Aden’s Revelation

By Baby Jake (2005) – Revised in 2008

 

 

(Story I: Aden’s Revelation)

Chapter One: The Night Over

Chapter Two: Initiation

Chapter Three: Dares

Chapter Four: Discovery

    Chapter Five: Shame

Chapter Six: Haunted

Chapter Seven: The Night of Submission

                          Part One: The Beginning

                          Part Two: Submission

    Chapter Eight: Aden’s Revelation

Chapter Nine: The Confirmed Diaper-Lover

Chapter Ten: Spring Outro

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Chapter One, The Night Over”

 

 

I was almost shaking from being so nervous now… And I was actually getting rather upset with myself because of it. I had just moved here, and it has been one week since my first day at school. Since then, I had made a few friends, even though I was as shy as I could have been.

 

“Let me see that paper again” I heard my mom say, so I gave her the paper…

 

“Hmmm… Branton Avenue…” she mumbled to herself.

 

We, as in me and my mother, drove around the block a few times… having trouble finding the street. Until eventually, we found the correct street…

 

“You going to be alright?” my mom asked me.

 

“Yeah… I’m not two years old you know” I said.

 

“I know, I know… just wondering if you’ll be alright spending the night with new friends” she explained.

 

“No no, I’ll be fine…” I assured.

 

I thought about what she meant and I began to think… And she did have a point. It would be weird spending the night with people I don’t know nearly as well as I did with my old friends.

 

“18… 20… 22… 24” my mom counted down, coming to almost a screeching halt in front of the house my friend wrote down.

 

We stepped out of the car, and walked to the door of the house. The door was open, but there was a screen door that was closed, but we rang the doorbell anyway, and within moments, a homely looking woman came to the door to greet us.

 

“Hi I’m Mrs. Namble, you must be Aden’s mom!” she said, introducing herself.

 

“Yes I am, nice to meet you! I take it you’re… Brian’s mom? This here is Aden” my mom said.

 

“Hi you too! As you guessed, I’m Brian’s mom. They are upstairs, come on in” she said, welcoming us both in.

 

I wandered inside, and could hear the voices of my friend Brian, and two other kids upstairs. I took off my jacket, and sat my backpack on the floor beside my feet… I was a bit nervous but I was trying not to act it. My mom, and Brian’s mom, talked for a bit, introducing themselves and talking about various things for a few minutes, until eventually…

 

“Bye Aden, call me if you need me” my mom said.

 

“Okay” I said.

 

Then she walked outside, and into her car… and with that, Brian’s mom shut the door and it was all me now.

 

“They’re upstairs, they’ve been waiting for you” his mom said to me.

 

“Okay, thanks” I said. I walked upstairs, and followed the voices as they grew louder, until eventually, I saw Brian, and the sources of the two other voices.

 

I nervously, and slowly, walked to the edge of the doorway of a bedroom.

 

“Hey Aden!” Brian said, hopping up from his bed.

 

“Hey” I said, waving sheepishly.

 

“Guys this, is Aden” he said, introducing me to two unfamiliar faces in the room.

 

“Sup” they both said.

 

“Ade’, this is Seth, Seth, this is Aden” Brian introduced.

 

“Yeah… I think I’ve seen you around our school before” Seth said.

 

“…and this is Daniel” Brian said, pointing to the kid next to him.

 

“Hey” I said.

 

“Hey” he said back.

 

“He’s my brother” Brian explained.

 

---

 

“Dude you’re so done” I said, holding grabbing a Playstation 2 controller.

 

“Pffffft… you can dream” Brian said, grabbing the other.

 

Brian and I began to fight each other on Soulcalibur II, a fighting game for PS2. But after the tie breaker match Seth walked over, and tapped him on the shoulder.

 

“What?” Brian asked.

 

“Hey um… your mom needs to talk to you” he said.

 

“Oh, okay” he said.

 

“Hold on Ade’, I’ll be back” Brian said, standing up and walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him. The game was on pause, so the room was silent. Where Daniel was, was beyond me at this moment.

 

But as I was sitting in the brothers’ room… in the silence… I took this time to look around. Not be intrusive, but just look at what’s in their room. I never really took a good look, until now.

 

The one thing I noticed was that they had a bunk bed, which was the first indication to me that they had a shared room. Which bunk was whose, I couldn’t tell.

 

But, before I could continue on any further, I heard voices beyond the wall… muffled, but audible. Noticing that there were two voices… and neither had a female tone… I scooted up closer to where the voices were coming from: an air vent, and placed my ear near it…

 

“… I think he’s cool… kind of quiet… but he’s cool…”

 

“Yeah, he was like that on his first day… but he’s a cool dude”

 

“Do you know if…?”

 

“No… not sure yet… what if he’s not though”

 

“Hmmm… I don’t know then… chances are he isn’t… we’ll have to do what we did with you, Seth”

 

I heard a small laugh then…

 

“Yeah…”

 

“Alright, don’t want to leave him hanging…”

 

That’s where I stopped listening, and immediately shot from the air vent, in front of the TV with a controller sitting next to me, like I wasn’t even gone from that spot. A moment later, the door opened, revealing Brian. Daniel walked behind him, through the hallway, not even looking into the room. Brian shut the door, and sat down next to me again.

 

Now I was more nervous than when I had arrived. What the hell were they talking about, and how was I involved? I had gone from feeling welcomed into their little group; to feeling as though they were trying to trap me into doing something I’d probably prefer not to do. And I suddenly felt as though I wasn’t really wanted…

 

“Dinner’s almost done” he said.

 

I didn’t really say anything… and apparently I had a strange look on my face because…

 

“What’s up?” Brian said.

 

“Nothing” I said…

 

“…you seem depressed.” Brian said.

 

“Nah…” I said… not really telling the truth.

 

“Hmmm… you sure?” Brian asked.

 

I nodded my head.

 

“Alright…” he said.

 

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“This pizza is bomb Mrs. N” Seth said.

 

“Yeah, thanks mom” the two brothers said.

 

I complimented as well, to not seem rude… though I was fairly quiet beyond that.

