| Title: | Another Teenage Diaper Story! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | M | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | [email protected] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 16 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 02/14/10, updated 03/21/10 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Summary: |
A Short Story from the Creator of All Aboard!) Three young teenage boys discover their mutual love for diapers, and briefly explore the pleasures of wearing diapers. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.) [?]: | 10 (50%) |
Part One: The Invitation �Hmph���.� I moaned softly as I pulled myself up from underneath the warm duvet sheets of my king sized bed. Sitting up, I pushed back my brown locks and looked at the white Bose clock on my bedside table. As it read 5:47 PM, I relaxed back into the warm sheets with a heavy sigh, hearing the calming sound of my thick disposable diaper crinkle it�s way back into the sheets. With all the effort I had, I thought of rolling over to the far right side of the bed to retrieve the remote to the television directly opposite of the bed. With only the soft and barely audible crinkling of the thick diaper, I retrieved the remote with ninja-like skills, and turned on the television to a channel I liked. As I began to watch a rerun of one of my favorite television shows, I had the sudden urge to pee. The bathroom door stood right of the hanging flat screen, yet I felt it was too far a walk. What the hell, I have one of the thickest diapers known to man on right now, so I may as well use it� I thought, as I began to spread my legs apart and put my right hand atop the thick white diaper. Still watching television, my hand felt incredibly nice as the now-warm diaper quietly swelled, soaking up my bladder�s impurities. I looked underneath the sheets to see the diaper noticeably swelled, but no yellow or wet spots. What a diaper! I thought, as I finally tore away from the thick duvet and ventured to the mini-fridge by my desk. As I opened the fridge to grab a Red Bull in nothing but my diaper, I stood up to go back to my bed. As I was getting back to bed, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. �Hey Silas, I come bearing gifts!� my mother said, as she opened the door to my room. I awaited her arrival, as I stood in the middle of my fairly large bedroom in nothing but the thick diaper. �Good to know you�re actually using them. Even Anthony still fusses over them!� my mother said, dropping her laundry basket and embracing me in a bear hug. �Hmm. You really must like them�� She said, using great dramatics as I moved away from the hug with embarrassment. �So what if I do? I might as well enjoy them if I�m doomed to be a bed wetter.� I said defensively. �Fair enough. You�re using the last one. You had better get some more for both you and your brother, he just ran out of his own supply last night.� �Well, why can�t you? I�ll probably die of humiliation up at the counter. Plus, what if someone sees me? I�ll be the laughing stock of my school, and that�s really the last thing I need.� I said in a much stronger defensive tone. �Then I�ll ship you off to a boarding school in Mexico. God, you�re such a drama queen. More and more like your father everyday. And in a weird way, I�m proud of that. He would be smiling in his grave to see who you are today.� She said, hugging me once more and then returning to her laundry basket. �Here�s your laundry, fresh from the cleaners. Put it away.� She said, making her way to the door as I began to feel my goose-bump ridden bicep from standing near naked in the cool air-conditioned room. �Oh, and by the way, you had better get those diapers soon. I don�t want you or your brother ruining such lovely sheets!� My mom said with glee, as she shut my door and walked off. Once she left the room, I chugged my drink, and threw it into the garbage can. I then jumped onto my bed, sprawled out on the huge mattress. Why did my mom have to bring up dad? It totally wasn�t necessary. I mean, as much as I loved my dad, I�m sure he would be turning in his grave if I found out I loved these diapers... I said to myself as I stared at the white ceiling. Suddenly, my door busted open, and as I sat up to see who it was, I saw my little brother lunging at me with a mile-wide grin on his face. I returned his smile as he dove onto the bed alongside me. You see, my brother Anthony has been my best and only true friend ever since I can remember him. From private school to private school, I haven�t had the time to stay in one place and make friends. And even still, I�ve lived in California for two years, and been to the same school for one year; I�ve yet to make impacting friends, let alone a bestie. Anthony does one thing few people of his age do; listen. If I have a problem, he�s usually the one who understands and can offer whatever advice he can; whether it�s which kind of car I should get, to what I should do with the rest of my life. I�m lucky to have him in my life, and I hope he knows it. �What�s up, big bro!