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The Quarterback’s Reckoning

Chapter 1

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.”

“What?” asked Mike.

“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.

“Freak,” said Mike.

Chapter 2

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?

Kara!

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….”

Chapter 3

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: “Meet in my room?”

Mike: “Ok.”

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.

Chapter 4

Chy started to speak, and suddenly realized his binkie was going to be a problem.

“I cna’t plul it out,” he said.

“Waht?” Mike replied.

“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?”

“Yep,” Mike confirmed.

“And in a diaper?”

“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?”

“I think it was Kara.”

“KARA?”

“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!”

“Wait, you’re not?”

“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.

It didn’t budge.

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.”

“Oh yeah?”

“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.

Chapter 5

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.

“Huh?” Chy asked.

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.

“Cna’t mvoe?”

“Npoe,” Chy said with a worried look.

“Waht slohud I do?”

“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?”

“Waht?” exclaimed Mike.

“Chnage me? Plsaee?”

“Chnage you?” Mike asked in disbelief.

“Plsaee?” Chy begged.

“FCUK,” Mike said.

Chapter 6

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.

“Dman it,” he said.

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?

Mike wiped faster.

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….”

“Yeah?”

“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.

“Go,” Chy said.

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.”

“Cna’t?”

“Npoe.”

“Gvie up?” Chy asked.

“Yaeh.”

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.

Chapter 7

“Well, this is awkward as hell, isn’t it?” Mike asked.

“Yep,” Chy agreed.

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!!!”

Mike turned even redder.

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.

“Agreed,” said Chy.

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.

Chapter 8

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: “Work.”

Chy: “How that’s going?”

Mike: “Humiliating, but I can’t get fired. I need the money.”

Chy: “Are you wet?”

Mike: “Not since you changed me.”

Chy: “I changed you?”

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.”

Chy: “I did that?”

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?”

Mike: “You wet a TON.”

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.

Chapter 9

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.”

“Plesae?” Chy begged.

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.

Chapter 10

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?”

“Yeah,” Chy confirmed.

“Is that why our pacis keep coming back? Because we fall asleep?”

“Maybe?”

“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.

Chapter 11

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.

Chapter 12

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!

Chapter 13

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?”

She had heard! How?

“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?”

“What?”

“How about from like, really close? Could you tell then?”

“Seriously?” Chy asked.

“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.

Chapter 14

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.

He lost it.

He cried like a baby.

Chapter 15

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.

They nodded.

“And you won’t treat me or anyone else like that ever again?” she continued.

“I promise,” said Chy.

“Me too,” said Mike.

“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.”

“I guess,” Mike gave in.

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.

“Jmup!” Chy pleaded.

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.

Chapter 16

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.