 

“So Aden, where are you from?” Brian and Daniel’s mother asked.

 

“Maytersonville” I said.

 

“Hmmm… my husband grew up out there. Small world huh?” she said.

 

“Hah… yeah” I said.

 

“Did you have many friends?” Brian asked.

 

I thought for a moment…

 

“Yeah… I had my own little crew. Nothing big. Just a small group of friends I hung out with often” I said.

 

“That’s cool… Maytersonville is only a 15 minute drive from here; do you still visit them or call them?” Brian asked.

 

“Eh… yeah… I’ve called them. We haven’t hung out since I moved. I only moved here like two weeks ago” I said…

 

“That’s cool…” Brian said.

 

I didn’t really care what they had to say at this point. I was very nervous… and I still felt used. But I looked over at Seth… and thought about what he and Brian said. They said they had to have Seth do something, too… and Seth looked as though he wouldn’t hang out with anyone else in the world, than Brian and Daniel. I began to wonder…

 

“So do you like it out here?” their mother asked me.

 

“Yes I do, it’s a very nice neighborhood” I said.

 

His mother nodded and smiled at me with a friendly, welcoming smile.

 

“Yes, yes it is… it’s really beautiful here in Fall” she remarked.

 

I shrugged and grinned.

 

“Guess that’s why they called it Autumn Valley then, huh?” I replied.

 

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“Okay you guys, time for bed” their mother told us.

 

We walked upstairs, and eventually into the brothers’ room. I noticed that the lights were all mostly off in the home, and what I noticed the most was that Brian’s mom was behind us the whole time.

 

In a few moments, everyone found their own spot in the room to sleep. I, myself, was on the floor.

 

“G’nite guys” she said.

 

But before shutting the door, she looked at me…

 

“Aden, you need any pillows or extra blankets?” she asked.

 

“Nah… I’m fine” I said.

 

“You sure? Well, if you need anything, it’s in the closet across from the hall” she said.

 

“Okay, thanks” I said, lying down onto the floor. There was already a blanket and pillow on the floor, waiting for me… I didn’t need much more.

 

“G’nite” she said again, shutting the door, filling the room with blackness.

 

I lay there, sitting in the darkness, feeling so incredibly out of place. The room was silent, despite having four young teenagers in it. My mind began filling with various memories of my other friends, and how much of a good time we’d have during sleepovers. I didn’t hear a single sound… and I guess it was slowly taking its toll on me.

 

Before I realized it… I was getting extremely tired. I stared at an electric alarm clock, and saw the big, bright, red numbers that glowed in the darkness. 11:30 it said. I shut my eyes, and felt so exhausted… but for some reason, I opened it again after sitting there for a long period of time, unable to sleep.

 

12:00. I had been laying there for a half hour… but it felt like a few seconds.

 

I watched the minutes go by until finally, this time it felt like forever, it was 12:45. I guess the hour I was laying there, I got the awake-time I needed to help me sleep… because before I knew it… my eyes were slowly beginning to shut… slowly but surely, they were slowly closing…

 

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“Psssst” I heard.

 

I instantly opened my eyes. The clock was dead ahead of me and was therefore the first thing I saw. 1:30. I had been asleep for an hour.

 

“Psssst Brian” I heard, in a soft, sharp, whispery tone.

 

“Yeah?” I heard in a similarly soft, sharp, whispery tone.

 

“Is he asleep?”

 

It was definitely Seth’s voice.

 

“…uh… how am I supposed to know?” Brian said.

 

“Aden” I heard from Seth’s voice.

 

I remained silent…

 

“Yeah, I guess he is” Brian said.

 

“Well uh… wake him up” Seth said…

 

“For what?” I heard, this time, from Daniel’s voice.

 

“We need to initiate him and test him” I heard Brian say.

 

“Ohhh yeah” Daniel said.

 

“Yeah, hit the light” I heard Brian say.

 

I quickly latched my eyes shut to pretend I was asleep…

 

Behind my eyelids I saw the room light up… the black color quickly switched to that orangish-red fleshy-color you see when you look at a light with your eyes closed.

 

It was silent, except for the sound of people rustling around… suddenly I felt a hand touch my shoulder, and shake me a bit.

 

“Ade’” I heard Brian say.

 

I faked a grunt.

 

“Yo, Ade’, wake up”

 

I slowly creaked my eyes open and moaning a bit, pretending I was that tired…

 

“We wanna talk to you” Brian said. I sat up slowly, and looked around.

 

The desk lamp was on, and Daniel was on the top bunk. Seth was wrapped in a blanket on a love-seat couch near the TV and PS2. Brian was next to me, but was on the lower bunk. I was sitting on the floor, next to the bunk bed.

 

“What’s up?” I said.

 

“I’ve got a question for you” Brian asked.

 

“What?” I asked.

 

 

“Chapter Two, Initiation”

 

 

“How do you feel about doing a little… hmmm… initiation for us” he said. His tone sounded deceptive… and I didn’t appreciate it.

 

“Depends on what…” I said in all honesty.

 

“I see…” Brian said in an understanding tone.

 

The room was quiet… all but that strange, unidentifiable ambience of late night…

 

Aden” Brian said.

 

“Yeah…” I asked.

 

“We all want to put you through a little… hmmm… initiation” Brian explained, retaining the deceptive tone.

 

“…okay…” I said sheepishly.

 

“Now it’s nothing bad… Seth had to do it too, didn’t you Seth?” Brian said.

 

“Sure did” Seth said from the couch.

 

I sat there feeling so lost… but I was paying attention…

 

“…well what do I have to do?” I asked quietly, and sheepishly.

 

Everyone chuckled a small bit… making me all the more nervous.

 

“Dan, get the stuff would you?” Brian asked.

 

“Sure will” he said.

 

“Now Ade’, you got to stay quiet because my mom doesn’t know we’re doing stuff like this okay?” Brian said.

 

“Okay… I guess…” I said.

 

“Chill man, it’s alright. Seth did it too” Brian comfortably explained.