� He said, brushing his knuckle into my skull. �Ow! Quit it, little bro!� I said, following with a soft giggle. He laughed too, and then sat crossed-legged on the bed. �I�m just dandy. Mom wants me to go get some diapers for the both of us. Come with me, and maybe there�s something in it for you�� I said, lightly flicking the top of his hairy head. �Hey!� He said, giggling once more. �Do you wanna watch some TV while I get ready?� I said, sitting up from the bed and walking towards the basket. �Yes sir!� He said in excitement, picking up the remote and turning the television on. �Go get changed, you big baby!� He said, in a mocking tone. �Yeah, whatever kiddo.� I said, picking up pieces of clothing in hopes of forming an outfit. I grabbed a bunch of clothing and ran into the bathroom. *** I walked out of the bathroom to see my brother watching the television. Groomed and dressed, I walked over to my cluttered desk to pick up my phone, wallet, and keys. �Why is your desk so messy?� Anthony asked quizzically, as he continued to watch television. �I don�t know. School�s over, so it�s not textbooks. It must be random magazines and whatever. I�ll sort through it later. Are you ready to go, by any chance?� I replied. �I am now!� He said, turning off of the television while rolling off of the bed. �Awesome, let�s go!� I said, generally enthusiastic about the adventure we were to embark on, as I opened the door and ran down the hall. I then ran down the stairs and into the living room, where I saw my mom eating and watching television. �We�re going now!� said my brother, wrapping his arm around my side like he just found his new best friend. I smiled at this while my mother turned around. �Well, you two look like quite the happy bunch, even if you�re just going out for diapers. Which car are you taking, Silas?� �Uh, I think I�ll just take the Escalade. Pretty low profile.� I said shyly, resting my arm on Anthony�s shoulder. �Why don�t you take dad�s car? After all, you are the man of the house now.� my mom said, reclining back in the sofa chair. �Hey! What about me? I�m about as big of a man as Silas is!� Anthony said defiantly, crossing his arms. �You�ll have your time, Anthony. Good things come to boys who wait.� He smiled at this, while I stared at her in shock. �Are you serious? Dad loved that car more than all three of us combined! He drove over half of the continent just to get to the dealership, and even then it took years to customize it for him!� I said, in clear excitement. �Don�t defend your father. I�m sure he would want you to drive it; he just never had the time to show you how. But hey, that opportunity has passed, so live for the now. Drive that car; I know you both will love it. Just don�t bring any girls home in it.� Mom said, winking at me at the end of the sentence. �Fine. Girls are gross anyways.� Anthony said, grabbing the keys off of the hook to my father�s car. �What he said. Come on, let�s go!� I said, now almost boiling over in excitement. I sprinted to the coat rack where I put on a black hoodie and shoes. I opened the front door with Anthony in tow, and locked it. Since we lived on a pretty big lot, the front driveway branched off into two parts: our regular 3-car garage, and my dad�s workshop on the other side of the lot. We hopped into the white golf cart and sped along the shoveled trail amidst the mounds of snow while the dim headlights illuminated our way to my father�s old workshop. We got to the big garage-like shed a minute later, parking the caddy beside the front door, which sat beside bigger opening doors to accompany the car. It was dark outside, so I had to feel for the knob on the door. As I felt it, I turned and pushed it open to reveal a stream of lights bursting open, shattering the darkness. Amidst the cluttered atmosphere lied the car covered in a huge dust rack. I pulled the cover off to reveal the spotless black and red Bugatti Veyron. �Whoa. I really hope we don�t crash this.