The Quarterback’s Reckoning
Chy was the king of campus. He was handsome. He was popular. He was the quarterback of the football team. He’d dated almost every girl he’d been interested in, until he’d gotten bored and moved on. His grades were even pretty good, considering how little time he actually spent in class. So as he and Mike headed to the big party that Friday night, he was confident they’d have a great time.
Mike was a big guy, also on the football team, a running back. Chy and Mike had been best friends since they’d been next door neighbors as children. When they’d decided to go to the same college, they’d rented a small house with a room for each of them, right next to campus. Chy enjoyed hanging out with Mike… usually. Mike could be pretty mean.
Their school was just a small community college, but it was highly rated, and their team, the Broncos, was very competitive. Mike and Chy had led the Broncos to the championship. The game was being held at their stadium in two weeks, facing off against the Hawks from the next state over. The whole school was buzzing with anticipation.
They arrived at the party and walked in, and were quickly surrounded by their teammates and friends. They spent the next few hours talking and drinking. After a few beers, they heard a familiar voice, and spotted Kara on the other side of the room.
Chy and Mike had known Kara since second grade, when she’d moved in during the middle of the year. She was… different. She kept her hair in a gothic style, wore patchy mismatched clothes, and only socialized with a few misfits. Since the day she’d moved in, Mike and Chy had mocked her relentlessly. Not wanting to miss an opportunity, they headed over.
“Hey, freak,” said Mike. It was his favorite term for her. He’d been using it since second grade.
She turned and saw them. “Leave me alone, you two,” she demanded. “I’ve been taking your bullshit for years, and I’m sick of it! If you don’t stop right now, you will both SERIOUSLY regret it.”
“Wow, feisty!” said Mike.
“Don’t be like that, Kara,” Chy said. “It’s not like anyone else here is going to talk to you.”
“I talk to who I want to talk to. That doesn’t include you. Go. Away.”
“Why are you even at this party anyway? Shouldn’t you be out doing loser things with your loser friends?”
“I told you to leave me alone, told you you’d regret it, but you’re still annoying me. FINE! My friends may be losers, but at least they’re real friends. You wouldn’t know what that’s like. You guys don’t give a shit about each other, you just like hanging out. Neither of you has ever cared about anyone except yourself,” she said. “But that’s about to change. How about you take care of each other?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chy asked.
“The first one will be a surprise,” she told him. “The second, you’ll ask for.”
“You’ll find out tomorrow,” said Kara, then added cryptically, “and remember, you can’t take them off until you both can’t talk!”
She snapped her fingers and walked out the door.
“What was all that about?” wondered Chy.
Chy woke up late the next morning, needing to pee. But… he had something in his mouth. It felt like rubber, the soft kind that springs back when you squish it or bend it. It was shaped to fit his mouth. Still half asleep, he tried to spit it out, but it didn’t budge. His room was too dark to see, so he examined it by touch.
Only half was in his mouth. The other half made a circle around his lips, felt like hard plastic, and had… a handle? It reminded him of something. It seemed like… a pacifier. But, like, a big one, not baby-sized.
Fully awake now, he grabbed the handle and tried to pull it out. It didn’t move. He could shift it side to side, move it all around his mouth, but somehow it just wouldn’t come out. He yanked hard enough he thought it might break, then as hard as he could, but it stayed right where it was.
He started getting out of bed to turn on the light when he felt another weird thing. He’d gone to bed nude, but there was something wrapped around his crotch. Something tight, and soft, and thick. Really, really thick. He let go of the thing in his mouth and reached down to find smooth plastic. His heart sank. He had a pacifier in his mouth… was this what he thought it was?
It started rustling as he got out of bed. He made his way to the light, crinkling with every step, and flipped it on. It was actually worse than he’d feared: not only was it a diaper, it was a big, thick, baby animal cartoon diaper with a wide, brightly colored tab on each side. It was absolutely infantile, and he was wearing it!
Beyond freaked out, his only thought was to get it off. What if someone saw him in it? He’d never live it down!
Frantic, he pulled on the colorful tabs. They held fast, no matter how hard he pulled. He tried to slide the diaper down. It didn’t budge. He tried to rip the plastic, but couldn’t.
Chy started feeling light-headed. The pacifier! It was making it hard to breathe. He yanked at it again, not really hoping. Giving up, he opened his mouth wide around it and took a few deep breaths.
He stepped over to the mirror. There he was, 22 years old, in great shape, muscular, well defined arms, chest, and legs, rockin’ abs, an enormous baby-blue paci in his mouth, and an oversized, juvenile diaper tight around his junk. He looked like some kind of giant man-baby. He stood there staring at his childish reflection, wondering how this had happened and how to get out of it.
But soon he had a new concern. He’d had a lot of beer at the party, and hadn’t peed since bedtime. His body was telling him it was time. In fact, it had been insisting it was time, past time, for a while now. He’d been too distracted to notice. Now it was too urgent to ignore.
Chy had a dreadful thought. He was in the biggest, most babyish diaper he’d ever seen, he couldn’t get it off, and he badly needed to pee. He was afraid he knew what would happen next.
He spent the next few minutes trying to think of anything he could do. He tried to reach inside, pull his cock out, and pee around the diaper, but it was too tight to get his hand in, either top or bottom. Shit! He couldn’t even touch himself!
He grabbed his scissors to cut it off, but the diaper was so tight he couldn’t get them in. He even tried his knife, but though the blade was razor-sharp, the diaper somehow didn’t cut.
Eventually, despite his desperate efforts, a trickle started coming out. It was warm, very warm. It flowed around inside his diaper, then settled, and made the padding even thicker.
Chy gave up and hesitantly relaxed. Pee started flowing, first slowly, then full force, and as it kept going and going he worried the diaper might leak. It didn’t. After what seemed an eternity, the urgent need was gone, which was a huge relief, but his swollen diaper felt disgusting, and he was grossed out that he was standing there in his own pee. A lot of it.
Chy again looked in the mirror. There he was, in a wet diaper for the first time since he was a baby. It was obvious his diaper was soaked. It was even thicker than before, and the baby animals in front had turned noticeably yellow. Looking at himself with his paci and his soggy cartoonish diaper, he again tried to think of how this had happened. Who would want to do this to him?
He went over the strange conversation at the party. She had said some really weird things.
He looked up her number in the student directory and texted: “What did you do to me?”
The reply came quickly: “Chy? I bet you look SUPER cute. 😃 Pics?”