 

I looked over at Seth, who seemed so damn content sitting on that couch, hanging out with his friends… He was looking back at me with a devious smirk on his face though… I wondered what they could possibly be doing.

 

I started to really wonder though. Big things went through my head. What if they wanted me to do drugs? I don’t do drugs! I definitely wouldn’t be okay with that…

 

But then as I sat there wondering… I realized something. Maybe I was being too cautious… maybe I was worrying way more than needed. Who knows? Maybe this silly initiation could be something completely simple, silly, and stupid. Like “Drink this strange mixture of…” or “Make a prank call”. Who knows? I might enjoy it… it might actually be fun. Brian didn’t seem like a person that’d use someone anyways. It can’t be all that bad… All these things I was thinking began to comfort me. I too began to have a small, near unnoticeable smirk. I was sitting there thinking “Bring it on…” because I didn’t think it’d be bad at all.

 

“Okay, ready” I heard from Daniel’s voice.

 

I turned and looked over at Daniel, who was behind me… and my smirk was quickly abolished by what I saw in his hands. I had to examine it for a minute… and I was quite unsure about what it was… I mean it looked it is was… but I thought it couldn’t possibly be… a pack of diapers.

 

“Uh… what is that?” I asked in utter confusion, not thinking at all it was, what it seemed to be.

 

“Heh… it’s uh…” Daniel began to say, turning the package towards himself.

 

“…male disposable incontinent undergarments” he said, reading the text from the package.

 

I was silent…

 

“They’re diapers, Aden” Brian said from behind me, sitting on his bunk.

 

“W-what!?” I asked.

 

“They’re diapers!” Brian said laughing, but with the utmost sincerity.

 

I was shocked dead… I couldn’t speak, move, or think clearly… But I guess my face was pretty amusing because out of no where everyone started laughing.

 

“W-well… w-w-what do you want me to do with them!?” I asked, appalled at the thought.

 

“Well… Aden… lets take this a step at a time…” Brian said.

 

Aden, first things first… put it on…” Daniel said, interrupting Brian inconsiderately.

 

“But why!?” I asked.

 

“It’s an initiation!” Brian said.

 

“To what!?” I asked.

 

“I dunno… our group…” Brian said, shrugging. I guess he had never really though about it.

 

“Why can’t I just… not… put it on?” I asked.

 

“Why? What’s so bad about a diaper?” Brian asked.

 

“Man… baby’s wear diapers…” I said.

 

“So?” Brian asked.

 

“That’s like me asking you to put on a woman’s dress and stuff, why wouldn’t you?” I asked.

 

“…who said I wouldn’t?” Brian asked.

 

“Huh?” I grunted out of surprise.

 

“Well I mean, I’d rather not. Don’t get me wrong. But I still would, for my friends. I wouldn’t do it in public… but we’re not in the public… I’d do it as a joke with my friends, sure… What do I care? I trust my friends. It’d be funny and we’d all have a good time” Brian said.

 

“But dude, I’m a 14 year old kid, not an infant. I shouldn’t have to put on a diaper” I said in desperation.

 

Aden, look man… I’m not here to force you to do something you don’t want to do. I’m not an asshole… I just thought it’d be a fun thing for you to do, or us, whatever… I mean, Seth had to do it. I mean, if you don’t want to do it… fine, that’s cool. It’d just be really cool if you did…” Brian said.

 

I sighed… and thought for a minute. I looked over at the diaper in Daniel’s hands. I looked at Seth, who was looking back at me with a look of desperation for me to do it. As was Brian, and Daniel too. I felt a strange… obligation… to put that diaper on. I didn’t want to do it, but the looks and tension in the room was getting to me real bad… it was peer pressure by definition.

 

“…fine…” I said under my breath.

 

Brian heard me though… he smiled, patted my shoulder, said “Thanks” as he stood up. Daniel tossed a diaper at my lap, since I was still sitting up from when I was laying down trying to sleep. It was that quickly that the entire room stood up…

 

“How am I supposed to put this thing on?” I asked.

 

“What do you mean?” Brian asked.

 

“Like where?” I asked.

 

“Oh… um… hmmm… put it under your shirt and go into my bathroom, if my mom sees or hears you, she’ll think you’re going to the bathroom” he explained.

 

I sighed once more, and stood up. I took the diaper with me unfortunately… and I put it under my shirt. I walked to the door, and of course opened it, looking back at everyone as I left.

 

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I was in the bathroom now… I let the small ‘nightlights’ along the hallway guide me (I guess that’s what they were put there for). I quietly shut the door behind me, and turned on the bathroom light. It was just me now. It was quiet… you know… not just quiet but that calm, almost painful silence that occurs during 2AM. When there are no cars… no birds, no people walking down the street outside. Just you and the only thing you can hear is your own breathing.

 

Well… that was all I could hear until I took the diaper from under my shirt, and opened it up. I felt it… examined it thoroughly. It was definitely a diaper… that was for sure. It had an extremely padded part, which I assumed was the part for where you pee into. It had sticky tapes… and it was very… loud. The plastic over it was like holding a plastic bag in my hand. But I ate my pride… and took my pants and boxers off so that I was standing half naked. I took the diaper, and pressed the middle of it against between my legs. I quickly realized that it wouldn’t be nearly as easy as I thought it would be.

 

“How the hell am I supposed to put this thing on?” I thought to myself.

 

Then I thought of how a baby gets it on… it’s usually by someone else… which was definitely not an option here. But then I thought how they are always… laying down. I sighed in desperation… and sucked in my pride once more. I then kneeled, and laid myself down onto my back. I slipped what looked to be the back, under my butt. I reached out in front of myself, in between my legs, and pulled the ‘front’ over top of my pelvic and stomach area.

 

Just laying there, with a diaper simply between my legs, with the front on top of my… pelvic… area, like I was really wearing one made me blush in embarrassment. Actually… thinking about it, embarrassment was an understatement. I was humiliated. And the worst part was it was just me. It made me almost sick imagining myself having to wear this completely, and wearing it in the presence of three other kids like me… that were practically strangers.