THE END

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Mommy's Little Baby

The bell rang for school. I put my backpack on, and followed the crowd down the stairs and out the front door. I walked across the schoolyard and on through the crosswalk into my neighborhood. As I walked towards my house a strange but familiar feeling overcame me. My heart started pounding faster, and I was drenched with a feeling of restlessness. I was counting my steps and I only had two blocks until I would have to walk down her street. I knew I didn’t have the luxury of an alternate route home. As I followed the sidewalk left I could see the white and red house near the end of the street. Every day I take this same walk and every day I hope and pray that she isn’t outside. As I walk closer and closer I notice that there isn’t any activity at her house, and I think to myself “what a relief”. As I walk by the front of her house I barely peek over to see if anyone is home. Just when I think I’m all clear, she is there, gracefully watering her garden on the side of her house. Immediately, she looks up and waves to me. “Hi Ryan” she exclaims, in a very kind and nurturing, but bubbly voice. “Hi Miss Eve” I mutter back, with my head slightly down. She turns off the water and begins to walk towards me. Her long tan legs glide across the grass glistening from the overspray of the hose. Her shoulder length butter blonde hair, shimmering in the sunlight. Her loose white summer tank top accented her amazing cleavage, and just barely covered the curves of her hip line. As she approaches me I look up at her because she was taller than me even without her high heels on. This, among other things, added to her intimidation. Miss Eve was not married, she didn’t have any kids, and I’d never even seen a man at her house. All that said, Miss Eve was incredibly hot, and I knew that she had absolutely no problem attracting men. “How was your day sweetie?” She asked. “It was ok” I said, trying to avoid eye contact. “Just ok?” She asked. “Yea, I’m just kind of tired” I replied. “Maybe someone needs a little nap?” she said. “Well, I, uh, think I have some homework to do” I quickly responded. “Oh ok, well I really need some help with something that won’t take long at all”. I looked around frantically, trying to come up with an excuse that would let me continue my walk home. As I tried to think of anything, she leaned down closer to my ear and with a very direct but loving whisper asked “Are you gonna come be Mommy’s little helper?” As I started to blush she held out her hand, and I reluctantly reached out to touch her soft fingers. She grabbed my hand and escorted me up the front stairs and through the door as the panic inside me continued to build. The door closed behind us and I was once again trapped in her house. “I appreciate this very much” she said. “What do you need help with?” I asked. She turns to the side to reveal a few large cardboard boxes. “This is a large order of diapers I placed online for a boy that I babysit for, they just showed up today” she said. As the word ‘diaper’ left her lips, my excitement level went up immediately, and Miss Eve knew this. “Oh ok” I said “Do you need help moving the boxes?” trying to mask my curiosity of what kind of diapers they were. She laughed, “No silly, since they were purchased online I had to estimate a size, so I want to make sure they will fit him.” Confused, I asked “So how would I be able to help you with that?” She smiled, “You are about his same size, so I was hoping you would try some on to make sure they fit.” Panic continued to swell inside me because I knew where this was going. “Um, I don’t really have time for this right now,” I explained. I started to turn for the front door when she walked right into my escape path. “Now Ry, honey, Mommy really needs your help with this,” she said in her loving voice. “But I can’t today. I have too many things to do,” I explained. As she looked at me with her gorgeous blue eyes she leaned down towards me “I would definitely agree, but I think you need to help Mommy first so I don’t have to tell anyone about our little secret”. My heart suddenly dropped, and I realized that she was not asking me to do this. The ‘secret’ she was referring to was more like our history, as this was not the first time I had been in this house. It all started about a year ago, when I acted on an impulse, and found a way to divulge in my pure love of disposable diapers. I’m not referring to ones meant for old people; I’m talking about toddler diapers. The ones that are loud, crinkly, and stretchy, with fun stickers on the front. The same ones that when you open a bag, your nostrils are filled with that sweet diaper perfume scent. I usually don’t have money, or a good way of discretely purchasing something like a package of diapers. So one day, I thought up a plan to create a fake scavenger hunt and have a diaper be one of the items on the list. I took my list to a couple of houses and received no answer at the door. I was about to give up and I knocked on one last house and this just happened to be where Miss Eve lived. Well, from the moment she answered the door, I was under her command and she took full advantage of this. She was incredibly beautiful, very