Cody And Chris NOTE: This is a work of fiction based on some actual events. If the subject of teen babies and infantilism is offensive to you, please stop reading NOW! This story is C)1998 Troy Braddish - so please don't repost it without permission. It's a work in progress. If you like it, please let me know. Otherwise, I'm likely to not finish it. Thanks for listening. "Shit." That's all I could think of to say to myself. Shit, shit shit. This is just perfect. My baby-sitter is sleeping over with me, and of all the times. maybe he won't notice. After carefully listening to make sure he was asleep, I throw back the covers and lightly tiptoe out of the room and into the bathroom. How could this happen? I turn on the lights and there I see my 13-year-old skinny body with a big wet spot in my underwear. Great, now Chris is going to think I'm a baby - maybe I should have kept those diapers after all. Yeah right, like Chris would want to sleep in my bed knowing my johnson is gushing all night. Shit. Thank God mom hasn't been up to clean the bathroom lately - my underwear from yesterday is still on the floor. As I walk back to my bedroom in my new briefs, I can't help but think what could have happened. I mean, of all the embarrassing things to - "You okay?" What the?! Great, he's awake and looking right at me. Be calm, be calm. "Yeah." Chris smiles and throws back the covers, inviting me in. I slide back on my side of the bed and wince for a second as I feel the cold wet spot on the sheets. I snuggle up to Chris and lay my head on his chest and hear his heartbeat. Closing my eyes I try to get comfortable to go to sleep. "Cody. You sure you are okay?" I hear his heartbeat start going faster, all I can think of is what to say, I'm so glad he can't hear MY heart beating. What am I going to say? "I .. uh.. I thought you had blue underwear on when you went to bed." Busted. "I." "You wet the bed, didn't you." What the hell was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to say 'Why yes, Chris. I do it almost every night - didn't you know?' Sheesh, what a question to ask. Well, what a question to ANSWER. "Yeah." I couldn't lie to Chris. Besides, he was going to look after me for the next 2 days while my mom was out of town. They are leaving in the morning, but they asked if Chris could stay with me overnight tonight since they were leaving so early. In the dark I could barely make out Chris's eyes. They reflected some of the light from the window and seemed to look at me from behind the darkness. "It's okay. We'll take care of it in the morning." In the morning? IN THE MORNING? What the hell did he mean by that? All I could manage was a 'thanks' and then he pulled me in closer to him. As I laid there hugging him close, he tilted his head so that my head was under his chin. Holding him made me almost forget my humiliation. But it really didn't seem to bother him. Maybe I should tell you a little about Chris and me before you get to thinking the wrong idea. Chris was my baseball coach for 2 years - he was the pitcher on my coach- pitch team. After I moved up he would always come to my games and stuff. Anyway, while he was my coach, my mom asked him if he could come over to my house and watch me until she got home on Tuesdays and Fridays - and Chris said sure. He was probably the coolest high school student I've ever met. Well, after a while we got really close -but it's not what you are thinking. I consider him more of a brother than anything else. He's never hurt me or abused me in any way. In fact, it took him 2 years before he was ever able to say that he loved me. He thought that I would think he was gay. But of course I knew the kind of love he was talking about. I mean, I loved him too. It wasn't until this past year that we both got comfortable giving each other a goodbye kiss when he left. You know, just a short peck on the lips. We were both thinking the same thing - neither one of us wanted the other to think they were gay. We had a long talk and Chris said he wasn't going to kiss me if >I< wasn't the one who started to kiss him. It was a tremendous load off of both our backs. Since we only saw each other a couple times a week, he would always pick me up from school and then sit in the big recliner and turn on Saved by the Bell. Then I would go and lay on top of him and we would sit there for hours until my mom came home. So he's been my baby-sitter now for 5 years - wow, has it been that long? And every now and then he sleeps over and we spend the night all curled up. My mom knows we have a special bond and thinks its okay. I mean, she knows we hug and kiss and stuff - but understands the kind of love we share isn't anything perverted. She's a pretty cool mom - just don't tell her I said that. I snuggle up closer to him again and whisper, "Chris.. I love you." He rubs my leg from my knee to my ankle. "I love you too, kiddo." And I fall fast asleep. I woke up the next day only to find I had the biggest boner I think I've ever had. The sleepy-eyes wear off and I realize Chris is gone. I throw on my nylon Nike shorts and bound down the stairs to the kitchen. I can't believe my eyes! Chris! Is cooking! "Where's