Chy felt all the blood rush to his face, and thought, “Pics of me in my diaper? That is never happening. Fuck…. Kara’s not going to help….”
His next thought was, “Wait…. MY diaper? When did this go from A diaper to MY diaper? Um…. When I wet it? Damn…. I guess it’s mine now.”
Then he had another thought: “Kara said we would BOTH regret it….”
The more he thought about it, the more Chy was convinced Mike was also having a bad morning. But how to ask him? If he was wrong, and Mike found out about the babyish diaper and paci, he would never let Chy live it down. But he was pretty sure he was right, and he needed to do something.
So he sent a discreet message: “Hey Mike! How’s everything going this morning?”
Mike responded immediately: “Weird.”
Chy: “Me too. Like, weirdest day of my life weird.”
Mike: “Me too. Wake up chewing on something?”
Chy: “Yes. Can’t get it out. You?”
Mike: “Still there. Nothing’s worked.”
Chy: “And wearing other… unusual… stuff?”
Mike: “… Yeah. No luck getting that off either.”
Chy picked out his largest clothes and put them on. His diaper felt weird under his stretched jeans. To his chagrin, he realized being soaked was making them stretch more.
Mike arrived a minute later. He was wearing a long shirt and large pants that didn’t quite hide the huge bulge under them, and he had a pastel green pacifier in his mouth.
Chy started to speak, and suddenly realized his binkie was going to be a problem.
“I cna’t plul it out,” he said.
“I cna’t plul my pcifiaer out,” he said, showing Mike he was trying, and failing, to pull his paci out.
Mike nodded. He too tried and failed. “Stcuk,” he confirmed.
Since it was hard to see his own paci, Chy examined Mike’s, trying to figure out what held it in. He grabbed the handle and pulled, and was surprised when it easily came free.
Mike was ecstatic. “Damn, man, thank you! That’s so much better!”
Excited, Chy tried to pull his own pacifier out. It didn’t move. But when Mike tried the handle, Chy’s paci popped out too.
“Damn, man, that is better,” said Chy. “So… uh… you woke up like that?”
“Yeah,” Mike said quietly.
“Cutesy infantile babyish diaper?”
Mike blushed. “Yes,” he admitted.
“No luck getting it off?”
“Chy, I’ve tried everything. Nothing works. What’s happening?”
“You remember how certain she seemed that we’d regret teasing her? How she promised something would happen tomorrow, well, today?”
“Yeah,” Mike replied slowly.
“Well, I think this is it. And if it is, I have to say that I am so regretting ever messing with her.”
“Let’s talk to her and get her to fix this! Or make her!”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, man,” Chy said. “She totally planned this. What if she can do worse?”
“Worse? What could be worse?”
“What if she comes up with something? Look what she already came up with! Besides, I texted her a few minutes ago, and she just said I probably looked cute, and wanted pics. She’s not going to help.”
“Pics?” Mike shuddered. “No way. Fine. We leave her alone, then. But what are we going to do?”
Chy considered, then hesitated. He and Mike had hung out since forever, but there are lines that guys don’t cross, and the only thing he could think of was way on the other side. But he couldn’t think of anything else, so he finally began, “So, um…. I don’t know quite how to say this…”
“Just say it,” Mike said. “Today’s already crazy.”
Chy reluctantly started talking. “So, um, I was able to take your pacifier out when you couldn’t…. Maybe I can, like, take your diaper off, even though you can’t?”
Mike looked shocked. “Wait, you want to change my diaper?!?”
“I don’t want to CHANGE it, I want to REMOVE it!” Chy said. “I can’t think of anything else. It worked on the pacifiers. We have to do something. You can try on me instead if you’d like.”
Mike started to say something, stopped, started again, stopped again, and then hesitantly said, “Shit! Fine. But your diaper, not mine.”
“Fine,” Chy agreed. He undid the button and zipper on his jeans and pulled them off, exposing his colorful diaper.
“Man, you totally look like a huge baby!” Mike said, laughing.
Chy’s face went beet red. This was humiliating, and Mike’s expression was NOT helping. “Just do it, man!”
Mike examined Chy’s diaper, looking at first resigned, then surprised, then finally incredulous. He laughed again. “Dude! The front of your diaper is totally yellow. Are you wet? Seriously?!? Wake up in a diaper and you PEE in it?”
Chy wanted to die. “I couldn’t hold it.”
“Obviously not. Man, look at this thing! You’re soaked like a toddler!”
“Of course not. I’m not a fucking baby!”
“But unless we get these off, you will be,” Chy said. “And you know it.”
Mike’s worried expression showed he did.
“So let’s get this over with already!” Chy said.
“Fine,” Mike grudgingly agreed.
Mike hesitantly approached Chy. In what was easily the most awkward moment of their twenty-year friendship, he reached down to Chy’s soaking animal print diaper, reached for one of the colorful tabs, and tried to pull it off.
Mike jerked his hand away, seeming relieved. “It didn’t work.”
“Damn. I really hoped it would,” Chy sighed. An idea came to him. “But I think I might know why.”
“Do you remember what Kara said, ‘you can’t take them off until you both can’t talk’?”
“Sounds familiar,” Mike agreed.
“Could ‘can’t talk’ have something to do with the pacifiers? I could barely understand you when you had yours in. Maybe we can’t remove the diapers unless the pacifiers are in our mouths?” Chy suggested.
“Great,” Mike griped. “This just keeps getting better and better. It’s your idea, you first.”
Chy grabbed his blue paci. He touched it to the side of his mouth, then pulled it away. It didn’t stick. Next he touched his lips with it, then pulled it back again. “Maybe it only works once?” he said hopefully.
“Just do it, man,” Mike said. “We’ll know soon enough.”
Chy hesitantly put his binkie to his lips and slid it into his mouth, feeling it glide across his tongue. He tried to pull it back out, but couldn’t.
“I guess that answers that,” Mike said. “But I’m not putting mine in until I know yours still comes back out.” He pulled on it, and it came free easily. “Ok, fine,” he said disgustedly. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”
They put their binkies in their mouths and then, in another very awkward friendship moment, Mike again reached for a colorful tab on Chy’s soaked diaper. This time, it came free the moment he pulled.
As Mike pulled the tab free, two things happened. First, Chy felt all the energy drain from his body. He only barely stumbled to his bed before he collapsed. Second, a new, dry, animal print diaper appeared out of nowhere right beside him.
“Are you oaky?” Mike mumbled around his binkie.