kind, but also very manipulative. The first time she answered her door and I had told her about that special item on my list somehow she knew that it was really meant for me. Instead of simply saying no, or just handing me a diaper, she invited me inside. Now I’m guessing she only had diapers because she would babysit, but there is no way to know for sure. That day she diapered me herself, and made me use it right there in front of her. I remember that day clearly and how embarrassed I felt about being forced to use a diaper, but I also remember how much I loved being under her control. After I did as I was told she even checked to make sure I wasn’t lying. Then, she changed me into a fresh diaper, and sent me on my way. I was told to come see “Mommy” at any time. I tried to forget about the incident, but immediately fell in love with the diapers she provided. From the waistband, to the stretchy leg cuffs, to my loud crinkly waddle, I was addicted. The smell of these diapers was wildly intoxicating. After that incident, I realized I didn’t like actually using my diaper, but I found out very quickly that I didn’t make the rules, Mommy does. A couple of months later I was practically sprinting home from school to use the bathroom. Miss Eve stopped me and insisted that I use the one in her house. When I finally made it, the door was locked and I was told to use the one upstairs. When I opened the door I was amazed to find a complete nursery, with stacks of diapers, a large changing table, and even a crib. Miss Eve had followed me upstairs and locked the door behind us. She restrained me on the changing table and made it clear that I wasn’t going to make it to the big boy bathroom. She put a pink crinkly diaper on me and adjusted my posture so that she had a perfect view of when I couldn’t hold it any longer. She told me that if I was a “good boy” and made a “poopy diaper for Mommy” she would let me go. I tried to hold out as long as I could but she waited patiently, and checked my diaper several times. Trying to hold back with all of my might she watched while the lump formed under my bottom, and the front of my dry diaper slowly saturated with warmth. After telling me what a good boy I had been, she said that I was to be punished for trying to use a bathroom in Mommy’s house. She pulled me over her knee and spanked me on the back of my pink girly diaper. That day she did send me home, but not before one last squeeze of my diapered messy bottom, and a very seductive whisper, “Mommy hopes to see you again very soon.” That day I remember the feeling of helplessness I had and how she could make me do whatever she wanted to. I couldn’t help but love her amazing diapers, her nurturing demeanor, and the fact that she was Mommy and I was her good little boy. I found myself wanting to please her either so I could leave and escape the shame of her watching me dirty my diaper, or to get her approval that I was a good boy like she said. I had been to her house several times and I was usually forced to come in when she was outside as I walked home from school. Regardless of how she would manipulate me to submit to her, the end result was always the same. The look of satisfaction on her face and the warm mess inside of my diaper meant that Mommy was happy and my secret was safe. I hated that she knew about my diaper fascination because I felt like she was always teasing me about it. Sometimes, I would walk home with other kids in my class and we would see her and she would specifically say hi only to me. Other times, her diaper bag would be sitting on the porch with a diaper sticking out as if it were bait to lure me in. About a month ago, she took the embarrassment of what I was to do for her to a whole new level. I saw her that Saturday morning at the grocery store. She was extra nice to me that morning and offered a ride back to the neighborhood. To avoid a long walk back I agreed and we left. When we arrived she insisted that I stay for milk and cookies. I love cookies and since I had nothing to do I decided I would stay for a little bit. She said that it would be a little while so I could lie down on the couch and watch TV. As I laid there, I wondered if this was some plan of hers to get me in another messy situation. I could hear her gathering baking utensils in the kitchen as I slowly dozed off. I awoke from my nap and immediately realized I was no longer on the couch. Surrounded by tall wooden banisters, I recognized that the jail cell I was sitting in was a baby’s crib, but big enough for me. Was I still at Miss Eve’s? How long did I sleep for? I wondered. As I tried to roll over to look around I noticed that familiar sweet smell of diapers. The bulk between my legs made it hard to even move, and I knew I was no longer wearing the underwear I put on this morning. I rolled over onto my stomach and I could hear the rustle of my thick diaper underneath my blue onesie. Suddenly, I had a need to use the bathroom. I laid my head down for a second thinking that I had to get out of here. I was able to pull myself up so that I could stand. Just as I did, a beautiful woman walked in the room. She was about medium height with short dark brown hair and stunning green eyes. I noticed her creamy white legs and how well