 

I forced myself to take the sticky tapes, and strap the diaper together like it would. I then realized there, as I stood up, and the diaper came with it, that I really didn’t know why the hell I had agreed to this.

 

I stood up, and as it crinkled painfully loud, I thought of something. What if I had just fallen into a little joke planned by Brian and them? What if Seth really didn’t wear a diaper like I was now, and they lied to me, just to make me look like an idiot? I sighed… and once again thought to myself about how I was either overreacting… or how I just made a horrible mistake by showing up here in the first place.

 

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“Hey Aden…” Brian said as I sat down in the middle of the floor of his room.

 

Everyone was watching me, with a grin on their faces. It made me feel rather uncomfortable… They were all in the same places as they were before I had gone to the bathroom… which isn’t too surprising considering I was only in the bathroom for about five minutes.

 

“So is it… on?” Brian asked.

 

“…yeah…” I said in an unfortunate tone.

 

Everyone got closer quickly…

 

“…can we see?” Daniel asked.

 

Once more… I ate my pride… as I looked away from my pants, as I slowly unzipped, and unbuttoned them. I then pulled the front of my boxers down, which clearly revealed the diaper. Everyone began to giggle a bit as I sat there humiliated and distraught on the floor.

 

“See it ain’t that bad is it Aden?” Brian asked.

 

“…yeah…” I said in dishonesty.

 

“Aww come on, it’s just a diaper!” Brian said.

 

“Man… why don’t YOU wear a diaper?” I said in reply.

 

Everyone started laughing again, leaving me confused. I was looking at Brian… but to my surprise, he had a face with a look of apathy. He looked around, keeping the same apathetic look on his face, until…

 

“Sure” he said looking at me.

 

“Huh?” I said in confusion.

 

“Sure, why not?” he said.

 

I was speechless…

 

“I’ll wear a diaper… no problem to me.” He said in honesty.

 

“Well… fine… d-do it then!” I said.

 

“Haha, okay, I will. Dan, give me a diaper” he said.

 

Daniel had one already in his hand, and his tossed it to Brian without delay.

 

“Guys, spin around… I don’t want to go all the way out to the bathroom and risk waking my mom up” he requested.

 

I felt uneasy about the whole thing… but I did it… I spun around, because for some reason, I wanted to see Brian in a diaper like me… Something about his careless attitude… I just didn’t believe that someone could be so apathetic about such a humiliating thing. It wasn’t even about the diaper either! He just… seemed too laid back!

 

I spun around, as did Daniel and Seth…

 

“Thanks” I heard Brian say, and shortly after that, we heard nothing but rustling and crinkling, until (way) before I knew it…

 

“Okay, it’s on” he said.

 

I turned around slowly, somehow doubtful… but to my surprise, there he was, standing in nothing but a diaper, in front of the three of us. He still maintained that careless attitude about being a diaper. I didn’t understand…

 

“Satisfied?” he asked sarcastically to me.

 

I said nothing… he chuckled a bit. And then, when I thought he was going to request for us to turn around so he could take it off… he simply sat down, right in front of me, in nothing but his diaper with a smirk. Then he playfully punched my shoulder…

 

“Chill out, nothing to be embarrassed about… it’s just us man. We aren’t going to tell anyone. Promise… otherwise I wouldn’t be doing this” he said, looking into my eyes. I looked into his, but when I did… I didn’t feel as though I was going to get backstabbed at all. I didn’t feel like this was a joke on me… Brian’s words actually sunk in to me at that moment.

 

Sitting there, looking at Brian in a diaper, open for everyone to see and not caring a bit… it opened my eyes, you could say. I guess Brian made a strong point by doing what he did. But shortly after that he stood up, and turned around, facing away from me…

 

“…under one condition we won’t tell anyone” he said.

 

“…huh?” I said in mass confusion…

 

“…if you don’t tell anyone, either” he said, looking at me.

 

“Yeah… no problem” I said.

 

“Cool…” he said back.

 

“Heh… you can take the diaper off now, Aden” Daniel explained.

 

I nodded in agreement. I quietly snuck out of the room (as quiet as I could with that diaper on), and into the bathroom. I took it off, snuck it under my shirt, and went on my way back.

 

After that experience, after it was all behind me, we all presumed and talked about different things, for the remainder of our time awake. It was only about two hours until all of us were asleep, though… except for me.

 

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I was doing the thing I normally did that night… pretended to be asleep until I was sure everyone else was. I was once again staring at that clock through the darkness. I was thinking again, of course. I was absorbing what I just went through.

 

I had just worn a diaper in front of three strangers… Brian still counted a bit, since I didn’t know too much of him. I don’t know why but… now that I had thought of it… it didn’t seem to be as bad as I was thinking at the time. I guess because of the fact that most of the displeasure was because I wasn’t sure if it was a joke on me, to make me look like an idiot. But now that I knew for a fact that they weren’t… it didn’t seem too bad.

 

I kind of began laughing at myself then… I mean… I was pretty miserable about putting it on… but the more I thought about it, I began to see things from Brian’s, Daniel’s, and Seth’s perspective. I mean… it was pretty amusing. Definitely silly.

 

The more I thought, however, the more I began to get tired… until eventually… I had gotten so tired that I slowly but surely… drifted to sleep.

 

 

“Chapter Three, Dares”

 

 

“Uhhhhh…” I moaned as I struggled to get my eyelids open.

 

“What time was it now?” I wondered.

 

The room was brighter now: sunlight was pouring through the window. Was it afternoon, or was it just after sunrise?

 

After my blurred vision had faded into clarity, I sat up, and stretched out. I yawned, and grunted and moaned from feeling so damn haggard. I cracked my knuckles, ankles, and toes… and a few other things I do to perform my morning routine.

 

I looked around when I was finally finished… and I noticed that I was the only one in the room. I checked the couch, and Seth was certainly not there. I looked over and saw that Brian wasn’t on the lower bunk like he was last night. I stood up, and looked on the top bunk, and Daniel certainly wasn’t there either.

 

“Hmmm…” I thought to myself.