Mike pantomimed a thumbs-up, with a questioning look.
Chy tried to move, but only succeed in moving his head, which he shook.
“Waht’s wrnog?” Mike asked
“Cna’t mvoe,” Chy explained.
“Npoe,” Chy said with a worried look.
“Tkae it off!” said Chy. He was tired of being wet and gross.
Mike undid the other tab and opened Chy’s diaper. It looked surprisingly thick and heavy, and was quite yellow inside. He tried to pull the diaper off, but Chy’s weight held it in place. Realizing Chy couldn’t help, Mike lifted his friend up, pulled the soaked diaper from between his legs, and set him back down, while Chy lay helpless, humiliated.
“Ok, now waht?” Mike asked.
Chy was relieved the disgusting diaper was gone, but he still couldn’t move. He spent the next few moments searching for a way, any way, out of his predicament. He looked around the room until his eyes settled on the clean diaper next to him. More of Kara’s words came to mind: “The first one will be a surprise. The second, you’ll ask for.” The first diaper had indeed been a surprise, a horrible, appalling surprise. He couldn’t just lie here forever. There was only one way out. Dying inside, he knew he needed to ask his teammate and lifelong best friend to do something he would absolutely never have imagined.
His face burning, Chy shifted his binkie, looked at the new baby animal diaper, and asked Mike, “Chnage me?”
“Chnage you?” Mike asked in disbelief.
The awkward moments continued.
Mike rolled his eyes so far Chy was afraid they’d get lost, gave him a look that made him turn even redder, then sighed loudly around his binkie and got to work. He spread out the new baby animal diaper, lifted Chy, slid it under him, and set him back down.
As Mike reached to pull up the front of the new diaper, a pack of baby wipes appeared. He ignored them.
He got Chy’s new diaper ready and tried to grab one of the tabs to fasten it. It wouldn’t come off the backing. He pulled harder. It didn’t move.
He grabbed some baby wipes and started cleaning Chy’s intimate areas. Chy was mortified. He was lying there with a pacifier in his mouth, completely helpless, while his best friend changed his diaper like a baby! He’d never imagined, or wanted, Mike touching him there, but despite everything, he started getting hard. It had been a while. That’s being a guy, right?
After Chy was clean, the wipes disappeared, and a bottle of baby powder took their place. Mike, resigned, grabbed it.
As he sprinkled it on, the scent made its way to Chy’s nose. It smelled like baby, and he guessed that now he smelled like baby too. Wonderful.
Mike pulled up the front of the new diaper and again grabbed a colorful tab. It came off easily.
He fastened it to the animal print backing. It kept coming loose, until he got it in just the right spot. Finding the place for the other tab was easier. Once they were both attached, Chy’s diaper was again really tight.
Chy’s energy returned. He jumped up and quickly pulled on his pants, hiding his cartoon diaper.
They pulled each other’s pacis out again.
“I can’t believe I just changed the quarterback’s diaper!” Mike said. “What would the team say?”
“I honestly can’t believe you just changed me either,” Chy agreed, embarrassed. “But thank you. I feel so much better.”
“Let’s never talk about this again,” Mike suggested.
“But don’t you need to go?” Chy asked. “You can’t hold it forever. And unless you have any new ideas, your diaper’s your toilet. You changed me, I’ll change you,” he offered.
Mike seemed amused. “Chy, that’s the second time you’ve asked to change my diaper.”
“Fine,” Chy said. “Never mind!”
Mike hesitated, then said, “Um… actually….”
“Well, my problem’s worse…” Mike began delicately, “A lot worse. I ate too much at the party, and it’s not agreeing with me. I’ve been holding it for hours, and I don’t know how much longer I can last….”
It took a moment for Chy to understand what his friend was saying. “Wait a second, Mike. Are you telling me you’re going to shit your diaper?!?”
“I’m trying really hard not to!” Mike said. “I’m sorry for mocking you. I couldn’t get my diaper off, and I was worried I wouldn’t last, and you already hadn’t…. I panicked. I’m sorry.”
“I guess I kind of understand,” said Chy. “Hey, I have an idea! How about we sit you on the toilet, take your diaper off, and then you can just go?”
Mike seemed relieved. “Let’s do it!”
They walked down the hall to the bathroom. Mike took off his pants, and Chy got his first view of his friend’s diaper. It was thick and babyish like his own, and covered in firetrucks. He couldn’t resist: “Nice diaper, Mike!”
Mike blushed. “Shut up!” he said. He lifted the toilet lid and sat down.
They put their pacifiers in. Chy undid the tapes on Mike’s diaper and pulled it off, supporting him as he went limp.
They waited several minutes. Nothing happened, except that Mike’s face looked more and more strained.
After about ten minutes Mike sighed and said, “Cna’t.”
Getting a diaper onto a helpless person sitting on a toilet didn’t look easy, so Chy lifted Mike down to the floor. No new diaper had appeared, but the old one was still clean, and the tabs still stuck, so he put it back on Mike, then they pulled their pacis.
As Mike stood up, he looked terrified. “It’s getting worse and worse! The whole time I was sitting there I felt like I would explode, but it wouldn’t come out! And now I can’t stop it!” he whined. “Please, NOOOO!!!” he yelled to no one in particular.
Chy looked down at the firetrucks. He couldn’t help it. He’d never seen a guy shit his diaper. It suddenly poofed in back, and started turning yellow in front.
Chy looked back up and saw Mike straining still. “Dude,” he said, “you’ve already gone full baby. You’re wet and messy. Just let it out!”
Mike blushed, hard, but then relaxed, and soon the sounds coming out the back of his diaper, and the spreading yellow on the front, confirmed he had definitely gone full baby.
“Well, this is awkward as hell, isn’t it?” Mike asked.
Mike hesitated, waiting for something. Finally he said, “You’re going to make me ask, aren’t you?”
“I’m not going to offer again. Besides, *I* was only wet.”
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m freaking out here. I can’t believe this is happening! In a poopy diaper like a baby…. FUCK! Change me?”
“I guess I have to, since you can’t,” Chy reluctantly agreed. “But on your bed.”
Mike headed to his room, followed by Chy, and a smell that was absolutely atrocious. “Man, you stink!!!”
He got to his room and slowly sat on his bed. When the messy diaper touched, he hesitated, then looked resigned and sat with a squish. He grimaced, then lay down.