her chest filled out her shirt. “Hi there” She exclaimed in a very loving and giggly tone. Before I had a chance to respond she left the room and I heard her say “He is awake”. I stood trying to listen to what was being said when suddenly Miss Eve walked into the room. As she pulled her cooking apron over her head she tossed it on the railing of this very large crib. “Hi sleepy head” she gleamed. Her red t-shirt was squeezing her breasts together as she looked at me like this is normally how I take a nap. “What is going on? Why am I in this thing?” I cried. “Because I didn’t want my little boy having an accident on Mommy’s couch and so I can keep an eye on you” she whispered with an evil smile. My need to go to the bathroom started to increase. “But you have other people here” I whined. “Sweetie, those are Mommy’s friends from out of town. I told them about what a good boy you could be and they wanted to see”. “But you promised!” “Awe, honey, it is still our little secret, Jenny, and Brandi live very far away and will probably never see you again. I promise our secret is safe,” she said reassuringly. “Did you have a good nap?” she asked as she leaned down to unbutton the bottom snaps of the onesie. She gently turned me around and lifted the back flap of my pajamas. “Let’s check that diaper of yours”. I could feel as she squeezed the back of my diaper together at the leg cuffs. Then she used the palm of her hand to smush the diaper up against my bottom and test the consistency. Finally, she had one more test and I felt a hint of cold air as she pulled the top of the diaper away from my skin to peek down the back. “All dry!” she said. I was reminded of my urge to get to a toilet, and soon. Suddenly, it became too much and I winced with my knees in, holding the front of my diaper. I knew it was a mistake because Miss Eve noticed and smiled. “I really need to blow my nose, can I go to the bathroom?” I quickly asked. “Now I know you got a spankin for trying to go to the bathroom once before, are you wanting another one, or are you just needing Mommy’s attention?” she asked as sweet as can be. “But I want to get down!” I fussed. “Is that all?” she asked. “Well I do believe you know what Mommy wants in order to make that happen, don’t you?” Without even thinking I looked down and slowly nodded yes while I put my thumb in my mouth and started to suckle. She leaned down so she was face to face with me and pulled my chin up gently. “Are you gonna be a good boy for Mommy and her friends and make a stinky poopy diaper?“ She said it as if she already knew the answer. I nodded yes. As if I had no choice she said, “Mommy can guess it’s probably gonna be a soggy diaper too,” (as I was) still sucking my thumb. I nodded in agreement. “Good boy, now let’s take off that onesie so we can see what a mess you make.” She pulled the clothing off and pulled a t-shirt over my head. The shirt just barely covered the first row of teddy bears on the front of my diaper. Again, my sensation that signaled I should head to the bathroom got stronger and I didn’t have much time. I had to figure out a way to get out of this crib, and quickly, or I was going to fill my thick diaper while Mommy and her friends watched. Mommy left the room and a different girl walked in, and I decided I couldn’t hold it any longer. I grabbed the wooden pegs of the crib. I was facing the wall out of sheer embarrassment. I squatted slightly in hopes of keeping the mess in one spot in the back of the diaper and not all over me. “Eve!” the girl called out. “Are you goin potty?” Mommy said as she walked in the room. “Uh huh” I said as I started to lose control and push. I could feel the diaper area around my bottom slowly move away as I forced a mushy mess into the back of my diaper. “What a good boy!” Mommy said and I felt a hand gently mash the lump under my bottom. “Ok let’s see the front,” she said as she turned me around. I sucked my thumb, and gave in. The warm flood soaked the front of the diaper and it was immediately apparent how bad I had to go. “Oh my, what a soggy diaper this is,” Mommy said as she squeezed the bottom front of the saturated disposable. I was done, and too embarrassed to look at Mommy and her pretty friends. I tried to turn away ever so carefully so as not to make a bigger mess than I already had. I heard Mommy ask “Did you want some milk and cookies?” and I told her I did. She came back in and put a plate of chocolate cookies down. Then, she leaned down with that evil smile and said, “Maybe you should sit and eat them” knowing how much I was avoiding what was in the seat of the stinky diaper. Before I could react she picked me up under my arms and slowly sat me down. I could feel the gooey firmness of my mess smear all over my bottom and even squeeze between my legs. The damage was done, so I just sat and ate my snack. When I was done Mommy walked in. “Oh my, I think somebody has a poopy diaper!” she exclaimed. She stood me back on my feet gave another squeeze in the back and peeked into a leg cuff just to make sure. “Does my little boy need his diaper changed?” I nodded. “Mommy has to clean up the kitchen, so I will be back ok?” Just as I was starting to get upset, the same brown haired girl from before came in the room with a