 

But it was at that moment that I could hear voices coming from downstairs. I looked over at the clock and realized that it was about 12PM…

 

“Mmm… lunch time” I softly said to myself.

 

“They must be having lunch or something…” I thought.

 

I kind of mentally shrugged… or in other words, didn’t really feel like going down to socialize at the moment. They didn’t know I was awake… and I felt as though this would be my only time to think without interruption for probably a few hours.

 

So, I lay back down, back onto my pillow and blanket. I still felt fairly tired… I guess sleeping on the floor will do that. But, I wasn’t tired enough to fall back asleep. As I was waiting for my body to fully wake up, I began to remember what had happened to me yesterday… with the diaper. And how shy I was being… I don’t know… now I felt kind of silly for acting the way I had.

 

I felt silly for sort of arguing with Brian about why not to put it on… and I felt silly for seeming like such a wuss about such a small thing. Brian’s whole explanation to why he would not be afraid to became perfectly clear… because obviously, he trusts his friends. He put it on and he showed everyone… and no one cared at all… it really was a small thing. I certainly had made a mountain out of an anthill… and now I felt somehow obligated to redeem myself.

 

“But how?” I thought.

 

And as I thought, it became perfectly clear that in order to redeem myself from being so silly last night… I’d have to prove that I am no longer afraid to put a diaper on.

 

“Hmmm…” I mentally thought once more.

 

“Brian seems like the daring type… I’ll dare him… yeah…” I thought to myself.

 

The more I thought the more I wanted to prove myself… and the more anxious I became…

 

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“Hey Aden!” I heard everyone say as I descended the stairs, looking into the dining room.

 

Everyone was sitting at the table, eating sandwiches and such.

 

“Hey…” I said back.

 

“We tried to wake you up… you didn’t get up so we just let you sleep” Brian explained.

 

“It’s cool…” I said.

 

I looked around for a chair to sit in, and I eventually found one.

 

“If you want something to eat, feel free to make a sandwich. The stuff is in the kitchen sitting on the counter” his mom explained.

 

“Okay, thank you” I replied.

 

Brandon’s and Daniel’s mother in time left the room shortly after that, leaving me the chance to share my idea with them…

 

“Hey guys…” I said, with a quieter tone.

 

“Yeah? Sup?” Seth asked.

 

“That… thing we did yesterday…” I said with a bit of hesitation.

 

“Yeah what about it” Brian asked.

 

“…I was a bit nervous but now I am ready to do more stuff like that” I explained.

 

“Yeah?” Daniel said.

 

“Yeah…” I said in agreement.

 

“I am willing to… hmmm… make up, for how I acted last night” I explained.

 

“That’s cool… lets finish eating and we’ll head back upstairs and scheme” Brian said.

 

“Sounds good” everyone agreed.

 

---

 

We ate our lunch quickly and immediately shot upstairs after we were done.

 

“Alright Aden, what do you have in mind?” Daniel asked as we all sat in the middle of the floor.

 

“Uhhh… to be perfectly honest with you… I didn’t…” I said.

 

“Huh?” Brian asked.

 

“Like... I was thinking that that diaper thing… when I had to put it on. I was real nervous… at first you know? Well… I think I am ready to do more dares if you want…” I said, sheepishly of course.

 

I didn’t want to seem overzealous about putting a diaper on again… they might have thought I enjoyed putting the diaper on, rather than enjoying doing the dare, or enjoying the chance to actually prove myself.

 

“Hmmm… I get what you mean” Brian said.

 

“What can we do though?” Daniel asked.

 

We all kind of thought for a moment, but we were all coming up blank at first…

 

“You should take the diaper… and… hmmm…” Daniel said.

 

“I would say run in nothing but a diaper down the alley and back, or something along those lines but they are pretty extreme…” Seth said.

 

“Eh… yeah” I said.

 

“Ha-ha… I bet Brian would do it” Daniel said.

 

“W-what?” Brian asked.

 

“Yeah, I dare you to do it…” Daniel said.

 

“Aw come on man…” Brian said.

 

“Wow” I thought…

 

“Something really does intimidate him”

 

“Yeah…” I added.

 

He glared me a sarcastic look of intimidation.

 

“Yeah… alright… that isn’t too bad. The alley a few streets over” Brian said.

 

“Sure” Daniel said.

 

“Get one, give me, and lets go” Brian said.

 

“Alright…” Daniel said.

 

Daniel, instead of standing up, lay down onto his stomach. And then, he crawled under the bunk bed. We all heard him dig through various things, until finally; he came back out, holding a diaper in his hand. He handed it to Brian, who seemed to happily accept it, and walked out of the room with it under his shirt.

 

---

 

 “Man this thing is weird to walk in” Brian said.

 

We were walking down the street now, and as you probably expected, Brian was wearing the diaper. I felt somewhat strange walking around in the end of town that I had not been in… but it didn’t really bother me. I spent some time examining my surroundings.

 

It wasn’t exactly a sunny day. It was actually humid, and overcast. It felt like it had just gotten done raining – though there was no rain on the ground. It was your typical spring day (which made sense considering it WAS mid-Spring!)

 

“Stop your whining” Daniel said with a sarcastic tone.

 

I was a bit content to see if Brian was actually going to go through with it. I mean… running down some random alley, which featured many yards which had only picket fences blocking the view (which wasn’t much at all), in nothing but a diaper, in broad daylight… I know I sure as hell wouldn’t have gone through with it if I were asked.

 

But sooner than I had expected, we turned the corner, and were now standing at the end of a long alley, which lead to another street at the end.

 

“Welp, its all you from here bro” Daniel said.

 

“Yeah, yeah I know… shut up” Brian said, punching Daniel in the arm.

 

He sighed, stretched, and in my opinion was stalling… but then he took his shirt off, and then after a few final looks around, whipped his pants off… and was now standing in nothing but a diaper in the center of the alley way, near a main road, open for just anyone to see.

 

“What are you waiting for, for people to take a damn picture? Get a running!” Daniel said laughing.