� Anthony said, opening the passenger side door. �Yeah, me too, bud. Jesus, we�re fortunate.� I said, entering the vehicle and closing the driver�s seat. �All right. Let�s get motoring.� I said confidently to myself, sliding the key into the ignition, and pressing the start button. The garage door began to open as the lights of the car illuminated my surroundings. I clicked my seatbelt in right as Anthony did too, shifted the stick to Drive, placed my hands on the steering wheel, and I drove off the estate. *** Traffic wasn�t bad for a weekend winter night. Since we live a little bit into the country, I took roads well above the speed limit, which gave us a laugh. About 20 minutes later, we got into town, and stopped in at a quiet pharmacy. I parked the car outside the store, and we both got out. We got inside the rather small pharmacy, and made a beeline for the diapers. Get in, get out, I thought to myself, picking up three packages of the Abena X-Plus, while Anthony went to get his own diapers. Seconds later, we got to the register, diapers and hand, and quickly paid for them. �There�s no one asking questions. This must be too good to be true!� I muttered to myself as I handed the cashier my credit card. I looked at the screen to see the word ACCEPTED on the green-tinted screen. Obviously, I thought, as I picked up all of the bags of diapers and rushed out of the store. After I put the diapers in the trunk of the Veyron, I got back inside the car. �Are you hungry, buddy? I know I am.� I said to Anthony, who nodded. �All right. There�s a fast food joint a few blocks from here, do you want to go there?� I asked, as he nodded once more. We buckled up, and headed up the road. We parked outside the restaurant, where various passersby began to stare at the expensive automobile. I even saw a person taking pictures from a distance. Needless to say, we felt like superstars as we ordered our meals. �Mmm. So good.� My brother said, as we sat overlooking the Bugatti. �Yeah man. Totally hits the spot.� I replied, as I ate my food. I paused, and then said, �You know, we really need to spend more time together before we go back to school again. And even then, we need to hang out.�. �I know. You�re my brother, and like my best friend. And the best part is, you live with me, so even if we�re in separate rooms, it�s still as if you�re there for me. You�re like dad, but better.� Anthony said, smiling his cute face off. �Wow. You�re extremely smart and outspoken for a nine year old. I mean, I know I�ll never be as great as dad, but�� my phone began to ring, interrupting my speech on how amazing my brother was. I took the phone out of my pocket to see my friend Drake call me. We went out together sometimes, and acted like best friends at school, but that was about it. I decided to answer my phone, while my brother finished eating his meal. �What�s going on, Mr. Chydes?� I answered happily. �A lot, Mr. Montrick. I would love for you to stay the night at my empty abode this evening with a friend and myself. You think you could make it?�. I was so excited, I nearly laughed. �Yeah sure, as long as my little bro doesn�t mind.� As I lifted my phone from my ear, my brother began to say do it, nodding his head up and down manically. I laughed a little, mainly because of his understanding and cuteness. �Yeah. I guess I�m in. I�ll be there in an hour.�. �No. My driver will be picking you up in an hour. That way you�ll get to know my friend a bit better on the way to my house. They�ll be there in an hour.� �Alright, sounds good. I�ll see you then. Peace.� I said, turning my phone off. �You are so understanding, little bro. You ready to go?� I said, with a mile-wide smile on my face. �Yeah! Just let me finish this drink.� He said, chugging the rest of his large drink. �Ready!� He said, wiping the excess Pepsi off of his mouth and standing up from his seat. I did the same, and followed him to the car. We got back into the Veyron once more, buckled up, and began the journey back home. Part Two: The Surprise �Silas, I really have to use the bathroom.� Anthony said calmly as I took a country road 50 kilometers above the speed limit. �We�ll be home in like, ten minutes. Can�t it wait?