diaper and a tub of wipes in her hand. Embarrassed, I backed away from the front of the crib. “Hi pumpkin, don’t be shy. I’m Jenny and I’m here to make it all better, now let’s get you out of that dirty diaper” she said. She laid me down and pushed my shirt up exposing the soggy bulge in the front. As she pulled the tapes back I started to yawn. I closed my eyes while she changed me. Once she was done she closed the crib and I took a nap. I woke up a bit later and I was allowed to leave. Since that time I have been trying to come up with excuses of why I cannot come in. Miss Eve usually gets her way though because of my secret diaper love. As I realized again where I was, standing there in front of the boxes of diapers, she asked again, “So are you gonna be a big helper for Mommy?” I hesitated for a second. “How about we make a deal?” she asked. “You help Mommy by trying on a couple of diapers, and if you can stay completely dry by the time we are done you will be free to go”. “Is that just for today?” I asked. “Nope, you won’t ever have to come see Mommy if you don’t want to”. “Ok, but what’s the other part of the deal?” unsure of why I even wished to know. “If during our fitting you have to use your diapy and you can’t stay dry, you will have to do whatever Mommy says, and come inside whenever I ask”. I swallowed nervously, and agreed. This is my chance, I thought, to stop allowing her to control me. Plus, I didn’t need to go to the bathroom so I shouldn’t have any trouble staying dry. She went into the kitchen, “Are you thirsty? I have some juice”. I kind of needed something to drink but I knew it couldn’t be too much. “Sure, I’ll have a little” I said and she brought me out a glass. I slowly drank as she started to open one of the boxes. She pulled back the flaps and that magical smell filled the room. She pulled out a diaper that looked very familiar and I’m pretty sure I had worn one before at her house. “Ok sweetie, come lay down for Mommy.” I did as I was told hoping this would be the last time. She pulled off my pants and underwear and slid the diaper under my bottom. She pulled the front up between my legs and taped both sides. “All done, now stand up so Mommy can see”. As I got to my feet I felt something. I had to go to the bathroom. I was determined to forget about the sensation and make it through this dry. I could feel her behind me grabbing, and pulling at the diaper to check the snugness. “Well those fit great!” she said gleefully. “Uh huh,” I commented holding back the pressure that was building inside. “Why don’t we go upstairs to try on the others, that way if they are ok, I can put them away now.” I wasn’t going to make it upstairs, but I couldn’t let her know. “Go on up and wait for me honey, Mommy will be up in a second to try on the next one”. I practically sprinted up the stairs to try and figure out what I should do. I looked for a place to hide but there was nothing. Finally I realized that I had no other option. I stood next to the crib and watched in the mirror as the back of my diaper started to stick out further and further. The smell immediately filled the room and I knew I was caught. After that I figured there was no point in hiding so I went potty too filling up my once dry diaper. I just stood there, waiting to face Mommy and accept my fate. The door slowly opened, and there she stood as the smell immediately gave me away. She slowly walked over to me and kneeled down so she was at eye level. “Do you have something to tell Mommy?” she asked. I nodded as I put my head down and started to suck my thumb. “And what would that be?” she asked. I pulled my thumb out and looked at her, “I made a poopy diaper”. “Yes, you did, just like a good boy, what a stinky poopy diapy,” she said happily. “From looking at the front I would say that diaper is anything but dry honey.” I nodded in agreement. “Well Mommy can definitely smell it, but let’s just be sure shall we?” She stood up and leaned over me. She took her hand and slowly but firmly smushed the back of the diaper spreading the warm mess all over me. Then she pulled the back away to peek. “My goodness” She said. “You weren’t able to stay dry” she said in a very tragic and disappointing tone. “I tried Mommy!” I explained. “I know you did, but since you couldn’t, Mommy will be in charge going forward. I think it’s time for your nap honey, can you be a big helper and get Mommy what she needs to change your stinky diaper?” “Yea” I said. “Good boy, I’m gonna need some wipes, some powder, and a fresh diaper, feel free to grab a new diaper out of the box” she said. “I thought those were for the boy you babysit” I replied. She smiled “Sweetie, that boy is you. I knew you couldn’t stay dry, so all of those wonderful diapers are yours, and Mommy will make sure they get used.” I went and grabbed the supplies she had requested. When I got back, she was sitting on the floor waiting for me. “What a good little helper, come to Mommy” as she patted the floor in front of her. “Since you did so good we are going to get you out of that messy thing right now.” I didn’t say anything. She laid me down and slowly pulled back the tapes. I started to suck my thumb and slowly fell asleep knowing that I would be staying here for quite some time.

