Friends Help Each Other Out
"Are you fucking kidding me? Again?"
Gary looked incredulously at his roomate Jamie, sitting on the far side of the couch in a tank top... and a very clearly soaked diaper.
This in itself wasn't actually a surprise - Gary had long known about and accepted his best friend's bedwetting problem, and was used to seeing him lounging around in his night diaper well into late morning. And it was the height of summer in an apartment with terrible AC; Gary was stripped down to white briefs himself.
But when the best friends became roommates last year Gary learned something about Jamie he hadn't known: the 21-year old lifelong bedwetter still wasn't very good at paying attention to just how much he'd wet, and whether his nighttime protection could take any more. And just like many times before, he was now sitting in a very obviously leaking diaper, a massive dark damp spot expanding across their already well-worn couch.
"Oh, uhh... sorry," Jamie mumbled, suddenly looking down and assessing his yellow and swollen Youth size undergarment. He genuinely seemed surprised - did he really not notice he was wetting while wide awake? Or was he just too lazy to care until someone called him out? "I'll umm... get a towel and some stuff to clean it up."
"Even when it's dry there's still gonna be pee smell - there already is!" Gary was reaching his limit with this; this was twice in one week. It'd gotten worse since summer break started, and both of them were in the apartment until way later in the day. "And lose the diaper, dude! It's like 11:30 already."
"Fine, whatever. These things aren't cheap, you know? Might as well get use out of 'em."
That argument didn't hold up with Gary at all. For one Jamie wasn't really buying them. He had a part-time job for incidentals, sure, but his parents wired him money for all the real bills - including a solid allowance for the thirty-something "Protective Briefs" their adult son went through in a month. And why "get use" out of them if you're wide awake and can just go to the bathroom anyway? But Gary was pretty sure he knew the answer to that too.
"And don't forget the floor," Gary called as Jamie strode to the kitchen, a tiny drip-drip from his sagging pull-up leaving tiny spots on the floor. Something's gotta change, he thought, this can't keep happening.
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Jamie stumbled into the apartment just before midnight, a few days later. A work friend had a house party, and Jamie never passed up a party where there was drinking - now he was well and fully sloshed.
Gary was in the living room playing video games. He'd come out to parties once in a while, but they weren't his favorite thing. He paused and turned. Yeah! How was the party? You want to hang out or you gonna turn in or..."
"Uh yeah I'm good to hang out! Just let me change clothes and I'll be out." Jamie was glad for things to start feeling normal between them again, after the "incident" the other day. He'd tried to play nonchalant, but he'd felt embarrassed and a little wounded after Gary flipped out at him before. What was the big deal, anyway? It was just a little pee on a cushion.
He vaguely registered Gary saying "uhh yeah about that.." as he made his way into the bedroom, pulling off his shirt and pants as he went. He was down to his briefs when he reached the bedroom and saw what was on his bed.
It was a package of adult diapers... but not his brand. The front said "MAXIMUM ABSORBENCY", and judging by the diagram, these weren't the thinner pull-on types he'd worn since he was a kid. These were bulkier and with tapes on the side, put on like a baby diaper.
And they weren't in his closet, where he normally kept his protection, And he definitely didn't order them.
"The fuck?.." he said, still processing what he was looking at. It was then that he half-turned around and realized Gary was now standing just outside his room.
"I found this other brand, they hold way more than what you've got now. You can put them on early - which I know you like - and wear well through the morning, no leaks. No more problems."
"Fuck you, dude. Don't buy stuff like this for me. I take care of this myself fine."
"You obviously don't Jamie... which is why I'm going to help now. I talked to Laura..."
"....and part of your allowance is coming to me now. I'll buy your diapers from now on, and I'll make sure you're taking them off and on when you need to."
"Don't drunk dial your mom at midnight, dude. It's a bad look for everyone. Let's just get the thing on and you can talk to her tomorrow."
Jamie deflated. They both knew his mom worked long hours, in part to pay his costs. And while Jamie might be a little lazy and even a little spoiled, he loved his mom, and he wasn't a dick.
"Fine. One night. Guess trying a new brand can't hurt." He pulled off his briefs and dropped them to the floor without a second thought; even if he weren't shitfaced, the friends had seen each other naked countless times before. He ripped open the top and yanked out a diaper; they were so tightly packed that two more spilled out onto the bed when he did so.
It was folded in a square so he clumsily pulled it open and held it in front of himself, still fuzzy in the head and a little unsure what to do next. It was way bigger overall than the pull-ups he was used to. And it didn't have the intuitive shape of underwear with leg holes to just step into; now he was looking at a wide flat object with four tapes on the sides. He awkwardly turned it around and tried positioning it around his midsection.
"Dude, stop." Gary snapped the diaper from his hand and started turning it around. "I got it, just hold still."
"I can do it!' Jamie whined, only realizing after how he sounded.
"No, you can't. If you tear a tape or something it's completely wasted. Now hold still."