They put their pacis in. Chy looked at his friend’s diaper. The firetrucks were surrounded by a field of yellow on the front, and tinged with brown around the legs. The smell was worse than he’d feared. He pulled the tabs, opened the diaper, and gagged. Mike’s firetruck diaper was disgusting. The stinky, slimy mess was everywhere. His balls and cock were resting in it, covered in it, as was most everything else.
“Ddue, waht did you eat?!?”
Through a furious blush, Mike muttered, “Tcaos.”
Chy grabbed Mike’s ankles and pushed them toward his head until his butt lifted clear of the poop, then held him there with his right hand. Using his left, he gently wiped the shit off his friend’s ass and everywhere else it had spread, being careful not to touch it himself. It took a while to finish. When he was done, Chy pulled the messy diaper off and replaced it with a new one, then set Mike down. The entire time Mike stared distantly at the ceiling. Eventually the baby powder appeared, and then a cream Chy didn’t recognize, which turned out to be for diaper rash.
“Diaper rash?” thought Chy. “Please be kidding me….”
He applied the cream, figured out where the tabs went, and eventually Mike was in a clean firetruck diaper. They took their pacis out.
“That never happened, okay?” Mike pleaded as he put his clothes back on.
They spent the day at home, afraid to go anywhere. It was a surprisingly normal day. They spent it how they usually spent their Saturdays, drinking beer, playing video games and watching Netflix.
Chy drank a lot, which made him have to pee. When he started getting uncomfortable again, he asked Mike, blushing, “Say, my best friend in the whole world…. Um…. What would you think of changing me again?”
“I’d love to say no,” Mike replied, “but I have to go too…. Change each other?” he suggested.
Being drunk made changing a little less awkward. And Chy was really glad wet diapers weren’t as horrible to change as messy ones.
The rest of the day was the same. When one of them couldn’t hold it, he would wet, and the other would change him. Chy was changed four times, Mike three. At 1:00 AM, after Chy had drunk way more than he should have, they wet and changed one last time, put on their most concealing pajamas, and headed to bed.
“Think maybe it’s just for a day?” Mike said hopefully.
“How long have we tormented her?” Chy replied sadly.
Chy woke up hung over, in just his diaper, with his binkie back in his mouth. As he stood up, he saw he’d been lying on top of the pajamas he’d put on the night before. Strange. Just in case, he tried to push the paci out, then tried to pull the diaper’s tabs off, but neither would move.
He badly needed to pee, and he knew what that meant. He had wet enough diapers now that it was getting easier, but it still felt weirdly warm as his diaper swelled.
As he was wetting, he realized he didn’t just need to pee. Ever since watching Mike shit his diaper the day before, Chy had dreaded that it would soon be his turn. It seemed “soon” was now. Drinking so much alcohol had been a bad idea. His guts were churning! If he absolutely had to he might hold out, but he wasn’t sure how long. Besides, then Mike would have to change him twice, which would just be inconsiderate.
That’s what he told himself, anyway. He knew what he needed to do, he just didn’t want to do it. But at least messing his diaper couldn’t be as bad as changing Mike’s, right?
So as he finished wetting, he pushed it all out with a moist gurgle, and felt it slide around his diaper until settling, filling up all the space, even squishing up between his balls. He was afraid his cock might be in it too; he couldn’t tell. It was slick and disgusting, and man, did it reek!
Feeling the mess in his gross diaper shifting with every movement, he put his pajamas back on and went looking for Mike to change him.
Mike wasn’t in his room. Or the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, or anywhere else. “MIKE?!” he yelled out. No answer.
Chy started to panic. Mike wasn’t home?!? Yeah, he’d really needed to go, but why hadn’t he at least talked to Mike first? He hadn’t been thinking clearly.
Chy messaged him: “Where are you?”
Mike: “Humiliating, but I can’t get fired. I need the money.”
Mike: “Not since you changed me.”
Mike: “You don’t remember? I’m not surprised. You changed me and took my paci out. It was in when I woke up, I still don’t know how.”
Mike: “It was crazy early, and you were really out of it. I was afraid you couldn’t do it. How much did you drink?”
Chy: “Too much. 😟 Why didn’t you take my paci out?”
Mike: “I did, after I changed you.”
Chy: “You changed me too?”
Chy: “When are you done? My paci’s back in, and I need a change REALLY bad.”
Mike: “I’m off at lunchtime. Customers, gotta go. See you at noon!”
Noon? That wasn’t for two hours!
Chy had forgotten Mike worked Sunday mornings. He always slept in on Sundays, so it hadn’t mattered.
Stuck in his dirty diaper, Chy wandered around the house in his pajamas. He got tired of standing, so he tried to carefully sit down, but no matter how cautious he was he felt his mess smooshing everywhere. So gross…. He gave up and just sat in it, squishing everything around, and again prayed no one would ever find out. He settled in to watch Netflix, trying not to move, while the aroma from his messy baby animal diaper got worse and worse, filling the entire house.
When lunchtime finally came, Chy looked for Mike like he was Santa. He wanted his poopy diaper OFF.
Mike walked in the door, gagged, and said, “Dude, the house stinks! You totally shit yourself, didn’t you? I am not changing that.”
Mike pulled his paci. “Nope. No way.”
“I changed you! I’ve been in this for hours! I forgot you had work. Please get it off me?!?” Chy pleaded.
Mike hesitated, sniffed, and then said, “Fuck, if I don’t change you, I’m going to have to smell you, aren’t I? FUCK! Fine. I’ll change your nasty diaper.” He pointed to Chy’s room. “But on your bed. You stink!”
Embarrassed, Chy went to his room, took his pajamas off (he didn’t want to get anything on them), and gingerly lay down on his bed. His diaper was gross, the mess shifting around, the wetness bulging between his thighs, the smell unbearable after hours and hours. His previous diaper changes had been humiliating. This one was looking catastrophic.
They popped their pacis in, Mike undid a tab, and Chy again couldn’t move. Mike undid the other tab and opened Chy’s diaper, letting in some surprisingly cold air, and letting out a fresh wave of putrid stench. “This is so disgusting,” Mike complained as he choked.
Chy lay helpless as Mike pushed his ankles up until they were almost above his head, putting his messy privates on full display. Then Mike washed his poopy ass, balls, cock, and everywhere else the diaper covered. The entire experience was degrading.
Even though Mike was surprisingly gentle, the wipes stung. “I tnihk you hvae dapeir rsah,” he said. “Yro’ue all red.”
Diaper rash? Damn it. It felt a bit better after Mike put baby powder and diaper rash cream on him.