your apron?" I ask trying not to laugh. "Watch it, kiddo." Chris points a wooden spoon at me and gives me a wink. "I've been known to cook once in a while. I can only cook scrambled eggs - but it's cooking!" I laugh and go sit at the table looking out into the back yard. I could tell it was going to be a perfect weekend with Chris. He slides the plate of runny scrambled eggs in front of me. "Coffee, tea or milk?" "How about something that's actually cooked?" "Hey! They're better that way!" His hands clench the sides of my bare shoulders. "Riiiiiight?" "Okay, okay okay okay okay!" "Thought so." He gives me a kiss on the top of my head. He is so cool. When we finished our breakfast it's off to the recliner in the TV room to assume our TV watching positions. I slid on top of him and he clasps his arms around my waist and gives a squeeze. I flip through channels on the remote and land on The Cartoon Network. At least this one isn't TOO cheesy. "Cody. I talked to your mom about last night." "What?" I sit up and turn around to look at him in the eyes. "You did. WHAT?" "I had to, Cody. She's your mom." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I trusted him. I trusted him with so many of my innermost secrets - what else did he tell her?! Did he tell her about me and Suzi Hayman at recess? Did he tell her how my dick gets hard everyday before gym? How could he do this to me! "I hate you." I get up and storm off down the hall - not running, but placing my steps carefully in a stern walk. Who the fuck gave him the right? What the hell was he thinking. "Cody!" I can hear him get up from the recliner and come after me. Fuck him. "Cody, wait a second." Okay, this was it. I run up the stairs and into the bathroom and slam the door. There's my fucking underwear from last night. I pick it up and tear it in two and throw it away. He knocks at the door. "Cody. can I come in please?" I fall down on the floor and start to cry. I'm not really a cry-baby, but I can't believe Chris would betray me like that. Of all the people who would ruin my life at the drop of a hat, not Chris. I never thought it would be Chris. As I'm crying I hear the door open and I swear under my tears for not locking it. "Go away!" I sob. He comes over and sits next to me. After a couple seconds he turns and says those words that I wanted to hear but wish he never-ever said. "I love you, you know." Oh shit, how can I resist that. I bawl and throw my arms around him and he gently rocks me as I get my cry out. After a few minutes I sniffle up the last of the tears and release my hug a little. "Why did you tell her?" "Cody, wetting the bed is nothing to be ashamed about you know, it happens." "Yeah right, that's why every kid in my class just shouts out 'Hello world, I wet the bed!' That's bull." "It's true. Even me." "What?" "Well, I haven't in a long time, but when I was your age I had some. accidents. I remember waking up with me and my bed soaked and afraid to go back to sleep. Sometimes I'd sleep on the floor afterwards, but all the time I was thinking about what to tell my parents when they woke up the next morning." "What did you do?" "Well, that's what I talked to your mom about. Um. now, I want you to listen to everything I say, okay? The best way to make sure you get enough sleep is. to wear, well.. Wear a diaper." "Fuck you." I stand up and start to walk out of the bathroom, I can't believe that - "HEY!" Chris takes hold of my arm and stops me and pulls me back to him. He takes me by my shoulders and then turns me to the mirror. "Look at you! Look at all of you!" He pulls my underwear down in one fast jerk. "Look. What do you see?" "A bedwetter. A bedwetter who YOU want to wear baby diapers!" "Look closer, Cody. Do you know what I see? I see a boy who has a problem right now with wetting the bed. But I also see a boy who is growing up. A boy who is ready to take responsibility for himself and his body. A boy who needs some help right now - and a boy who is grown up enough to know the right thing to do." "A diaper? I don't think I can even fit into a diaper, Chris." "They make diapers big enough for 13-year-olds. I KNOW, remember? I. wore diapers when I was your age too. There, now I've told you everything. Well, almost everything. The point is, a diaper is a way to control what is happening to you. It's only temporary - you WILL get over it. But right now, it's a way for you to wake up in a dry bed. You can decide if you put the diaper on or your mom helps you - it's your call, kiddo. SHOW ME that you're grown up enough o know this is the right thing to do." I take this all in. I wet the bed. Chris knows I wet the bed. Chris tells Mom I wet the bed. Chris wants me to wear diapers. How the hell did this all happen in one day?! Or is that night? Whatever. I look at myself in the mirror, my dick slowly getting hard again - it does that when other people see me naked. "Okay." I can't believe I said it. "Cool, I'll take you to the place I know they sell stuff in your size when you get ready - so take a shower." "Sure." T minus hours and counting until I turn into a diaper wearing 13-year-old. I don't know if I can handle this. TO BE CONTINUED...