"Ugh!" Jamie sighed dramatically but complied, swaying a little on his feet but doing his best to keep still. Gary hooked the diaper up under his legs, pulling it upward to cover his butt and privates. He fastened the two tapes on the right side, then the left, pulling them deep towards the front to make the diaper fit snugly. When it was all taped up he stepped back for a second, seemingly assessing his work; before suddenly grabbing a white bottle from the dresser, pulling the front of the diaper forward and dumping a cloud of white powder down on Jamie's dick and balls.
"What the," Jamie recoiled, stepping back. A last bit of the powder got on the floor, and a pleasant smell filled the room.
"It's just talcum Jamie, it's good for your skin -"
"It's BABY powder!" Jamie shot back, feeling himself getting more emotional. "You're treating me like a fucking toddler! You know how many times -"
"It's just basic health Jamie, same for adults as kids. You wear these a long time and you don't want to hurt your skin. And it'll help with the piss smell- "
Gary stopped. Jamie could feel his face getting hot and tears welling up. Fuck, don't cry now, standing here like this, Jamie thought, but knew it was coming. "You know how many family members, fake friends, have treated me like a little kid? One little problem and no matter how good I am, no matter how hard I work, no matter how responsible I am..."
"Hey, hey. Listen. Come here." Gary didn't wait for invitation and wrapped his best friend in a hug. They both gently sank down onto the edge of the bed. "This is me you're talking to. You're my best friend. You've saved my life two, three times? And the shit we've been through? I don't just respect you, I admire you bro. You're probably more mature than me."
Jamie was pretty sure this last part was exaggeration - he knew how he was - but he took the olive branch. "Thanks man. It's just.. this is a lot, you know? I don't want you to see me differently."
"Never. Not even a little bit. Gary smiled. "Come on, lets go to the living room. I'm on single player but we can hand off. And please drink some water, you're gonna feel like shit tomorrow."
Gary left the room and Jamie follow shortly after. Sure enough he went to the kitchen first to pour a huge glass of water, chug one standing there, then filled it again and joined Gary on the couch.
During Gary's turns Jamie kept looking down and appraising his new garment. It already looked and felt different from what he was used to. It rode up higher, basically to his belly button, and he was pretty sure even higher in the back. It was thicker in the crotch, and when he sat down he wanted to spread his legs wide. In place of a faux-cloth front it had a smooth, plasticy feel. When he walked from the kitchen to the couch his legs felt wider too, like he was waddling slightly, and he was pretty sure there was a quiet crinkle sound - not enough for someone else to notice, but enough that he did.
Still, he couldn't deny that it was comfortable. The thick padding on his behind wasn't trying to imitate underwear; it was soft like sitting on a second cushion. The snug fit felt like it held his penis firmly in place inside the diaper, in a way even his tighty whities never did.
After a while Jamie felt the water - or was this the last of the beer? - move through him and he had to pee. After putting on his 'protection' for the evening he pretty much never bothered to go to the bathroom; secretly he kind of liked the feeling. Probably why he had so many leaks.
Guess no time like the present to test these babies out, he thought. He inhaled and tensed up a moment but then easily let go. Gary looked over for half a second, seemingly noticing the change, but then turned back to the game without a word. Jamie felt the rushing relief as he emptied his bladder into his waiting diaper, the warm piss now saturating the padding around his dick and balls.
Oddly, his diaper looked basically the same from the outside - maybe a little bigger, but still pristine white. He was pretty sure he'd let out a lot, but someone looking at him wouldn't even be able to tell if he was wet or dry. It even felt different on the inside - more moisture was wicked away from his privates by the powder and padding, leaving a gentler warm feeling without as much wetness. It was nice.
"Aight, think I gotta tap out," Jamie said after a couple more rounds, handing the controller back to Gary.
He waved it away. "Nah, I'm done too. That new diaper holding up ok?"
"Uh, yeah, it's fine", Jamie replied absently, before stopping to think how odd a question that was.
"What?" Jamie said; he had already been standing, but now it felt like he'd done it on Gary's orders. His friend strode over to him and without missing a beat, pressed his hand against the front of the Maximum Absorbency diaper. Jamie flushed as he felt the added pressure on his cock inside the subtly-damp padding, and was embarrassed to even feel himself getting hard.
"Yeah, feels fine. These definitely hold more than the pullups did, you should be good all night. G'night bro." He gave Jamie a light tap on the diapered ass as he walked off to his room and closed the door. Jamie, a little bewildered but also exhausted, just turned off to his own room, and collapsed down onto the bed.
Jamie woke, his head throbbing. Thank god I'm off today, he thought, working like this would be hell. He heard the TV in the other room and water running or something in the kitchen; Gary must already be up. He rolled over and realized he was looking right at the back of Gary's head on a chair in the living room: he hadn't closed his door last night, and with no covers he was laying splayed out in nothing but a soaked diaper.
