Mike's Morning

Summary: Mike's friend Tim has to wear diapers around the house, but 
that doesn't stop Mike from being his friend. In fact, Mike decides to 
spend the night, even tries wearing one of Tim's diapers, but he's 
later asked to use them for their intended purposes...

I woke up, rubbing my eyes groggily. Remembering what Tim and I had 
been up to last night, I reached under my covers and yes, I was still 
wearing one of his diapers. They crinkled loudly as I shifted my legs, 
getting up in a sitting position. Our pajama bottoms were on the floor, 
so we were in just t-shirts and diapers.

"G'morning." Tim grinned from the floor, sitting up in his sleeping 
bag. He had let me use his bed.

"G'morning," I returned, rubbing the front of my diapers again, "I 
didn't wet... I guess I don't need them after all. It was fun to wear 
them, though. Wanna get some break... what are you doing?"

Tim had gotten up on his haunches and was squatting down, spreading his 
legs out some. He looked like he was bracing himself for something. I 
saw that the front of his diapers were soaked, were sagging between his 
legs. He tugged at the crotch of his diapers uncomfortably, pulling a 
face.

"Goin' number two. One sec." he said, letting out a short grunt.

I stared.

"You're... going to take a dump?" I asked, now staring at the back of 
his diapers. He grunted again, held still, and sure enough, the seat of 
his pants started to expand. A faint rustling sound filled the room as 
a huge, soft load filled up the back of his diapers. He grunted a 
little more, then let out a long sigh, smiled tiredly and slowly sat 
back on his haunches, his diapers now totally filled.

"Yep, I had to poop," he said, looking up at me and grinning, shifting 
his weight slightly to get comfortable, "mom said it was ok if I pooped 
in my diapers, just as long as it's in the morning and I change 
myself... you're not wet?" he asked suddenly, though I told him I 
wasn't.

"No..." I said, looking down at my disposable again, "didn't need them, 
but it was fun..."

"So pee in them." Tim said casually, bringing his knees up to his 
chest. I could still see his crotch, and he looked pretty wet. It 
didn't look like it felt too good, plus what if his mom found out I had 
wet my diapers? We told her that I was just going to wear them, to put 
Tim at ease, who needed them every night.

"But I'm awake." I counter, fingering one of the tapes uncomfortably.

"Don't be shy," Tim said, getting up, "I just took a dump in front of 
you, Mike. I thought you wanted to wear them."

"Yeah, wear them, not USE them." I said, blushing. I hadn't meant to 
sound harsh, but Tim looked down, suddenly seemed ashamed of his 
diapers, one of his hands subconsciously reaching around and palming 
the bulge in the seat of his pampers, as if he was trying to hide it. 
He started to turn away, his soggy diapers starting to droop.

"I'm gonna go change..."

"Wait," I said, looking up, "I'm sorry... I had fun, really."

"It's ok, forget it," Tim sighed, "it's probably weird for you..."

"It's not weird," I said, standing up, "everyone used to wear diapers."

"So use yours." Tim countered, but this time he wasn't as excited about 
it. I could tell if I didn't, he'd lose interest and we'd drop the 
matter, maybe even never talk about it again, the whole diaper thing 
becoming taboo between us. I didn't want that, so I spread my legs a 
little, to show what I was up to.

"Ok," I said, looking solidly at my diapers now, "I'll use them. I 
gotta poop too, so we'll see how they hold up."

"Whoa..." Tim grinned again, sat down Indian style with a soft, wet 
crinkle/squish, accidentally spreading his mess up the back of his 
diapers, "I just thought you were going to pee in them, but if you have 
to take a dump too, that's cool. It feels really good after you're 
done... what's wrong?"

Tim could tell I was having problems. I stood there, trying to relax, 
but every time I was about to release the flood gates, this 
uncontrollable spasm in my muscles "saved" me, as if my body was saying 
it was NOT ok to pee my pants.

"I think I'm used to using the toilet," I blushed again, looking 
sheepish; "I haven't wet myself since I was a toddler."