 

And without any hesitation, Brian went RUNNING. Like a prisoner out of Alcatraz, to be exact. But despite how fast he was running, it was a long, LONG alley, so either way… it was going to be a long run.

 

So long, that he eventually ran out of breath… which was really funny… because now he had to WALK down the alley, and back, dressed in a diaper.

 

As he was doing this, I, Seth, and of course Daniel, were all laughing hysterically. Seeing Brian walking down the alley like that was just too much to keep yourself from just laughing till you dropped… and that’s exactly what we all were doing.

 

But the fun didn’t end… because on his way back… as he was walking back to us… a man came suddenly out of his garage, and was staring right at Brian like he was an alien. So Brian just ate his pride and waved like he didn’t care (as in having a sarcastic, ‘yes I know, don’t make it worse’ face).

 

“Give me my damn clothes” Brian said as he finally made it back.

 

But we were all laughing too hard to give him back his pants. He took his pants from the ground next to us, and slipped the on. His face was beet red, and he didn’t look one bit happy about having that man stare at him like that…

 

---

 

“Alright dude… I’ve got one for you” Brian said to me. It was my turn, since I was next after Brian. Then Daniel, then Seth, and then start over.

 

“What’s that” I asked asked, trying to keep a chuckle in.

 

“Take this diaper” Brian said, throwing it at me “And put it on…”

 

“Okay… then what?” I asked.

 

“…then… you’re gonna…”

 

There was a moment of suspense… and Brian had a look upon his face that proved to me that he was up to no good.

 

 “I’m not telling you till you’re here with a diaper” Brian said.

 

“Okay…” I said a bit nervously.

 

The room was rather quiet, and I was personally getting rather nervous. I began wondering what I had gotten myself into, considering how extreme Brian’s dare was. I was hoping they were going to go easy on me… but something told me that they weren’t going to.

 

I took the diaper tucked it under my shirt, and continued out of the room, and into the bathroom, not having to rely on the dim light of the hall’s nightlights of course, since this time there was sunlight coming through from the bathroom’s (and hallway’s) windows.

 

I shut the door behind me, took a deep breath… and cracked my knuckles once more. I once again, unbuttoned my pants, and unzipped them too, so that I could pull them down.

 

I yanked my pants down to my ankles, and opened up the diaper, or unfolded it if you will. I lay down, feeling the heat of humiliation as I once again slid the diaper underneath my butt, and folded it over my penis and such. I taped it tightly, and once again… was sitting on Brian’s bathroom floor with a diaper on.

 

However… this time… it wasn’t nearly as bad as before. I was waiting for that horrible heat of humiliation to continue after I had put the diaper on but… it quickly died out after I once finished securing it on with the adhesives.  I felt confused… why wasn’t I embarrassed? In fact… I kind of…

 

“Nah…” I thought…

 

“Just the moment’s getting to me” I thought.

 

It was strange… as humiliated as I thought I should be… I wasn’t. I didn’t understand… I should hate it. I should despise it… but I didn’t mind it at all. Maybe I was getting used to it… maybe I was finally lightening up.

 

I sat up, and pulled my pants up, sighed, and ignored it for now.

 

“I’ve got something to do…” I thought to myself.

 

I looked at myself in the mirror and prepared for whatever they’ve got in store for me this time around.

 

I then quickly swung the door open, and took a step out… but there, all motivation to do whatever Seth, Brian, and Daniel had in store for me… came to a screeching halt. As a matter of fact, a skateboarder hitting a brick wall would come to a stop slower than how fast my motivation did that moment… because as I stepped out… I saw my mom, standing there, at the top of the steps.

 

“Hey Aden!” she said to me excitedly.

 

“M-MOM! H-H-HEY!” I said, panicking and stuttering.

 

“Did you have a good time?” she asked.

 

“Uh… yeah!” I said half-heartedly.

 

“Great, great! Well… I need to do a few things. I decided to swing by here and pick you up… I need to drop you off at the house and then I need to head into town and fill a few things out since we moved here… just simple stuff like change-of-address forms and stuff” she said.

 

“Okay…” I said.

 

“So… yeah. I haven’t got much time” she said, looking at her watch.

 

“Eek… actually… I haven’t got any time at all… c’mon Aden, say bye to your friends and I have to ride you home like… now” she said.

 

“W-what!?” I said.

 

I couldn’t possibly go home yet! I was about to do a huge dare! I was about to redeem myself for being so cowardly! And for God’s sakes, I was wearing a diaper! I needed time to at least take this thing off!

 

“Well… let me at least say bye to my friends, k?” I asked.

 

“Yeah, sure… just hurry it up” she said.

 

“I really don’t mean to just… come at you like this Aden but I’m not going to be able to ride you home for a long while, and I need to get going” she finished.

 

I didn’t mind going home… but I DID mind going home in a diaper!

 

I opened the door and there they all were, with big cheesy grins on their faces. I looked over, and there was the very same vent I had heard Brian and Daniel talking to each other through. They heard the whole thing, and they were keeping in a laugh… and it was obvious.

 

“Yeah, cya Aden” Brian said, waving.

 

“Peace out man” Seth said.

 

“Later man, give me and Brian a call whenever you get home alright?” Daniel said.

 

I was dumbstruck… I was one hundred percent dumbstruck. I was wearing a diaper… and they knew it… and they were just going to push me on my merry little way to home.

 

“YEAH… I… DEFINETLY… WILL” I said, talking through my teeth.

 

I looked over at Brian in a desperate panic… and he had a smirk… and then he winked at me… and then, he said something without really speaking… lip syncing, if you will. And from what it looked like… it looked like he said… “You’ll be fine”

 

 

“Chapter Four, Discovery”

 

 

“…I am going to kill them…” I thought.

 

I was sitting in my mom’s car now, and we were driving from home Brian’s and Daniel’s house.

 

“So how was your night over?” my mom asked.

 

“Huh? Oh… it was fun.” I said, squirming in my seat from the awkward feel of the diaper.

