The Walk Home

Summary: This is just a short about a guy that finds himself in 
diapers. It's a bit open-ended but I'm not currently intending to 
continue it just yet.

I woke up groggily to the sound of voices and other random noises I 
couldn’t quite identify. Trying to sit up I become overcome by a wave 
of dizziness and dropped back into bed, closing my eyes and continuing 
to listen as my head spun. After a moment the feeling passed and I 
rolled over onto my side, peering out into the dimly lit, unfamiliar 
room in an effort to figure out where I was. I remembered going to a 
wild house party thrown by a friend of mine but everything past about 
midnight was absent from my memory.

Sitting at a desk on the other side of the room sat one of my friends, 
James, who still lived on campus in the upper-year townhouses. Worms 
Armageddon, I realized a second later, was the source of the sound and 
what James was occupying himself with as I slept. He was the type to 
take care of people after nights like that, I thought, but I was 
normally pretty good at keeping myself together; I wondered exactly 
just how drunk I’d gotten at David’s shindig. Looking around for a 
clock I paused and read 1:13pm of a watch, my watch, that was sitting 
on the night table next to the bed.

“What…exactly happened last night?” I asked James as I tried to slowly 
rise again. “I can’t remember anything past about midnight.”

“Yeah, you were going pretty hard at it up until most people decided to 
go home, I’m not really too surprised.” he said, spinning around in his 
chair to face me.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I reminded him as I sat all the way 
up, stopping to hold my head as I became a little dizzy again.

“You did a bit of funnelling and then joined a bunch of us who were 
watching and drinking to Zoolander, we left just a bit after that. I 
don’t remember you doing anything particularly stupid so I wouldn’t 
worry too much, you were just drunk out of your skull is all. Most 
people were though, which makes sense seeing as we have a week now, 
between our last classes and exams.”

“Yeah,” I eventually spoke back, sliding my legs out of bed as I sat, 
“I need to get studying for my physiology one soon, it’s on the first 
day.”

I was still in a t-shirt but I could feel that I wasn’t wearing my 
pants which didn’t surprise me. My body felt kind of numb at times, 
something that usually only tended to happen when I’d really gone 
overboard but was odd none the less. It took me more than a second to 
realize that the shirt I was in wasn’t my own, seeing as it was baggier 
and a different colour than the one I’d been wearing, and that my pants 
were no where in sight nearby.

“Do you know where my stuff is?” I asked, my eyes darting around his 
room searching.

“I tossed your jeans in with a load of dark clothes, they should be in 
the dryer right now. You shirt and shorts are in with the lights which 
I just put in the wash a little while ago, they won’t be ready for a 
bit.”

“What, did I slip in the mud or something?” I asked with a small laugh.

“No, you pissed yourself.” He replied flatly, turning back to his game 
as I stared at the back of his head in moderate disbelief.

“What? On the way home?” I further inquired.

“That’s right,” he said, aiming a shot on his last enemy, “you stopped 
to puke at one point and I think you just kinda’ leaked. It happens, 
it’s no big deal.”

“Damn, that’s stupid drunk.” I commented, standing up slowly and 
shrugging of the covers that’d be covering my lap. “Well that’s kind of 
embarrassing, but thanks for taking me home and…the hell!?”

James spun around again to the sight of me holding up my shirt slightly 
and starting down at my underwear, or what I’d though was a burrowed 
pair of his I was wearing. A diaper, or rather several, was what it 
turned out I was covered in and as I looked up at James in complete 
confusion he chuckled and filled me in.

“Yeah, about that, I couldn’t really be sure if you’d wet yourself 
again when I go you home so I put you in a couple diapers just to keep 
my bedding safe. You didn’t seem to mind at the time.”

“Ho…wh…hunh?” I sputtered, unable to properly begin a coherent 
sentence.

He started at me of a minute as I looked down at my diaper for a while 
and then back at him, no real words coming to mind immediately.

“What’s wrong?” he asked eventually, unsure at to why I was seemingly 
so confused.

“Well…where did you get…do you just keep diapers on-hand for this kind 
of thing or do I…just not want to know?” I questioned, trying my best 
to not sound like a total jerk.

“I’ve wet the bed since I was eight, dude.” he replied, pulling down 
the top of his pajama pants, exposing his own diaper. “It just hasn’t 
stopped for some reason, my doctor doesn’t really seem to know why so I 
just wear diapers to bed. It’s not really a big deal, it’s not like I 
have to wear them any other time or have a roommate or something.”

“Oh…that makes sense.” I nodded, faintly recalling that I’d heard 
something to that effect before, just that it’d slipped my mind.

“You jeans are probably dry by now.” he said just before the dryer 
faintly dinged from the basement. “So yeah, you can hang out here until 
your other stuff is done or just I can just get it to you later if you 
want.”

“How long does your dryer take?” I asked, not particularly caring one 
way or the other. “I need to be home and cleaned up by 5:30 for dinner 
with a friend who’s visiting.”
“It’s about an hour, your choice.”

“Hm…I should probably head home now, actually.” I began. “I’m…really 
not feeling good and it’s probably best if I just get home and try to 
recover before I have to go out.”

