling the built-up tension rising inside of me. The pleasure began to build up, slowly at first, but faster and faster, my hand itself going faster and faster, until I was moaning from the pleasure as it coursed throughout my penis. “Haaaaa....yes, faster....haaaaa~” I was reaching my limit...I couldn't take much more before it erupted out of me like a--

“Sir Fulvio?”

Shit! I forgot to leave my door closed! But is was already too late—I was orgasming as she opened the door, my hips rhythmically moving to the waves of pleasure going throughout my body. A substantial amount of white, milky cum shot out of my dick, falling and coating my crotch; it was somewhat stick and cold. Some more slowly escaped as the waves died down.

I leaned back in my chair, panting and blushing from being discovered. Dammit, I swore I had locked my door! (Now she's gonna think that I was jacking off to her or some shit, dammit!) But, she didn't; rather, Elizabeth looked at me like I was some kind of endearing child.

“Oh Master Fulvio~” She laughed. “You're such a naughty boy.”

Ugh, woman, don't say it like that. Now I felt even more embarrassed. I couldn't even look her in the eye. “Please, go away...”

“But I'm your maid. Now give me those clothes so I can wash them.”

I sighed and did as such. As she walked off, I wondered just what the fuck I was doing with my life. (Maybe I should just restart my life from childhood...if only real life had New Game +)

I didn't know it at the time, but the “restart my life from childhood” was closer to reality than I thought.

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The next day I made my way to the place listed in the envelope after my parents left to tend to the business. It was a small one-story house located in the same neighborhood as mine. There was one car in the driveway and the place seemed rather small, so this guy must've lived alone.

I had come with only one suitcase, holding nothing more than 7 different maid outfits. I was wearing one of them, incidentally. I wanted to look sharp as soon as I came (Elizabeth had given me the full deal—even donating one of her pairs of black satin thigh-highs), but I had underestimated how difficult walking with an immense boner in your pants was. I had stopped several times just so I could jack off secretly behind a bush or somesuch. It felt nasty and...kind of hot. I really had the most fucked up sexuality ever.

Most of the people in my town had gotten used to my cross-dressing, so my walk was rather uneventful. I prepped myself mentally for the upcoming encounter. I needed to look sharp for this man.

…It wasn't that I liked men, though. I just...well, it seemed like an interesting experiment. Maybe I should've asked for a woman. I swore to myself that I didn't like men. Somehow, it felt like lying to myself.

I walked up to the house and rang the doorbell once. A few seconds later, it was opened.

My best friend of all time, Nichalos Deltos, was standing in the doorway.

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Fuck...

Fuck.

FUCK.

The last person I wanted to see, or, hell, EXPECTED to see was staring me right in the face while I was wearing a maid outfit. With a boner in my pants. And I was here to be his goddamn servant.

Me and Nich had broken up years ago, even though we kept each other in our hearts. To see him again should've have been a good thing, but right now it was the most awkward thing ever.

It didn't help that Nich was everything I wasn't. A cat-boy, he was tall, handsome, charismatic. He was a prettyboy who got the attention of all the ladies. Even genetics had blessed with hair tinged a royal purple and two of the finest ears I had ever seen on a catboy. Plus his tail was...playful. Yes, playful.

I swear, I didn't want him to tail-fuck me with it. I didn't. That was just my imagination going wild as images of him doing such a nasty act filling my head. It's not like I wanted that or anything. My boner getting even more engorged meant nothing. Absolutely nothing....

Of course, I couldn't speak. Nich was forced to break the ice. “So, Fulvio. We meet again.”

I didn't respond. Every part of my body felt like it was about to explode from tension and shame.

“Why the long face? This is a reunion!” He patted me on the back, nearly making me jump. “You're a pretty cute guy, you know. You're pretty cute without the maid outfit, but with it...I'd tap you in a heartbeat, I'm just saying.”

I felt his red eyes leering over every bit of my body. When he said “I'd tap you”, my heart skipped a beat. “Um...hi...this is probably the worst possible time for a re-union.”

“Oh no, come on in.” He led me inside. His place was pretty nice—last time I had seen him, he was stil with his family in a lower-class house filled with problems. But this place didn't suffer any of that. The flooring was a plush and comfortable carpet that seemed to melt into my be-socked feet, and the walls were a nice wood finish. A small kitchenette on my left opposed a spacious living room with a leather sofa. No TV, oddly enough...

“Moving up in the world, I see.” The boner in my pants was starting to get annoying. I really had to jerk off....

“Yes, indeed.” He boasted. “I convinced my parents to start a restaurant with their skills and now we're a little higher up on the food chain.”

“Good for you...” I awkardly sat down on his sofa. It was at that point that I noticed that there was a small package of something white near a desk of his. “So, about my little ad.”

“Yes...” He came over and say next to me. I could feel my heart skip a beat again. My erection throbbed painfully yet again. “I say we begin now. You wouldn't mind, right?” He put one finger on my chest sensually, and began to trace it down to my crotch. I yelped and blushingly pushed him away, but he only held me by the collar of my dress. “Fulvio, I'm going to ask you an odd question. What do you think of when you think of diapers?”