 

This thing felt really weird… it was itchy as hell, hot, and it bundled my ‘goods’ up. And the worst part was that every time I moved the thing crinkled like a plastic bag. And to top it all off… my mom was only three inches away from me.

 

I was trying to remain as slick and sly about wearing it as I could… but it was really, really getting difficult with all of the crinkling, squirming, itching, and adjusting I had to be doing.

 

“You okay?” she said.

 

“Hmm?” I muttered.

 

“You’re like dancing in your seat. And you seem a bit down” she pointed out.

 

“Oh… no, it’s nothing, for real. Just tired… didn’t get much sleep… was up late playing videogames and stuff. Just trying to find a comfortable position to rest my head” I lied… well half-lied. I was, indeed, tired.

 

“Oh okay!” she said.

 

“Man… I’m REALLY going to flip out… Daniel told me to call them… oh yeah… I’ll be sure to…” I thought.

 

It was only a five or ten minute ride from Brian’s and Daniel’s house… and like my mom had said, she had to drop me off. She was out of time and didn’t want to be late for her meetings downtown.

 

So I stepped out of the car, my mom and I waved bye to each other, and then she drove away… leaving me standing in my yard alone. I looked around, and more or less walked to the front door of my house… more or less because the bulk of this thing made me waddle somewhat.

 

I hadn’t noticed these things when I was going to Brian’s bathroom to his bedroom in it… I guess the adrenaline of the situation had caused me to not notice these things.

 

I shrugged it off, and walked into my house, determined to call them, and ask WHAT THE HELL they did that for.

 

---

 

“WHAT THE HELL!?” I yelled.

 

“Aww man… chill out Ade’” Brian was saying to me over the phone with a ‘funny’ tone in his voice.

 

“Dude, for real… what the hell? You let me walk out the door wearing a diaper with my mom… man now I’m stuck with this thing and I have no idea how to get rid of this thing” I whined.

 

“You’ll be fine man…” he assured. But somehow I doubted him.

 

“Man… you live like across town from me… and I don’t have any places to hide this thing.” I whined some more.

 

“Well think of this as your dare…” Brian said.

 

I was silent…

 

“You’ll be fine… I mean there wasn’t anything we could do anyway. Invite you in, and shut the door in her face?” he said.

 

I thought about it… and he was kind of right. So I couldn’t really argue with him.

 

“You’ll be fine…” he assured once more.

 

“Yeah…. I’ll think of a way to get rid of this thing” I said.

 

“Yeah… and if you’re having a problem wearing it or something… just think. Some people have to wear those things all of their lives” Brian said.

 

“Yeah…” I agreed, realizing that he was right.

 

“But anyway man, I have to go. Seth got picked up and my mom needs to run to the store and get some groceries, and I have to come with… ” he said.

 

“Alright… later” I said.

 

And with that, we hung up, leaving me home along in that house, with nothing to do and a diaper to take care of.

 

---

 

“Hmm…” I wondered.

 

“How can I get rid of this damn thing?” I asked myself.

 

I was sitting in my room. The diaper was folded out, sitting on my bed, and I was in my computer chair.

 

I stood up, walked out of my room, and proceeded downstairs, into the kitchen of my house, opening up the cabinets under the sink. I dug around in some buckets and stuff, but to my dismay… what I was searching for wasn’t there.

 

“No trash bags…” I muttered to myself.

 

I shut the cabinets and wandered back into my room.

 

“Hmph…” I grunted, staring at the diaper, which was of course, still lying on the bed.

 

“You’re nothing but trouble…” I said to it. I guess I was going a bit crazy.

 

“No trash bags… and if my mom finds you she’ll think I’m some sort of freak…” I grunted at it.

 

“I wish you’d just up and disappear…” I said to it.

 

It was, of course, not replying back… I guess it being an inanimate object would do that. I grumbled and mumbled some things, and then thought of another way to get the diaper out of here. I walked into the bathroom, and looked at the trash can that was in there. The trash bag was only a supermarket trash bag, but it was plastic and see-through… not suitable for disposing of an embarrassing object discreetly in.

 

So, I returned to my room once more… unfortunately the diaper was still sitting on the bed. I guess I was kidding myself when I was actually disappointed to see it there.

 

“I can’t even hide this thing anywhere…” I thought. My mom cleans my room ever time anything is misplaced and knows every inch of this place.

 

I sat there… and was just gazing at it trying to find a way to get rid of it.

 

What if my mom came home? Then what? How was I going to hide this thing? I guess I was going to have to keep it until my mom brought home some trash bags at least… but until then - what? The only solution I could think of was I was going to have to wear it… no one was going to look for it there… at least I certainly hoped not.

 

I sighed. I didn’t want to have to wear it… there was no reason this time. No dare, nothing to prove. Just me having to hide it… The thing was uncomfortable. It itched, it bundled my junk up, and it was like wearing an oven in warm weather…

 

But then… I remembered what Brian had said. During our conversation, his words returned to me.

 

“Some people have to wear those all of their lives…” is what he more or less said.

 

And at that point, sitting alone in my room, I absorbed exactly what he meant… or at least what I got from what he said. Some people really DO have to wear diapers all of their lives… and they haven’t got a choice or say in the matter. They might dislike the way they feel, too… but they don’t have a choice or say in the matter at all.

 

And here I am, sighing and moaning over having to wear it and I actually I have a choice. Whenever I put that into perspective, somehow… I felt bad for seeming so spoiled.

 

“I have to do what I have to do…” I thought.

 

I shut my door, and pulled down my pants and boxers once more. I laid myself down on my bed… and took the diaper, and put it on. I noticed all of the sudden, that somehow the diaper wasn’t as itchy, hot, or claustrophobic around the goods as it was before. I wondered how… the adhesives were on like before… I shrugged it off.

 

But I quickly figured out why… when I went to put my pants on. I pulled them up over the diaper, buttoned and zipped them… and then and there. It was there that I figured out that my pants were too small for the diaper. Whenever I put them on… they squeezed the diaper closer to me… and so on.

 

“I see…” I said to myself.

 

“So that’s why I didn’t notice anything whenever I first put it on at Brian’s house…” I said.

