James woke up feeling warm and fuzzy. Disoriented, he turned to check the time on his phone, the shift accompanied by the crinkling of the mattress protector under his sheets and the diaper between his legs. The diaper! Just as he read 3:38, his brain registered the thick, crinkly mass forcing his legs apart, and the smell of mixed baby powder and pee. A hand, almost on his own, wandered down to his crotch, and the squishy feeling let him now that the diaper was indeed well used. Embarrassment filled his mind as he idly squeezed in a mix of morbid curiosity for the squishy sensation and the stimulation his half-hard dick was receiving.
A few weeks ago, James had begun to wet the bed. He wasn’t sure why, but what he dismissed as a one-off soon proved to be a much bigger inconvenience. At first, he’d wake up to the feeling of peeing, and he’d quickly clench to stop the flow, limiting the accident to just a wet spot in his boxer briefs. But as the days went on, he’d wake up later and later each time, until he eventually would sleep through the whole thing, only finding out he had peed himself in his sleep when he woke up in the morning to soaked boxer briefs, shirt and bedsheets.
He tried to keep it a secret, but it didn’t take long for his roommate, Aidan, to find out. He was surprisingly supportive, even offering to strip the bed and put the sheets in the washer while James showered his bedtime accident off. Soon enough, the two men’s morning routine included James shamefully walking to the bathroom to shower while Aidan cleaned up the bedwetting accidents.
When Aidan proposed a plastic bedsheet to keep the mattress from getting even more stained, James had no argument. The crinkles of the mattress protector joined him that very night thanks to Aidan’s insistence that James bought it immediately.
James thought that he couldn’t be more humiliated. He had to sleep with a mattress cover and parade himself every morning in front of his roommate, soaked in his own pee. James thought wrong. That night, when going to bed, Aidan was waiting for him. On the bed were several large packs of diapers.
“Dude, we can’t keep going like this. I don’t mind that you’re a bedwetter, nor helping you out in the mornings, but we can’t keep doing so much laundry each day,” Aidan had said, placing a hand on one of the diaper packages.
“I don’t need those, I’m not a bedwett-” James began to protest, but was cut off by his roommate.
“But you do and you are. You’ve been wetting the bed every night for how long now? A week? Two? How long had you been peeing yourself before I even found out? I need a break from washing your pee-soaked sheets every morning, and you need diapers.”
“I’m not going to wear them, and you can’t make me, either,” James said with as much determination as he could muster.
“Oh, but I can. You’ll lay on the bed and let me diaper you willingly, and you’ll keep the diaper on all night, unless you want your friends to find out you’re a bedwetter. I’ve got picture proof of it, too,” Aidan threatened as he pulled out his phone, where James could se a picture of himself, laying asleep on a large wet spot centered around his soaked boxer briefs.
James had no choice. Reluctantly, he lay on the bed and allowed Aidan to take charge of the process. Getting undressed by him was embarrassing, but getting diapered up was extremely humiliating, especially when Aidan pulled out a bottle of baby powder and applied it generously over James’ crotch. Any protests about that were dismissed by Aidan’s warning that he was in no mood to deal with any more bullshit, or there’d be punishments to endure.
All that went through James’ mind as he lay on the bed in the middle of the night, still idly squeezing his crotch. Fuck, where wet diapers supposed to feel this good? His dick was at full mast now, and he felt the need to just rub one off. Unwilling to stick his hand in his used diaper, James turned over to lay on his stomach in an attempt to prevent himself from further touching. He’d masturbate in the morning wile showering.
But his hips had other plans, and James found himself almost involuntarily grinding against he bed, moved by the pleasurable sensations. James cursed under his breath as his arousal grew. The crinkles of mattress cover and diaper intensified as James let his body take over and grinding became humping. Desperate to cum, he pointed his dick up and thrust harder against his soggy diaper, doing his best to quiet his sounds of sexual desperation. Only minutes later, James was moaning against his pillow as his dick shot rope after rope of cum into his soggy diaper in one of the most intense orgasms he ever had.
Exhausted, James soon drifted to sleep once again, still laying on his belly and with his but still slightly raised.
In the morning, he woke up to someone shaking him gently by the shoulder and calling up his name.
“You really are something else, dude. Even with a diaper, you managed to leak this bad,” Aidan said as James recovered his consciousness.
Then he felt it. The front of his shirt was soaked, as was the front of the diaper. He had wet in his sleep a second time, but with his dick still pointing up after his humping session, most of it had just leaked out onto the bed. He mumbled in an attempt to apologize, but Aidan cut him off.
“Don’t sweat it, I’ll just make sure to add extra layers for bedtime.”
They began their morning routine. James went for his underwear drawer, but inside he only found diapers. A pile of torn fabric on the floor nearby caught his eyes.
“Aidan? What’s that? And where are my boxers?” he demanded, diaper still sagging from his hips.
“What’s What? Oh, that. Those were your boxers,” Aidan answered nonchalantly.
“I told you I didn’t want to deal with your bullshit anymore, so when I saw this,” he pointed at the wet bedsheets he was stripping from the bed, “I decided to just cut them all up. If you’re going to be a massive bedwetter, I might as well let you be a massive pottypants. You’ll be wearing diapers as your underwear from now on, at least until you prove you can actually stay dry.”
James was speechless. This couldn’t be. He didn’t even have accidents during the day.
“I see you’re worried, but relax, you won’t run out of diapers. Your roommie has your back. The first purchase had a massive discount because of how many they were, so your card was still good to buy some more cases this morning. I even subscribed you to a diaper delivery service! You can be certain that I’ll keep you diapered until you can stay dry, even if it takes you months. Now go take a shower, and I’ll change you into a fresh diaper before breakfast.”
Stunned, James waddled towards the bathroom. Little droplets of pee fell down from his diaper. Was this really his new daily underwear for the foreseeable future? He didn’t even know why he was wetting the bed, how was he supposed to stop himself from doing it? What if he couldn’t stop wetting the bed? Or worse, what if he got so used to wearing diapers all the time, than when he somehow managed to stop his bedwetting accidents, he wouldn’t be able to keep his pants dry anyway?
James gulped as the sound of his roommate moving the diapers around reached him before he closed the bathroom door.
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