� I said, nervously, now increasing the speed as we rushed home. Wow, I thought to myself. I bet my dad never maxed this thing past 100 kilos, and here I am doubling it. I�m not sure if he would be pleasantly surprised, or surprisingly unpleasant. �I don�t know�� Anthony said unsurely, gripping the door handle with his right hand and tapping his feet, trying to keep his left hand calm. �Well, I don�t care what you do, just try not to stain the million dollar car.� I said nervously, as I hit 160 kilometers on the speedometer. �Plus, we�ll be home in about 2 minutes. I�m sure you and your bladder can wait.� �I guess so�� Anthony sighed, still tapping his feet. Minutes later, I got into the estate, and parked the car into the garage-house hybrid. As I got out of the car, I grabbed the diapers from the trunk, and as I exited the house hybrid, I noticed Anthony was lagging behind. �What�s up, Tony? If I had to go to the bathroom, I�d already be in the house!� I exclaimed, puzzled at his concept. �Well� I already went.� He said, stepping forward onto one of the outdoor floor lights. The bright light fully lit up his body. It all looked normal, except for the fact that there was no wet spot. �I�m confused,� I said aloud, pondering such a mystery, until� �Wait! You�re not wearing a diaper, are you?� I said curiously, taking a step forward. As soon as I said this, Anthony�s face began to redden as he hung his head down and grabbed his crotch guiltily, mist forming in his eyes as it masked the soft crinkling of what was inside of his cargo jeans. His fresh tears hit the gravel as I approached him and placed my hand on his shoulder. My god! This liking-diapers thing must be in my genes! I said, lifting up the chin of my saddened brother while I smiled in his face. �You know, if I had any diapers left, I�d join you and your bold diaper-wearing crusade.� I said, chuckling softly as fresh snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Almost immediately, his tears stopped flowing, and his million-dollar shined through. �Are you serious? I thought you were way too cool for liking them. I mean, what�s NOT to like about them? So soft, so thick� They�re like a part of my world, you know?� He said, still being defensive incase he thought I was playing with him. As much as I wanted to talk to my brother more about this amazing moment, I checked my watch only to see that I had a few minutes until my ride came. I kneeled down as the snow began to pick up and looked my brother right in the face, wiping away his tears. �Look, champ. As much as I would like to continue this conversation, I have to get ready for Drake and his friend. It sounds like I�m staying over, so I can make you a deal. You can stay in my room tonight, and tomorrow we can have the whole day together. Sounds like a plan?� I said, reassuringly. �Hell yes! Oh wow, you�re amazing. I love you so much Da�I mean Silas. You�re the best brother of all time.� He said, smiling cheerfully at me, shortly before running back into the house. I shrugged, and went back into the house. After all, I am an older brother� a good one, at that, I thought to myself, as I opened the door into the house. *** As soon as I stepped into my room, I locked the door and set the diapers down by the side of my desk (where they usually go), and stripped down completely. I then leaned over the side of my desk to where the diapers were, and tore open a new pack. As I picked out a white and thick Abena X-Plus, I also noticed a foreign pack of diapers inside the large bag. I picked the small package up to inspect it. Pull-Ups? Anthony�s a little too old for these. He must have picked them up by mistake� oh well, I thought to myself, until I came up with a brilliant idea. I opened the package, and pulled out one of the smaller diapers. With two diapers in my hands, my Penis began to pulsate, rising rapidly as I grazed my fingers on the soft diapers. I walked into the bathroom to pick up the baby powder and a large towel, and walked out into the main part of my bedroom, where I spread the towel over a large area of the bed. On top of the towel, I opened the two thick, disposable diapers, and laid them flat onto the bed, the blue Pull-Up on top of the dominant- looking Abena. I then lied back, with my bottom planted in the centre of the diapers and in the centre of the towel. In complete silence, I used the baby powder that was in my hands and began to heavily powder my butt and penis. After fifteen seconds of this, I put the powder underneath my bed, and began to tape up the pull-up over my hardened cock. This was a difficult task, as the tip barely peeked out over the Cars Pull-Up. After this, I quickly taped up the bigger and thicker Abena, and after this was done, I rolled around on the bed, admiring the bulkiness of my now padded rear. I then remembered the magazine I had in my drawer, and as I began to pull it out from my bedside drawer, I heard a knock on the door. I quickly rolled out of bed and into the bathrobe that lied on the floor, and then ran to unlock and open the door. �I packed all of your things for the sleepover. You just need a few extra things� And I�m sure you know what those things are.