"Just relax," Tim said, trying to encourage me, "stop standing like 
you're bracing yourself and just stand how you normally stand, like 
nothings going on. Do it while you're talking to me."

I tried. I really had to go, but I didn't squirm around or anything, 
just tried to look at Tim and talk about video games, standing idle. 
Sure enough, my bladder couldn't hold itself any long, and a small, 
slow warmth started to spread throughout the front of my diapers.

"Blanka is such a boring character, yeah. Him and... ah." I sighed just 
as it was happening, stopped in mid-sentence, made a little sound of 
contentment at I pushed a tiny bit to start a full stream, was flat out 
wetting myself in moments. I looked down and my diapers were starting 
to bulge, the crotch turning slightly yellow.

"You can't talk while you're wetting?" Tim giggled, watching what I was 
doing.

"Almost done," I said, feeling a few more spurts before my bladder was 
finally empty, "alright, I'm wet... that WAS pretty cool. It felt nice, 
too. I didn't have to use the bathroom."

"But you gotta stop what you're doing to use your diapers," Tim was 
amused, was teasing me, "I just go whenever, right in the middle of 
what I'm doing. I gotta concentrate when I'm taking a dump, but when 
I'm peeing I hardly notice... speaking of pooping, didn't you say you 
needed to do something ELSE this morning?"

Tim grinned mischievously. I knew he was talking about me pinching a 
loaf in my pampers, but I wasn't so sure now... my diapers were pretty 
used already, plus I felt I had to take a huge dump...

"My poops are usually pretty big," I said, embarrassed, "and I just 
peed a lot. I don't think this diaper can hold it."

"I poop a lot too," Tim reassured me, getting up. He was sporting a 
huge mess, true. He turned around and cupped the seat of his diapers, 
showing me how much he had pooped, "just push it all out. That's what 
the diapers are for. One time I waited around for a while and pooped 
again in my diapers. They can handle it."

"If you say so." I shrugged, but I had butterflies in my stomach. 
Taking a crap wasn't going to be the same as wetting myself and I knew 
it. This was going to be harder, so I braced myself again, squatted 
down, legs spread, my diapers crinkling between my legs.

"Just keep pushing. That's about all the advice I can give." Tim said, 
sitting down again. I strained and pushed, wiggling a little to get 
comfortable, but nothing was coming out... then I huge log pressed at 
the edge of my sphincter, and again some subconscious mechanism stopped 
my from pooping myself.

"Almost going," I reported, pushing again, and this time I couldn't 
hold it back... "Uh... oh." I said in a small, startled voice, a huge, 
hot load pushing its way into the soft confines of my pampers, 
spreading up the seat of my pants. I heard my diapers rustle suddenly 
as they stretched outward, the waistbands and the tapes crinkling, but 
they held everything in. I grunted as it came out, squatting down and 
pushed a little more, and another load found its way into my diapers, 
spreading down between my legs now. My face was red from exertion, but 
I pushed a few more times and then started to wet a little, finally 
finished. I tried to stand up straight, put my legs closer together 
again, but my load was uncomfortable, and I pinched the back of my 
pamper reflexively, trying to relieve myself... well, I certainly had 
ALREADY relieved myself, but you know...

"Did you just take a dump?" Tim grinned, stating the obvious.

"You could say that..." I turned red. Tim got up and inspected my 
diapers, gave my butt a light pat. I jumped, blushing even deeper, 
tried to cover up my diapers with my hands.

"Yep, someone filled their diapers up real good." Tim was having too 
much fun.

"Hey! You filled yours too." I said, pointing at his drooping pampers. 
Mine were starting to sag, too.

"Let's get changed and then head down for breakfast." I said, wanted to 
get out of these diapers.

"What's the fun in that?" Tim asked, staring, "let's go downstairs in 
our messy diapers and pretend like nothings wrong, like we can't help 
it, start eating breakfast until someone notices the smell, then 
someone'll change our diapers FOR us."

I looked down at my disposables, the smell wafting all around.

"Are you sure about this?" I asking, shifting my weight again.

"Sure as how poopy we are." Tim smiled, and he dragged my by the arm 
downstairs...