“Fair enough,” he said, “your shoes, socks and jacket are at the front 
door and the stuff that was in your pockets is on top of the dryer in 
the basement. The washroom’s down the hall to the right if you need it 
and there’s some aspirin on the counter if you’ve got a headache at 
all.”

“Cool, thanks, James.” I half smiled at him as I walked over to his 
door.

“No problem, see you later.”

I was still a bit wobbly on my feet, heading over to the washroom to 
medicate my emerging headache and then making my way downstairs. I 
found my jeans and things where he said they’d be and slipped them on, 
stopping to stare at my diaper again. It wasn’t wet as far as I could 
tell, nor did I really feel that I needed to use the washroom before I 
left so I zipped up my fly and headed back upstairs. As I approached 
the front door the sunshine burst though the glass and I squinted, 
holding my hand up to block it as I walked.

James’ room, and the rest of the house for that matter, had been dark, 
blinds down and no real lights on. My headache hadn’t been too bad 
before but as the sun brightly shone in though the windows I cursed it, 
the throbbing growing greater the more I opened my eyes. I slipped on 
my socks and shoes and rummaged though the closet, finding my jacket, 
pulling it on and stopping to pause on the feeling of my diaper. I 
hadn’t noticed it much before but now that I was walking around in my 
pants it felt more obvious to me, hopefully something that wouldn’t be 
noticeable as I made my way home.

“Hm…” I mumbled as I reached for the doorknob, “at least I won’t have 
to stop if I need to pee on the way home.”

With that amusing thought I set out, nearly blinded by the intensity of 
the sunlight as I shuffled somewhat less wobbly down the path home. I’d 
gone this way before, having visited other friends in the town houses, 
this had just been the first time I’d even seen James’ place. I was 
starting to feel better, thankfully, I passed out of the north end of 
campus. Some clouds had moved over the sun and helped him the world 
just a bit, I’d also started drinking from a bottle of water James had 
left in my jacket pocket so my throat felt less like some kind of 
aching desert. It wasn’t until I hit a series of side streets about 
half way home that my gut began to rumble.

To my misfortune this wasn’t just some sign that I was hungry but 
rather a strong feeling that I needed to use the bathroom. I cursed at 
my luck, doing my best to hold it and hope I could make it home before 
I lost my grip, so to speak. After a few more streets and alleys my 
insides began to feel as if they were on fire, keeping control was more 
than just some textbook discomfort it was a war, one which really, 
really hurt. I couldn’t go too much further like this, I though to 
myself, and finally admitted that I’d never be able to make it all the 
way back before having to relieve myself. As additional pressure from 
my bladder began to mount I reminded myself that I was in a diaper 
though desperately looked around for some kind of place that would have 
a washroom.

To my dismay I could find no such place and, as I entered the riverside 
park, noticed that even the offices that were normally open were closed 
unexpectedly. I knew, walking into the park, that there would be no 
trace of civilization until I exited some fifteen minutes later near my 
house. There would be no place I could stop and end the growing agony 
that was my lower intestinal tract. I didn’t really want to have to use 
the diaper I was in but as I crossed the old wooden bridge I came to 
accept it as all I could do, I had no other option. As I reached the 
other side of the crossing it began to slow slightly, there didn’t seem 
to be anyone around on a Sunday afternoon. I ran over into the trees 
and found a secluded spot in some bushes, looking around frantically 
before dropping to my hands and knees.

Hidden the middle of a patch of shrubs I prayed that I was well 
concealed as I leaned on my forearms and whimpered slightly, the 
boiling in my gut still taking its toll on me though nearly over. Not 
giving it another thought I let lose and spilled into my diaper, the 
front end quickly growing damper as the rear filled one slight strain 
at a time. Shifting over a bit I moved onto my back and paused for a 
second as I finished wetting it, pulling my legs closer and I heaved 
the last bit of a bowel movement into my diaper. I could feel nothing 
else as I finished, just laying there in the snow, the warmth that 
filled the front and bottom of my diaper keeping me from the cold. I 
didn’t really want to get up yet, party because of how strangely 
relaxed I was now, and since I could smell my own mess I just lay there 
for a few minutes, watching the clouds and trying not to think of how 
I’d have to clean myself up once I got home.

I’d been a strange experience, being diapered again, and certainly a 
life saver on my walk home. I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to try it 
again but I figured I’d ask James if I ever made up my mind. I 
carefully tried to get up without sitting on my rear, standing up 
against a tree while I felt a pressure in the breast pocket of my 
jacket I hadn’t noticed before. Unzipping my jacket a bit I reached in 
and pulled out a folded disposable diaper, smirking as I read what 
James had sarcastically scrawled across it in marker:

“Here’s one for next time we paint the town red. You wouldn’t want to 
leak in front of the crew, now would you?”

Placing it back in my pocket and climbing out of the bushes I wondered 
if he ever diapered himself before our party nights, figuring it might 
not be the worst thing to do if I wet myself again sometime. Laughing 
again at my own situation I waddled my way home and cleaned myself up 
painstakingly, hoping I’d never have to such a thing again. At least, 
not anytime too soon after.