[paddedthinking]

What a dream 💕💕

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Uhh Ohhhh

TL;DR: I wrote this story to try to get myself in the mood to mess…I think it’ll work for me next time…

After a couple of hours and multiple heavy wettings I’m horny enough not care about the very obvious diaper outline against my sweats. Time to go out. As I walk down the hill to the dog park I can feel my soaked diaper spreading my legs apart. With each waddling step, the over-saturated fill rubs against my nub and drives me wild. The warm mid-morning sun shines down. It’s just a lovely day. I get to the park and unleash the dogs and of course they run off. I let out another good soaking as I wander around and then suddenly feel a quick heavy pressure in my stomach…”Ohh no…” I think to myself. I usually don’t wear diapers in the morning due to my schedule but today I had the rare opportunity. I totally forgot what three cups of morning coffee does to me. The pressure strikes again and lasts a little longer this time. I look for the dogs and call for them but they can’t be bothered. They’re sniffing around and taking in all the sun. More pressure, and this time it doesn’t go away. I panic thinking of all my options. I don’t mess my diapers. I just don’t like the cleanup of it all. I calculate how long it would take to get back home and I think I can make it. I leash up the dogs and start waddling as fast as I can up the hill. Each step gets my nub harder as my heavy diaper rubs against me but each step makes it more and more difficult to hold everything else in. I’m halfway home and I’ve never had to release so bad in my life. I’m starting to sweat a bit and the pain in my stomach almost takes my breath away. My emotions are split. I’m so turned on from my diaper rubbing on me and so mortified that I might mess my diaper. “I”m halfway there…I can do this” I think to myself and then I suddenly feel my physical body overriding my mental control of my muscles. I clinch tighter and really start to worry. “I’m not gonna make it” I say quietly. I take a few more steps but the pain and pressure is unbearable. I can’t control my muscles any longer and they betray me. The release is unbelievably  fast as my body gives in. I feel a huge weight unleash itself in the back of my diaper. My body naturally forces me into a squatting position as my stomach muscles force everything out of me. I can’t help but moan out loud as my mortification and pain immediately turns to intense pleasure. The feeling of release after holding it is like no feeling I’ve felt before. It is near orgasmic. I reach between my legs and feel the heft that is now in my diaper. It was already almost maxed out just from wetting but now it’s beyond capacity. As I take a few breaths my focus returns to my nub. It’s rock hard now. I move my hand forward and I get that tingling feeling…”Might as well…” I move my had rhythmically back and forth a few times and release another, less smelly, load in my diaper. I’m about to fall over at this point. My body is tingling with gratification and my muscles are weak. I’m glowing. I slowly stand back up and take a step or two forward. The full destruction of my diaper is now very obvious and still such a turn on. I look down at the dogs…“Fuck it…Lets go back to the park!”

[talesfromthenursery]

Spencer Part 1

After flunking out of his first semester at college Spencer was sure he would have to move. The room he was “renting” was part of a package deal with the college and if he wasn’t attending classes he would have to pay or be on the streets. His landlord Ron, who was only a few years out of college himself but already well-off working from home as an investment banker, graciously allowed Spencer to stay until he could get back on his feet. Spencer was happy he wouldn’t be homeless or have to go back to his hometown as a failure. The early happiness began to fade quickly as Ron began to talk down to him and treat him like a little kid.

He told Spencer he should start taking baths at night so that he wouldn’t be in the way when Ron needed to shower in the morning. Spencer’s tooth paste was changed to bubblegum flavor, his new bath towels had Disney characters on them, and his bath soap was replaced with Disney bubble bath. Ron also added a nightlight to the bathroom and Spencer’s bedroom. With each change Ron would make sure to mention it to Spencer and ask him how he liked his new toothpaste or his towels or the smell of his bubble bath or if the nightlight made his room less scary. Spencer tried to be polite, he wasn’t sure why Ron was doing this but he didn’t want to seem ungrateful since Ron was allowing him to live there for free. One night before dinner he told Spencer he had a surprise for him and placed a Mickey Mouse sippy cup in front of his place at the table. Ron said it was to make sure there were no spills or messes at dinner time. Spencer accepted the sippy cup with a weak smile and a thank you hoping these would be the end of Ron’s additions to Spencer’s life.