When Chy was again in a clean diaper, Mike turned to him, said, “Taht was SO gsors! Dman! My trun,” and wet his diaper.
Chy took it off him, wiped him down, powdered him, and put him in the new firetruck diaper that appeared.
Chy felt filthy, so he hopped in the shower, diaper and all. He tried to clean under his diaper, but it was too tight, so he washed the outside and all around it. The soap made it really slippery. He washed the rest of his body, rinsed, and got out. He hadn’t cleaned where he wanted, but at least Mike had. Apparently that was the best he was going to get. As he was toweling off, he saw his diaper was still dry inside. Apparently it was so tight the shower water hadn’t gotten in.
They spent the rest of the day relaxing, playing video games, watching Netflix, wetting their diapers, and changing each other.
On Monday morning, Chy again woke up in just his baby animal diaper, with his paci in his mouth. He wasn’t particularly surprised. He didn’t bother getting dressed before heading to Mike’s room—they’d seen each other in diapers plenty of times now. They wet, changed each other yet again, and took their pacis out. It had become surprisingly normal. Apparently you can get used to anything, even peeing your diapers and changing your friends.
After morning changes each showered and got dressed, then they headed to class. They had considered playing sick, but they’d skipped too much already: if they missed any more school they’d be kicked off the team. Walking around diapered in public made Chy feel exposed, like anyone might hear it crinkle as he walked, or notice the bulge it made in his jeans.
After Chy’s first class he had a free hour. He had a math test coming up, so he headed to the library. His diaper seemed especially crinkly in the quiet building. He found the book he needed and took it to one of the private rooms set aside for students. As he pored over the boring material, trying to memorize the formulas he needed, his eyes started feeling heavy.
He woke with a start, suddenly cold, to find himself in just his diaper, sitting on top of his clothes. There was something in his mouth. He tried to push it out. It didn’t move. Shit! He was in school in just his diaper with his paci stuck in his mouth! If anyone saw….
Frantic, he blocked the door, pulled his clothes back on, and texted Mike: “SOS! Library. Study room 2. Come alone.”
Mike arrived a few minutes later. He looked at Chy, laughed, and pulled his binkie. “What happened?” he asked.
Chy grabbed the paci and hid it in his backpack. “I don’t know,” he said. “I fell asleep, I was all the sudden sitting on my clothes, and my paci was in my mouth. It wasn’t even here! I left it at home!”
“Nothing else? You just fell asleep?”
“Is that why our pacis keep coming back? Because we fall asleep?”
“Man, this is out of hand. We have to talk to Kara,” Mike said.
They sat through another class, ate lunch, and then went looking for her. They eventually found her on the lawn in front of the school, talking with her friends. As they approached, she looked knowingly at their bulging jeans and smirked. Mike and Chy glanced at each other. There had been something gleeful about that look.
“Um, Kara, could we talk to you?” Chy asked.
“Go away. I have nothing to say to you,” Kara said.
“Look, Kara, we really need to talk!” Mike insisted.
Kara looked annoyed and said, in a quiet voice only they could hear, “You have five seconds to leave before I tell EVERYONE.”
They looked at each other, horrified, and hurried away.
They went to their last class, then to football practice. They couldn’t miss it this close to the big game. They walked over to the locker room by the stadium, ducked into the stalls in the bathroom section, and changed into their football gear. Their diapers were extra crinkly without jeans holding them still and muffling the noise, but it was so loud nobody noticed. Once they were changed, they headed out to the field.
As they were walking Chy quietly asked Mike, “Hey, can you see my diaper through my uniform?”
Mike fell back a few steps to look, then caught up again. “Maybe a little? The black helps hide it. Our asses always stick out in these uniforms anyway; I’m not sure anyone will notice the difference.”
With the championship looming, they trained extra hard. It was a rough practice. Chy didn’t particularly enjoy running around in his diaper, but he worked his hardest. He really wanted to win.
After practice they walked home in their uniforms so they wouldn’t have to change clothes in the locker room again. They both had to pee desperately, as neither had wanted to be wet at school, so they peed their diapers, then changed each other. Chy couldn’t help thinking, “Man, I can’t believe this is my life.”
They spent the rest of the day playing video games, changing their diapers again in the afternoon. As they were about to do their bedtime changes, Mike reluctantly told Chy, “So… uh… I need to poop again. Can I do it now before you change me?”
“Okay,” Chy accepted grudgingly. “You know, I probably should too. Wouldn’t want a problem at school.”
“I suppose that’s fair,” Mike acquiesced. He grunted, and the seat of his firetruck diaper filled out with a sloshing sound.
Chy changed him, holding his breath. When he was done, he shit his own diaper, and Mike returned the favor.
Chy and Mike settled into a routine. Each morning they changed each other and pulled their pacis. Next was school. They changed each other when they got home, again after dinner, and then one final time before bed. Chy waited until changing time to pee, so he wouldn’t be wet any longer than he had to.
Every day or so each would be messy, too, also only at changing time. Both of them hated messing or changing messy diapers, and both agreed changing them was way worse. They also agreed that Mexican food was off limits.
On the fourth day, as Chy was changing Mike, he noticed something whitish and sticky inside the front of his friend’s firetruck diaper. “Ddue, waht’s TIHS?” he laughed.
Mike turned red and said, “I hvae nedes, man!”
They didn’t speak about it again until the awkward change was over and they could pull their pacis out.
“So, uh, to be honest, I’ve tried too,” Chy admitted. “But it didn’t work, it just hurt my junk.”
“Um, it was easier once I was wet….”
That’s what he’d been doing wrong. Chy tried peeing a few minutes before changing time. It turned out wet diapers were much better to jerk in.
Since Mike had no way to hide the evidence, Chy learned a lot more about his friend’s jerking habits than he wanted to know. From then on, almost all of Mike’s diapers had the telltale creamy goo, and Chy had to change each one. He retaliated by returning the favor whenever he felt like it.
Over the course of the next few days, it became harder and harder for Chy to stay dry all the way through school. On Thursday he barely made it home before peeing. On Friday he didn’t make it and wet his diaper during practice.
He told Mike, who said, “You too? Man, this sucks!”
Walking home wet made Chy even more self-conscious. The diaper was so swollen he was afraid everyone would notice.
It kept getting worse. Chy woke up at 4:00 AM on Saturday needing to pee. He didn’t want to wake Mike, so he just soaked his diaper and went back to sleep. He didn’t sleep well.