� She said, dropping the duffle bag at my feet. �Also, what time is he coming to pick you up? Or are you even driving? Like, way to keep me in the loop, Silas!� My mother said, slightly anxious. �Relax mom. Go make yourself some tea. Everything�s under control, his driver is coming in about 8 minutes. Thanks for everything mom!� I said, faking cheer. �Fine. Play nice, and I�ll see you in the afternoon.� She said, pinching my cheek sternly, before walking away. I closed and locked my door once more, and tore off my robe. I then went to the side of the desk, and took three diapers out of the package of opened Abenas. I put them inside the quarter-empty duffle bag, as well as three Pull-Ups. One can never be too sure� right? I said to myself, reassuringly as I began to lie back down on the bed. I then grabbed the magazine once more, and began to flip through the pages. This continued until I saw an astonishing man. Justin Hydrek, The Next Global Superteen? The caption read, as the next page unveiled a stunning, shirtless and slender teenager with impeccable navy-blue eyes. Amidst the near- realistic ocean backdrop was a beautiful boy with long and beautiful black hair, barely looming over his right eye. As I began to read the article, and potentially other things to the article, my phone rang, indicating a text message. I got up with a crinkle, and semi-waddled to where my clothes were. As I read the text, it was from an unfamiliar number, saying we�re outside. Assuming it was the driver, I quickly put my jeans on over my diaper, and slipped on a fresh shirt. I grabbed my duffel bag, my phone, and my wallet before finally taking one good look at myself in the mirror before leaving the room. Everything looked fine, and felt just as great � except for the fairly noticeable bulge in the back of my pants. Oh well, I hope the guest doesn�t mind, I thought, as I walked out of the room. *** Once I waved my mother goodbye and kissed my brother on the forehead, bidding him farewell, I grabbed my stuff and went outside, where I saw a long, cyan-colored stretch Hummer. As I approached the back doors of the limo, the driver ran out of the car to open the door for me, and to place my bags in the trunk. �A thousand appreciations, good sir,� I tried in my best posh accent, to which he replied back with a greater accent than mine. �Indeed� He replied, as I climbed aboard the huge monstrosity of an automobile. I ended up belly sliding face-first onto a soft, sofa-like passenger seat. As the driver closed the door, rapid footsteps approached the seat, and soon enough, I felt a soft hand lightly shake my right shoulder. �Are you alright? It would turn out to be an awful night if it was anything life threatening� or night threatening, for that matter.� a youthful voice said, almost as soft as the hand he laid upon me. I rolled over to see a familiar, voluptuous face. I sat up in a semi-daze, trying to remember the face. God, it�s right on the tip of my tongue� I said to myself reassuringly. �Sorry about that, I�m a massive klutz.� I said, stifling a laugh. �My name�s Silas� Silas Montrick. Sorry for the scare, I feel like a dork.� I said shyly, sitting back trying to relax myself. Come on, what�s his name, damn it! I screamed to myself, trying to find it. He smiled, too. �Don�t worry about it, I just haven�t made my klutz move of the day yet.� He said, sitting back as well, as if he was mimicking me. �By the way, my name is Justin, Justin Hydrek�.�
Part Three: All The Right Moves� �The Justin Hydrek?� I said frantically, as I placed a mile-wide grin on my face. �T�that�s amazing! How are you, man?� I said, letting his appearance get the best of me. I guess it�s better than saying hey! I just masturbated to you, I said to myself. He laughed, and replied, �I�ve seen better days, bro. Way better days. I�m surprised, besides Drake and my family, you�re the only male fan I�ve seen!� He said in a surprised tone. �Really? That�s a shocker. I wonder how that can be�.� I said, pausing for thought. �Whatever. I�m out of the spotlight for a bit. Mom wants me to get an education, so why not? It will only help me, and right now, not too many things can hurt me� even if I only have two male fans.� He said, smiling. I smirked at the thought. �So how does a big superstar such as yourself get connected to people like Drake?� I asked quizzically, as he unbuckled his seatbelt and moved over to the front side of the limo to open the door of the mini fridge. As he bent over to scavenge the fridge, I noticed something I probably shouldn�t have noticed. Above his beautiful ripped jeans was the thick white upper trim of the exact same diaper brand I was wearing. I then noticed he was completely squatting now, being completely still. Oh my god, is he�. Using his diaper? I thought to myself, being totally blank-faced, but completely shocked when I saw the bulge droop, pushing his beautiful jeans outward a tiny bit. And then, as if nothing happened, he sat back up and began to sit down and slink back into his seat. At this point, I grew harder as I could imagine his load spreading in and around his thick Abena. �Oh. Right. I know Drake from way back. We met on an online chat room, and we�ve been bantering back and fourth for five years! It�s a shame we�ve never seen each other in person.� Snapping out of my pre-climactic state, I replied back. �What? You never met in person? What chat room did were you guys using?� I said out of complete shock. His face began to flush. �Well� If I told you, would you promise not to say anything? Not even to the tabloids? I really don�t need the aggravation. Plus, if you�re a friend of Drakes, you must be a good guy, right?� He said, winking at me. �Oh, you know it. No one needs to know about the private life of such an incredibly cute superstar.� I said, then at once mock-covering my mouth. Shit! Control yourself, Silas! No one really needs to know that you�re gay yet, I said to myself quietly. Justin then undid his seatbelt and sat beside me, hearing the familiar crinkle of his loaded diaper plop right beside me. As he was about to say something, the sliding window behind the driver�s seat opened. �It�ll be about a half-hour until we get to Mr. Chyde�s house.� The driver said, then closed the window. Justin then turned to me, moving around in his seat, and moving his mouth near my ear. �I would have told you anyways, but here goes. The chat room was about this�� He whispered excitedly, pulling down part of his pants to reveal the white diaper he had messed minutes before. The stench of the messy diaper soon spread to the entire back of the limo, making it uneasy at first, but got better after a few seconds. I smiled at this and began to pull down my jeans to reveal the same brand of diaper he had on. He moved back in absolute excitement and was at a loss for words. �Don�t you just love diapers?� I said smiling, trying to break the ice. �Silas, I�ve loved them for as long as I had my first memories. I am not even going to describe how much I love them, because you must know just as much as I do. God, is this ever a genuine moment. I have never felt such a strong connection with another guy before in such a small amount of time. I mean, I�m not a man of many words, probably because I sing so many�� He said, causing us to both laugh. ��But I can�t wait to spend some more time with you tonight.� He said, tracing his finger down my shirt, with his glossy brown eyes meeting mine. He then stood aback in shock and fear. �I... I mean if you�re up for that. Drake just speaks so highly of you� He, too, thinks you�re really cute. I� I�� He said, stuttering in worry. Smiling, and trying to hide all the excitement I had in me, I decided to speak. �So this means we�re all gay? That�s great. Now I really can�t wait to get the party started at Drake�s.� �Why start there when we can have a little pre-party of our own?� Justin said shyly, but then gained more confidence in his actions as he moved closer onto me, bringing his lips to mine. In silence, I unbuckled my seatbelt as I began to spread myself slowly and quietly onto the carpeted floor. Justin, now on top of me, continued to lock his lips around mine as we intertwined into one in the back of the limousine. (Be sure to email me at [email protected] to comment or give me ideas!)