A few days later while Spencer was soaking in the tub trying to figure a way out of his living situation Ron came in without knocking and picked up the clothes Spencer had left on the floor. He paid no attention to Spencer trying to cover himself in the tub and said he was doing laundry so he wanted all the dirty clothes. As he left the room, Ron told Spencer to hurry up since it was nearly 8:00 pm and almost bedtime. Spencer couldn’t even respond before Ron left the room. Spencer finished his bath and dried himself off resolving to talk to Ron about all these changes first thing in the morning. After wrapping himself in his fluffy Disney towel he headed into his room and opened the top drawer of his dresser to get a pair of boxers but they were all gone. Instead there were several stacks of Disney pull-ups and few sets of Mickey Mouse pajamas. Spencer finally had enough, grabbed one of the pull-ups and he went to find Ron who was working on his computer in his office.

He asked Ron where is boxers were and why there were pull-ups in his dresser. Ron smiled and said the pull-up were to make sure Spencer didn’t have any night time accidents and his boxers had been washed and stored until he earned them back. Spencer started to argue but Ron cut him off and said it was past Spencer’s bedtime so he should go back to his room and get ready for bed. He promised to come see him in a few minutes to tuck him, then he went back to his work and ignored Spencer who stood there for a few more minutes before returning to his room. Back in his room Spencer weighed his options and realized he didn’t have a choice. He had nowhere to go, no money, and nothing to wear except the pull-ups and pajamas because Ron took all his other clothes. He sheepishly pulled on one of the pull-ups and one of the pajama sets then got into bed. He hadn’t noticed before but his bed had new sheets with Disney characters to match his pull-ups and pajamas. A few minutes later Ron came in and smiled when he saw Spencer in bed. He lifted up the covers to check that Spencer was indeed wearing the pull-up and patted them through Spencer’s pjs saying how happy he was that Spencer had been a good boy and had gotten ready for bed all by himself. He also told Spencer that his mattress now had a protector on it just in case the pull-ups leaked. After giving Spencer a gentle kiss on the forehead Ron turned off the light and told Spencer to stay his bed until Ron woke him for breakfast in the morning. As he shut the door Ron knew he had Spencer once he’d willingly put on the pull-up.

Now that Ron knew Spencer was trapped he kept the younger boy in his pull-ups rather than giving him his boxers back. Around the house he wouldn’t let Spencer wear pants saying he needed to be able to see if he’d wet his pull-ups. When he was eating along with his sippy cup Spencer had to use toddler cutlery and Ron would also tie a brightly colored bib around his neck to keep him from getting messy. After a few days in pull-ups Spencer found the bathroom door locked when he went to use it. He asked Ron to open the door and Ron happily said he’d take Spencer to the potty if he needed to go. Spencer tried to say he didn’t need help but Ron ignored him and took him by the hand to the bathroom. Once inside he pulled down Spencer’s pull-up and sat him on the potty to do his business. When Spencer was done Ron used a wet-wipe to clean his bottom even though he hadn’t pooped. Ron scolded him for not keeping his bottom clean then pulled up his pull-up and sprinkled baby powder in the front and back to keep him smelling infantile. As they left Ron locked the door and told Spencer ask him when he needed to use the potty and he would take him. He sent Spencer off to watch cartoons and play with the toys Ron laid out for him. Before dinner Ron striped off his shirt leaving him in just a pull-up and bib for dinner.

When dinner was over Spencer was left to play with his toys while watching cartoons in the living room for a little while then Ron came in and said it was bath time. Inside the bathroom he had Spencer sit down on the potty while he filled the tub. Before letting Spencer get in the tub Ron had him stand with his arms up and his legs apart while he put a thick cream under his arms, on his legs, around his penis and on his butt. He made Spencer stand still while the cream worked and after ten minutes he wet a towel in the tub and began to wipe the cream off. In the bathroom mirror Spencer could see the cream was taking all his hair off and before he could say anything Ron told him that boys who wear pull-ups and need help using the potty shouldn’t have big boy hair and this cream would keep it from growing. It was one more humiliation for Spencer but he couldn’t even bring himself to protest. When he was done wiping off the cream Ron put Spencer in the tub and made him play with some bath toys while he scrubbed him head to two. While he was cleaning Spencer’s penis and butt he was very thorough and made sure to comment about Spencer getting hard from the attention. He also told him not to be a naughty boy and play with himself, ever or he would be punished. Spencer just nodded meekly while Ron continued to rub up and down his penis and rub his other hand on the outside of his butt. After a few minutes Ron brought Spencer out of the tub and led him to his bedroom and dressed him for bed. Spencer didn’t even argue about being able to dress himself, what was the point after allowing Ron to take him to the potty and bathe him.