They started changing each other more often. On Thursday they had done their usual four changes, but on Friday they needed five, and on Saturday six.
On Sunday morning, Mike told Chy, “I woke up wet this morning. Don’t remember doing it. I’m not sure I have any control left.”
“Yeah,” Chy agreed sadly. “When I woke up I was peeing. I couldn’t stop it. It just kept going.”
They changed each other, but they couldn’t stay dry longer than an hour or two. They changed each other nine times that day.
On Monday, both woke up in soggy diapers, and even though they changed each other right before school, they were wet again by first class, and soaked by the time practice was over.
They went home and changed their sodden diapers. Only a few minutes later Chy said, “Fuck! I’m peeing again! Look, we’re wet all the time now no matter how often we change. What do you say we just go back to four? I’m sick of cleaning your junk, man.”
Mike wholeheartedly agreed.
From then on, their even-more-babyish diapers were wet. Always. At first it bothered Chy, but after a few days he learned to ignore it. He even found a perk: he could jerk it anytime, anywhere, with absolutely no clean up!
Saturday was the big day—the championship game. Mike and Chy changed each other’s diapers at home, then got to the locker room early and pulled on their gear before the others arrived.
When the whole team was there, the mood was of excited anticipation. They’d been working towards this moment for months. They’d trained hard. They were ready.
After an upbeat pep talk from their coach, Mike and Chy followed the rest of the team to the field. Just before they reached the grass, they noticed Kara standing on the sideline. Mike muttered, much too quietly to reach her, “Freak.”
Kara whirled around and confronted him while the team walked away. “WHAT did you call me?”
“Nothing, sorry,” Mike said.
“He didn’t mean it, really,” Chy added.
“I’m done being called that,” Kara said. She glanced down at the bulges in their uniforms, as if she could see their diapers underneath, and snapped her fingers. Before he knew what he was doing, Chy felt himself take a massive dump in his diaper, and heard Mike do the same. Kara laughed. “You two have been giving me shit for years. I enjoy returning the favor.” She started to walk away.
Chy began to panic. “Wait!” he called. “Don’t leave us like this! The game’s starting right now! We don’t have time to change!”
Kara paused. “Guess you’ll just have to play like that then!”
“Everyone will smell us!” Chy protested. Mike shifted, and Chy caught a whiff. “Mike stinks!”
“You don’t smell so great either, Chy!” Mike said. “Please, Kara!” he begged.
She thought a moment, then said, “Fine. I’ll make it so no one smells you during the game. But there will be a consequence.”
“What consequence?” Chy asked apprehensively.
“You’ll see,” Kara replied. She again snapped her fingers, and Chy felt his diaper somehow SHIFT. Kara laughed and walked away.
“You just couldn’t leave her alone, could you?” Chy demanded.
“I’m sorry,” Mike said. “I didn’t think she’d hear me! What do you think she meant?”
“No idea,” said Chy, “but I doubt it’s good.”
He peeked in the waistband of his uniform at his messy firetruck diaper. Wait, firetrucks?!?
“Fuck, Mike… I’m wearing YOUR diaper. GROSS!” Chy had been messy a lot these last few weeks, but this was somehow different. His skin tried to cringe away, but Mike’s dirty diaper held everything tight and close.
Mike checked his diaper. “SHIT! I’m wearing YOURS!”
Chy released his waistband and a nasty odor wafted up. “Ugh, you smell that? It totally SMELLS like your shitty diapers. I’ve changed you enough to know! Fuck, fuck, FUCK, this is disgusting!”
“Actually, I didn’t smell anything,” said Mike. “Well, anything except me.”
“How could you miss it?” asked Chy. He pulled and released his waistband again. “I totally stink!”
“I still don’t smell it…. You know, Kara did promise no one would.” Mike actually looked hopeful.
Chy stepped right next to Mike and tugged his waistband a third time. “It’s horrible! You really don’t smell it?”
“Nope,” Mike replied. “How about me?”
“I reek so bad, I don’t think I could tell,” Chy said.
“How about from up close?”
“How about from like, really close? Could you tell then?”
“Look, if everyone is going to smell me, I’m not playing,” Mike said. “But if they won’t, like Kara said, then I really don’t want to lose. We’ve worked too hard to get here! We’d let the whole team down, the whole school! So can you smell me or not?”
Chy sighed, then bent down, untied his shoe, and started retying it, surreptitiously sniffing. “I don’t smell anything. Maybe move around a little? That’s when I noticed it earlier.”
Mike did a few warmup stretches in his messy diaper as Chy finished tying his shoe.
Chy stood up. “I couldn’t smell anything at all.”
“If you say so,” Mike said. “I wish I hadn’t. So we play then?”
Chy looked around and saw their coach waving them to take the field. “I guess,” he replied.
The Broncos vs Hawks championship game was the longest of Chy’s life. He could feel Mike’s muck sliding around with every step he took, every ball he threw, squishing, smooshing, working its way everywhere. Periodically he felt pee trickling down, making things even slimier. Each movement released more stink, getting more and more putrid the longer the game went on, and was afraid he felt the beginnings of diaper rash.
His poopy diaper was a constant distraction. Huddling up with the team made him self-conscious. It smelled so vile he had a hard time believing they could miss it. He didn’t want to run in it, so he took to handing off the ball or passing, but his throwing was off. The ball wouldn’t go where he wanted.
The first three quarters did not go well. He fumbled the ball four times. The Hawks intercepted two of Chy’s wild passes, returning one for a touchdown. He was sacked three times, which smooshed everything everywhere and loosed smells that made him gag. Each time the Broncos’ defense took over, and he could leave the field, he breathed a sigh of relief.
At the end of the third quarter, they’d scored just a single field goal, and were down 21 to 3.
In the break before the last quarter, Mike pulled Chy aside where no one could hear. “They’re killing us, Chy!” he said.
“I’m trying!” Chy protested. “How am I supposed to play in this thing?! It’s disgusting!”
“Just ignore it,” Mike advised. “Pretend it’s not there. Stop letting it get to you!”
“Ignore it? I can’t think of anything else! You’re sure you can’t smell it?”
“I only smell myself, and that’s more than enough. Come on, Chy, stop freaking out! We’ve worked so hard! PLEASE!!!”
Chy glanced at Mike, then his team, then the crowd. They all looked discouraged, defeated. He was disappointing everyone. He made a decision. They’d worked their asses off. He was not going to ruin everything. He would do his best, regardless of his nasty diaper, no matter what.