And soaked it was. The diaper was swollen, way more than last night, and the pearly white front now had a definite yellow tint. He could feel it was wet all the way in the back, and warm, like he'd wet again just before waking up. Jamie was used to leaks on his sheets a couple times a month, and more likely after a night of partying. But to the diaper's credit, big as it was the bed was still bone dry. He half-sat up on his elbows and looked down at the massive bulge between his legs, and kind of wanted to touch it, but with the door wide open he was embarrassed Gary would see.
Instead he pulled on a T-shirt and got up to walk to the kitchen. The diaper sagged a little as he stood and was a little noisier, but held its contents just fine. No drip-drips on the floor to double back and clean up after. Gary had coffee going so he poured himself a cup, and grabbed one of the store-bought donuts they went halfsies on.
"How ya feelin'?" Gary called out. He'd left the TV on but was standing outside his own room now, pulling on jeans.
"Like absolute shit," Jamie replied, taking his first sip. "We have like advil or something right?"
"Yeah in the bathroom. But eat first, or it fucks up your stomach."
"I've got class pretty soon", Gary said, pulling a polo over his head. He failed two courses over the last year so that meant summer classes, since they both wanted to graduate on time. He pointed down at Jamie's midsection. "How's that guy holding up?"
"Uhh think fine. They definitely hold more", Jamie said, now looking down himself. His package drooped down from the heavy load, but while with his old pull-ups he'd feel the wetness on his bare thighs, now everything outside the diaper was dry. "I promise I'll keep an eye on it." Secretly, he hoped to have a little time to explore how these new diapers felt, once he had the apartment to himself.
"Sorry man, it's just you always forget lately. And I've got two classes and a fake "break" too short to do anything in; I'll be gone almost five hours. Come on, let's get that thing off."
"No, Gary, listen, please. I know I've fucked up, but I'm twenty-one and I can handle this. I don't need someone else telling me when I need to change."
"It's not someone else dude, it's me." Gary placed his hands on Jamie's shoulders and faced him head-on. His voice got lower, at once more gentle and more serious. "Let's just try this way for a few days, alright? We're friends and nobody's perfect, we're just helping each other out. You'd do the same for me." He rubbed Jamie's shoulder a little as he spoke, reassuringly. "Just a few days, see how it works out. Then we can try something else."
Jamie lowered his head a little. He was embarrassed and overwhelmed. He wasn't lying, he knew he'd fucked up. But his best friend's voice and touch were comforting.
"O..kay. OK," he got out, slowly. "For a few days." His eyes again lower further towards his sodden diaper. "So...how does this go? I just take it off and throw it out but in front of you?"
"Here, lets go to the room, do this right." He turned but kept one hand on Jamie's shoulder, gently leading him along. When they got to the bedroom he ripped apart the left side of the diaper, then the right, then gently lowered it under Jamie's legs until it was fully off. He balled the soaked front of the diaper up into the slightly-less-soaked back and set it gently on the floor. Then he grabbed a pack of wet wipes and started wiping his roommate's bottom before making his way to the front.
"Come on man. Baby wipes too? You're killing me here." But he'd come this far and didn't pull away. And the cool wipes undeniably felt good on his pee-soaked skin.
"They're literally my wipes dude, everyone uses these. And I know you don't clean yourself when you change in the morning; sometimes you smell like piss all day." He knelt down to get a better angle, and got a fresh towelette to gently wipe off Jamie's penis and balls, only smiling slightly when his lifelong friend started to get hard. "You... want me to put you in a new one?"
"WHAT? Are you f -" But Jamie looked down into his friends eyes. Gary was looking up at him. There was no mocking or playfulness in his eyes, he was being dead serious. But the question wasn't harsh or judging either. He was just kneeling there asking, and waiting for an answer, pensive, uncertain. Jamie had a feeling that Gary would have waited there as long as he needed to give that answer. For the first time in all of this, his friend looked like the vulnerable one.
He knows, Jamie realized, he knows and doesn't care. No, not "doesn't care" - he accepts. Jamie had kept secrets from his best friend, thinking he had to. But he's here, waiting, waiting to see if I'll let him in.
"Um, no... not this time. Not...today," he said, quietly, after a long pause. "Thanks though."
"Yeah no worries.. cool.. cool..." He smiled with a warmth that made all the anger and anxiety of the last night melt away. "Well, better get dressed then." He rose and scooped up the old diaper off the floor, gave his friend's shoulder a last squeeze and then walked out of the room. He dropped the sodden package in the garbage, grabbed a bag and made his way toward the door. "I'm already late, but I'll see you later on?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty much just around all day."
The door shut and Jamie was left alone in the apartment, still standing naked from the waist down, trying to process the last sixteen hours. He was still hung over and would probably lay down, but didn't even mind. He felt really, really good.
Not this time... not today... But someday. And if that someday came, he knew it would be totally fine.
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