Spencer woke in the middle of the night and had to pee. He was about to get out of bed when he remembered Ron’s warning about staying in bed until he came to check on him. He laid there for a few minutes before deciding to risk it and he got out of bed and went to look for Ron. As soon as he stepped into the hallway he heard Ron’s booming voice asking why he was out of bed. Spencer tried to explain that he need to pee but Ron took him by the arm and brought back to his room. As he was scolding Spencer Ron sat down on the bed and pulled the younger boy across his lap. Ron said he’d hoped not to have to do this but Spencer was giving him no choice since he’d gotten out of bed after bed time. At first Spencer had no idea what was Ron was talking about or what was happening until Ron pulled down his pajama bottoms and pull-ups and started smacking him on the butt. Spencer tried to squirm and wriggle off Ron’s lap but it was no use. In a few short minutes, he was a bawling mess and promising to stay in bed. When he was done Ron pulled Spencer’s pajamas and pull-ups back up and gave him a hug telling Spencer he didn’t want to have to punish him but if he continued to not listen he would get more spankings. Ron tucked Spencer back in to bed and said he would see him in the morning. It wasn’t until after Ron had left the room that Spencer realized he still needed to pee. With no other choice he used the pull-up as he fell back asleep.

[When the creative juices flow. I’ll write a cute stories. If not I won’t. As always if you see a picture that you want taken down please contact me directly and I will remove it. You can also suggest story ideas.] 

[gordodraws]

November’s Patreon Piece. Jack’s got one hell of a commute home. For $5 Patreon subscribers, the story chapter is now live. Consider supporting me @ www.patreon.com/Gordo Here’s a short preview for this one: Jack took a deep breath and walked around to the adult section, and was immediately hit with a wall of options, either side of him. So much for getting in and out fast. He walked the length of the aisle as quick as his eyes could take in what was surrounding him. Male pads, female pads, pull-ups, briefs… none of this would remotely qualify as the ‘thickest they stock’. Finally, the last third of the aisle was stacked with bigger packages. Diapers at last. Jack was going to use the one he was wearing soon if he didn’t get a move on. The urge to poop was growing stronger with each minute since he stopped power walking the streets. Lingering in the aisle wasn’t helping, and he shifted from foot to foot, hunching, or trying anything to try and ignore it. Jack roughly knew his brands so all he had to do was find the most absorbent ones and get to the check out. He was quickly resigning to letting go of his aching butt as soon as he was outside. “Hi, can I help you with anything today?” Jack spun around, startled, and trying to maintain his clenched buttocks. A pleasant, stocky, bearded staff member had appeared behind him, obviously picking up on Jack’s desperate eyes scanning the shelves. “I need diapers,” he blurted, regretting saying anything but ‘no’. Jack probably would have kicked himself if the shock wouldn’t void his bowels on the spot.

[gordodraws]

Your new life as a cuck means accepting your place in the hierarchy, and getting used to certain embarrassments. A new chapter is online for my patrons @ http://patreon.com/posts/28717366 Two diapers stared back out from the bag at him; one fresh, pink, and humiliating, and the other sweaty and half-flled with piss. Of these options, Steven genuinely considered just grabbing the wet one again, while trying to weigh up the consequences of which would be worse to be seen putting on. With heavy defeat, Steven picked up the fresh pink diaper with all of its humiliating, attention grabbing decorations. He knew a wet one would be too weird, but this… this was too much. He couldn’t put a pink one in front of someone else! Then a smarter play hit him. He didn’t need to put any diaper on right now. As long as he was wearing one getting home then he’d be fine! He could find any bathroom here or on the way back to do that part. With a nervous smile of relief, he stuffed it back in and grabbed his pants instead. But before he could awkwardly swing one leg inside while also trying to conceal his cage, he was busted. Audibly busted. “Wow!” he heard the other guy exclaim, who had enough of an angle to glance at the pink plastic while Steven tried to shuffle his damp skin into his clothes. “Look at what you’ve done to your dick!“