Determined, he told Mike, “I’m sorry, man. I let it get in my head.”
“It’s okay, Chy. I get it.”
The fourth quarter began. The Broncos had possession. They huddled up, surrounded by a foul odor most of them didn’t notice. “Look, guys,” said Chy. “I know I’ve been off my game. Give me another shot, and I promise to do better. The game’s not over yet. We can still win!” They perked up a little, even though they didn’t seem very convinced.
When play began, Chy grabbed the snap and ran the ball for the first time. He could feel his rancid diaper shifting around, but he tuned it out. The Hawks’ defense were caught off guard, and Chy, naturally fast, sneaked past them. Touchdown! The score was 21-10.
The team’s spirits lifted. They started playing HARD. The Broncos’ defense intercepted the ball two downs later.
On the Broncos’ second possession, the Hawks were wary. They seemed to be expecting another running play, so instead Chy threw a long bomb to Mike. His aim was perfect. Another touchdown! The score was 21-17.
Their renewed vigor caught the Hawks off guard, but they adapted quickly: they really were good. They shifted strategy, and soon Chy was blocked at every turn. No matter what he did, he only moved a few yards. Luckily, the Hawks didn’t fare any better.
Eventually it was the last play of the game. The Broncos, still down four points, had the ball on the five yard line, with three seconds on the clock. After the snap, Mike dashed to the end zone, double guarded, and Chy wound up as if to throw to him, then suddenly sprinted too. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw himself on the JumboTron. With a massive effort, his team cleared his path. As Chy’s foot touched the end zone, the crowd went wild. Touchdown! They had won the championship!
Suddenly Chy was hit from behind, a last-ditch attempt to stop him even though it was already too late. But the hit was harder than it was meant to be, and connected at exactly the wrong angle. Chy’s helmet flew off, his head hit the ground, and everything went black.
For a few seconds he wasn’t aware of anything.
When he woke up, there was something in his mouth. It felt like rubber…. OHHHH, NOOOO!
Horrified, he looked down to find himself lying on top of his uniform. He started to panic. Everyone could see his brightly-colored firetruck diaper. After squishing around the whole game, everything had smeared everywhere, and it was obviously very full, and VERY messy. He looked around for a place to hide, anywhere, and saw himself still on the JumboTron, diaper, paci, and all.
Concerned referees ran up. One of them sniffed and said, “Man, that STINKS!” It echoed throughout the stadium. His mic was live!
Chy’s heart stopped. Kara had promised no one would smell him during the game! But, wait…. The game was over.
He heard a laugh, and another, until it burst out everywhere.
Chy sat in front of the whole school in just his colorful firefruck diaper, soaked, stinky, with his blue binkie in his mouth, while the laughing continued all around.
Suddenly Mike was there. He pulled Chy’s binkie out, helped him up, wrapped him in a towel, and hustled him off the field. A few people made as if to follow, but Mike warned them off. They ducked into an empty room.
“You know, I wouldn’t have been all that surprised if you’d just laughed too,” Chy said through his sniffles.
“It didn’t seem funny,” Mike replied.
“I’m never going to live this down. I’ll never show my face in public again.”
“We’re graduating in a few months. You’ll never see them again.”
“What if someone got pics? Or video?” Chy asked.
Mike had no answer for that.
As Chy struggled to stop his tears, Mike gave him a big hug. Surprised, Chy hugged him back. He could feel Mike’s messy diaper pressing against his own, which wasn’t awesome, but he appreciated the sentiment. When they separated, Chy’s towel, poorly tied, fell off.
“I was right!” said an unexpected voice. “You are adorable in your diaper, Chy!”
Chy froze. Kara had quietly entered the room and was staring at him. Well, not so much at him as at his dirty diaper. He wasn’t wearing anything else.
“You are really wet, and you STINK! You really got into the spirit, huh?” she said.
He blushed and pulled the towel back on.
Mike stepped forward and blocked her view. “It’s not like he had any choice! Just… leave him alone, Kara. The entire school saw! Isn’t that enough? Look, I’m sorry for being such an asshole to you.”
“I’m sorry too,” Chy said. “I’m sorry for making your life so difficult.”
“You’re both sorry? Like really, REALLY sorry?” Kara asked.
“And you won’t treat me or anyone else like that ever again?” she continued.
“Or call people freaks?” she demanded of Mike.
“I’ll never say the word again, ever,” he vowed.
“Perfect,” Kara replied. “That’s all I wanted. Well, that, and to see your cute binkies and diapies…” she suggested hopefully.
“You’re kidding, right?” Chy asked.
“How about I make you a deal?” she suggested. “If you guys let me see, I’ll erase what happened out on the field.”
“You can do that?” Chy asked incredulously.
“Yes,” she replied simply.
It took Chy only a second to decide. “I’ll do it,” he said.
Kara looked at Mike. “How about you?”
Mike seemed reluctant. “Um….”
“Please, Mike?” Chy begged. “I’d do it for you! And, otherwise, I’m never coming back.”
Chy grabbed his paci, popped it in, and pulled his towel off.
Mike didn’t move until Chy prompted him, “Cmoe on, man.” Kara smiled at the binkie-talk.
Mike unenthusiastically removed his uniform, revealing his messy cartoon-animal diaper, then pulled his paci out of his bag and put it in his mouth.
Kara took her time studying the two of them. Chy blushed as she looked him over from head to toe, his hair, his eyes, his baby-blue binkie (which made her smile), his chest, his abs, and finally his diaper. His babyish, yellow and browned stained, soggy, messy, firetruck diaper. She took in every detail, grinning. “Spin around slowly for me,” she told him.
Mortified, he modeled his poopy diaper and binkie for her, spinning slowly in place, squishing and crinkling.
“Your ass sure looks cute,” Kara told him. Chy’s face burned.
She moved on to Mike. She again looked head to toe, his face, his pastel green paci (again she smiled), his well-built torso, and then his diaper. Kara spent even longer looking at Mike’s diaper, studying every detail, smiling at the animal prints. It was in an even worse state than Chy’s. It was completely soaked, and some of the animals were hard to see against the now-brown background. It didn’t look like it could hold much more.
“Do some jumping jacks,” Kara instructed. “Say, twenty?”
“Hey!” Mike complained, “You olny mdae Chy trun aurond!”
“Everyone saw him in his diaper, so I went easy. Come on…” she encouraged.