...That was quite possibly the most random question I had ever been asked. “Uh...what the hell?”

“Just answer the question.”

Well...babies and old people? I answered as such and he laughed. “What's so funny?”

“Nothing.” He got up and walked over to the small package. When he picked it up, I could see what it was.

It was a package of adult diapers.

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“Fulvio...” I noticed that he was actually blushing. Nich never blushed. He simply didn't lose his cool like that. “I...I have a diaper fetish. And well, I always thought you would look cute in them. So I took the ad knowing it was you. Will you please indulge me?”

I didn't know what to say at first. Nich clearly felt strongly about this, as he broke his normally aloof exterior to tell me this. But...diapers? What the fuck? Was I really going to have to wear them? I mean, only babies and incontinents wore them, right? And to learn that my best friend had a pretty weird fetish was a pretty disorienting blow if I'd say so myself (though, there had been warning signs over all these years. Nich had always wanted to walk through the diaper isles of stores and loved to joke about wearing them).

However, one part of my mind was interested. One part of my psyche wanted me to go forth. I didn't know why at the time, but maybe I was just a natural diaper fetishist and never thought about it. Maybe I was just kinda out of it at the time. Maybe I spent too much thinking about these kinds of things.

“Maybe I will, Nich.” It was about all I could say, because I was too busy wracking my brain to see if I actually had a damn diaper fetish or not.

He sighed in pure relief. “I was worried that you'd say no.” He walked over to me and sat down again, still holding the package. “But deep down, I knew you'd say yes, actually. I'd bet that you want me to take this further, right?” His mouth contorted into a devious grin. I couldn't help but get horny thinking about what he meant. Dammit, this man was a tease.

“What do you mean but that?”

He stifled a laugh with his hand. “I'm just saying...Fulvio, you're a natural Adult Baby and you don't even know it.” He put his hand on my crotch, which responded by going crazy. “I bet you'd love the things I'm going to do...”

“Nich, what are you--” I stopped as he began to pull on the lace panties I was wearing, slowly pulling them off of my legs. My dick as now in plain sight for him to see. With a small tear of the package, he pulled out one of the diapers. It was incredibly thick, and pure white. Somehow, seeing it, and thinking of how embarrassing and childish it was...it made me horny beyond all belief. I felt my hands reaching for my crotch, but Nich pushed them away.

“Nuh uh—let daddy take care of that...but only after your diaper's on, okay?” He quickly set to work unfolding it and placing it under my butt. It was soft, plushy, and truly thick. Quickly, he pulled it up and taped it snug and tight, making sure to route my tail through the small hole in the back built for it. “How does it feel?”

To tell the truth, it was indescribable. It felt as if there was a pillow between my legs. I just couldn't believe how thick this thing was, nor how goddamn horny it made me feel. The snug fit meant that it was constantly grinding against my dick if I dare moved an inch. Even the smallest movements of my legs would make cause waves of pleasure to course throughout my penis.

I liked it. No, I loved it. It was so damn comfy and plush, so soft and comforting, that I took to it like a fish to water. “I...wow, it's actually really comfy.”

“I'm glad you like it.” He was smiling this time. Seeing him happy, well, made me happy. I was his maid after all. To make master happy was my ultimate goal.”

“I'm glad master's happy...”

He shook his head in dissapproval. “I'm not 'master' anymore. I'm 'daddy'.”

“Uwa...why?” I titled my head in confusion.

“Because now, you're my personal little baby AND maid.”

The words repeated themselves in my head. I was not just a maid, but his own baby foxboy. I had heard of these kinds of people before—Adult Babies, I thought they were called. Stumble around the internet enough and you'd be amazed what you'd find. Truth to be told, the idea interested me a tiny bit. I mean a TINY bit. Maybe it was because I lacked a childhood. My parents had always left the raising to our maids. I never really connected with either of my parents because of that, so I always had craved for a chance to experience that. But I had always told myself it was impossible.

Maybe it wasn't so impossible. “Yeah, I guess so...daddy.” Saying that word filled me with an indescribable sense of safety and hornyness. I really needed a release soon.

Nich was grining from ear-to-ear. “Thanks, Fulvio.”

God, what did I do to deserve this life? My whole life was a damn mess. I was born into a family who owned a maid company. I spent much of my early years surrounded by beautiful women and cross-dressed so much I fetishized it. Just today, I had accidently jerked off in front of my family's personal maid, then walked over to a guy's house in a french maid outfit and thigh-highs and lace panties with a perpetual boner. Then I had just found out that my best friend gets horny off of diapers and I probably did too,plus he wanted to treat me like a baby and I probably wanted to reciprocate the feelings because I was just that fucked up and probably harbored some screwed-up daddy issues.

Also I was probably gay.

This was going to be the weirdest fucking month of my whole life.