Hesitantly, Mike started jumping. With each hop, his messy diaper bounced heavily, releasing awful smells. Kara grinned at the galloping baby animals and walked around him, checking out his diaper and binkie from every angle.
“Absolutely precious!” Kara declared. “Your ass was made for a diaper. It’s so adorable on you!”
Mike’s face was bright red until he finished jumping. When he was done, they pulled their pacifiers out again.
“You two really are adorable,” Kara said, “and I could stare all day, but I guess it’s my turn. As of now,” she said, snapping her fingers, “the incident on the field didn’t happen. No one will remember the diaper. They’ll just remember you winning, getting hit, and leaving the field. That’s what will be in any pics or video too.”
Chy’s heart rose. Maybe he COULD show his face in public again!
“Can we finally take these stupid diapers off?” said Mike.
“Um, about that…” Kara begin hesitantly.
“What about it?” Mike asked fearfully.
“Well, the curse I used lasts for three weeks. It’s only been two.”
“You can’t just stop it?”
“I’m sorry, it doesn’t work that way. No one can remove it, you just have to wait it out,” she said.
“We have to wear diapers for another week?” Mike demanded.
“I’m really sorry, but I’m afraid so,” Kara said. “But I can make it better. I’ll make it so no one will see, hear, or smell your diapers, except for you two.” She snapped her fingers a second time. “And if you’d like, I’ll make it so you enjoy wearing them until you can take them off,” she offered.
“Enjoy them?” Mike asked, confused.
“People enjoy lots of… unusual… things. Some people like diapers.”
“How long would it last?” asked Chy.
“Only as long as you want it to,” she said. “It’s not like the diaper curse. It’s your choice, but since you have to wear diapers anyway, wouldn’t you prefer to like them instead of hate them?”
“I guess so,” said Chy. “How about you, Mike?”
“Anything to get me through it sounds great to me,” Mike said.
“Okay,” Kara said, and snapped her fingers one last time.
Chy looked down at his firetruck diaper. You know, it really was kinda cute. Hell, it was absolutely adorable, just like Kara had said. Wearing it felt nice. It was warm and comfortable, safe and secure. He liked how thick it was. And Mike’s mess inside wasn’t gross, it was delightful, squishing around, making everything pleasantly slippery. Just thinking about his diaper, feeling all his most sensitive areas wrapped in it, he went hard, thrusting, straining against the plastic. It felt fantastic. He ran his hand over the outside, appreciating how smooth it felt, how being soaking wet made it bulge, which felt amazing between his legs and against his cock. Even the smell wasn’t so bad, it was just what diapers do.
He looked over at Mike and saw him obviously very hard in his animal print diaper as he rubbed himself through it.
“You guys might want to get back out there,” Kara said. “I think they’re waiting for you. Oh, and you’ll need this,” she said to Chy, pulling his uniform out of her backpack.
As they walked back to the field, the crowd was strangely quiet. But then they spotted Chy, and a deafening cheer rose up all around. Nobody seemed to remember what had happened.
The Broncos surrounded Chy and lifted him on their shoulders. It smooshed his poopy diaper everywhere, and let out all the smell. No one noticed.
They celebrated for a while, then it was time to head back to the locker room.
Chy and Mike undressed in the common area and stood there with their soaked, stinky diapers in plain view, then hopped in the showers with the rest of the team. Everyone was laughing and reliving the best moments of the game. Chy thought taking a shower while wearing a stinky diaper was kind of silly, but it sure was fun hanging out in it!
When they were back in their regular clothes, they arranged to meet up with the team at the victory party that night, then went home.
When they got home, both of them popped their pacis in and quickly stripped to their diapers. They were just too cute to hide.
“Chngae tmie!” Chy told Mike.
Mike giggled around his paci, went to his room, and jumped on his bed with a wet squish.
Chy looked at his friend. He really was adorable lying there with his green paci and well-used firetruck diaper. He was pretty stinky, though. Time to fix that.
Chy opened Mike’s diaper and saw his own mess. He lifted and held Mike’s ankles, and used the wipes that appeared to clean it all off. It was easy to wipe off his cock, since Mike was rock hard the entire change. Then again, Chy was too. When Mike was clean, Chy pulled the old diaper out, slid in a new one, and set him down.
Chy spread baby powder all over, and grinned as he saw Mike inhaling as much of the scent as he could. Next was the diaper rash cream. After so long in a messy diaper, Mike’s skin was a bit red, so Chy used a lot. Wouldn’t want such a cute diaper boy to get a rash! When he was done, he taped Mike’s new diaper on nice and tight. They were both in firetruck diapers now! They matched!
But not for long. “Yuor trun!” said Mike.
Chy was sad his cute firetruck diaper had to be changed, but it was full anyway, and it really didn’t smell good. So he lay on his bed, squishing Mike’s mess around. Then he wiggled, squishing it some more. It felt great.
As Mike began, Chy closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the sensations. It was erotically relaxing to be taken care of so intimately. Mike pulled the tabs off his diaper, held his ankles, and wiped everywhere. The wipes were a little cool, but they felt nice rubbing all over his most sensitive skin. Having everything cleaned off after so long was a relief. When he was clean, Mike pulled out the old diaper, slid in the new one, and set him down. Chy smiled as Mike sprinkled him with baby powder. It smelled delightful, and now he did too! Wonderful! After Mike spread the soothing diaper rash cream everywhere, he taped Chy’s new diaper on snug and tight.
Chy opened his eyes and looked at his new animal print diaper. It was super cute and, honestly, super sexy. He could see the outline of his hard cock and rubbed it through his diaper, thrusting against the plastic that held everything close.
Liking his diaper sure was better than hating it.
That week was the most sensual experience Chy had ever had. Every time he moved or felt himself peeing he was pleasantly reminded of his thick, adorable diaper. He hadn’t realized it was possible to be turned on all the time. He cut his bedtime change so he could sleep in just his wet diaper. It made him hard all night. He also started messing whenever he felt like it. It was entertaining to shit his pants in class and not have anyone know, and it felt amazing when Mike changed him. Changing Mike was fun too.
The next Saturday, Chy woke up to Mike bursting into his room. “It’s finally over!” he announced. “I took my paci out! And my diaper’s tabs came right off! I’m back to regular underwear!” He tugged on the waist of his jeans and Chy saw his red briefs peeking out. “We’re finally done with diapers!”
Chy reached up and pulled his own binkie out. Then he missed it, so he put it back in.
Kara had said he could enjoy diapers at long as he wanted to, and he wasn’t done yet.
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