 

“I’ll just keep my pants off until my mom gets home…” I thought.

 

So then, laying on my bed, I pulled my shoes, socks, and pants off, and my boxers, too. So I was now sitting in nothing but a shirt and a diaper. I figured it was okay… no one was home and I doubt my mom’ll be back for some time.

 

I began to notice things about the diaper I hadn’t before… since my pants were off, it was a snug fit, and not squeezing up against me like before. The itchiness and the packing of the goods… weren’t nearly as bad as before. As a matter of fact, it didn’t itch at all anymore… and my ‘goods’ had room now.

 

In short, everything bad about the diaper that I had been noticing before… well they just kind of disappeared. Instead of being an itchy, tight, oven-for-underwear, I noticed it kind… well… let’s just say it wasn’t too bad anymore.

 

As much as I didn’t want to admit, I think I had begun getting used to everything about diapers. The feel, didn’t seem as bad as before, as mentioned previously. But other things, too… like I didn’t notice the crinkling anymore. And before it was like wearing a plastic bag. That was the biggest thing that I failed to notice anymore.

 

However… it was at this point… I noticed something that I had only experienced before, back in that bathroom (the second time). I had been waiting for that pain of humiliation to sink in… but it didn’t. Instead… I kind of… I kind of enjoyed the way it felt… because I had; in the bathroom back there… began to grow an erection. It was for unknown reasons… but yeah… I was beginning to grow a small bit of an erection again.

 

I didn’t understand why. Why was I growing an erection in my diaper? I felt kind of strange because as I was sitting there in my room, in a house alone, with all of my attention pretty much focused on the diaper and most things about it, it kind of began to increase… but as strange as I felt this was, it was even stranger that I began to feel as though it was right.

 

 

“Chapter Five, Shame”

 

 

“Mehh…” I moaned.

 

I still had my eyes closed… but I yawned… I stretched and I cracked every bone in my body… the same old routine. I could hear birds chirping a bit, obviously from outside my window. It was quite a nice experience… I wasn’t feeling too bad. I guess I had finally gotten a good night’s sleep.

 

I rolled over, to wrap myself up in the blanket and kind of sat there for a bit, to get ready for my day. But when I did, I heard that crinkling sound once more, which alone kind of woke me up.

 

It was there that I remembered the whole diaper experience last night, and the night before that. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and stretched once more. It felt real nice…

 

I moved my blanket away from me, revealing myself under the covers. I was lying in my boxers, not a diaper, and had the same shirt on from last night. It was daytime now, not nearly dusk like when I had gone to bed. I had gone to sleep real early… my guess was because I had very little (comfortable) sleep over at Brian’s and Daniel’s.

 

Everything was slowly clearing up in my head, and in my sight… I was doing the usual “just-woke-up” routine where my brain was more awake than the rest of my body.

 

It was within only a few minutes that I felt more awake… awake enough to at least stand up and function. I woke up, and when I did, the diaper had fallen from beneath the covers (since I stood up with the blanket still wrapped around me). I looked at it… and when I did… it all came back to me.

 

The strange feeling I get… it grows on me for some reason every minute I’m around the thing. Each possible characteristic just shoots out at me more and more and for some reason I feel that I am beginning to get some form of pleasure… in a strange, subliminal way. I couldn’t understand why.

 

But suddenly… right then and there as I was glancing down at the diaper… it came back to me again. Yesterday… what I had done. Wearing the diaper, and being alone in my room… and the strange feelings… I acted upon the feelings that I got…

 

…I masturbated in the diaper. Not exactly in it, but because of it. I grew an erection and the feeling eventually had grown to the point where it felt like the right thing to do… and so I did the right thing to do.

 

“Ugh!” I said, walking back.

 

“What the hell was I thinking!?” I thought.

 

“Only a freak gets turned on by a damn diaper!” I said a bit out loud… but under my breath to make sure no one else would hear.

 

I felt that humiliation again. Even though no one had seen me I felt like I had done it in front of a million people. I felt stupid… I felt like a freak… I felt… ashamed for masturbating, because a DIAPER turned me on.

 

I felt as though I had become one of the largest perverts in the world. My getting aroused over something that seemed honestly, innocent. Babies use them… I felt like I was a kind of a child molester for getting turned on by them. I don’t know why but I honestly felt horrible. I felt like I was the biggest freak in the world.

 

I ignored what I had done, and picked up the diaper. It felt no emotion for this thing anymore…

 

“I need to get rid of this thing…” I thought.

 

“Its nothing but trouble… like I figured…” I finished.

 

 ---

 

“Mom!” I yelled, walking out of my room.

 

“What?” I heard her reply.

 

“Do we have any trash bags?” I asked.

 

“Uh… I don’t think so… why?” I heard.

 

“I have some trash in my room…” I said.

 

“Oh… well… no, sorry. We don’t have any” she said.

 

“Damn…” I thought.

 

I wasn’t feeling too good anymore. I wanted this thing out of my room and this whole situation out of my life! I’d like to put the past behind me, and assume I never got raunchy from a diaper. But unfortunately, there was very little way for me to rid myself of it.

 

“Fuck it…” I thought again…

 

“Mom!” I yelled again.

 

“What?” I heard again.

 

“…do you want me to ride down to the store and buy some?” I said.

 

There was no reply… but I heard footsteps shortly after I had said it. It was within a few moments that I eventually saw my mom, standing in front of me.

 

“Why do you want trash bags so badly?” she asked.

 

“My room is starting to stink… I forgot to take some stuff out a while back…” I lied.

 

She looked at my suspiciously… not quite sure what to think.

 

“…if you really want to, yeah, sure… ride your bike down to the supermarket and pick up some. I’ve got the money, just give me back the change.” she said.

 

“It’d be appreciated…” I said.

 

“You’re tellin me! Keeps me from taking another trip to the store. Here you go” she explained.

 

She reached into his pocket, and pulled out a few bucks, handing them to me…

 

“Here” she said.

 

“This should be enough… if you want, buy yourself a drink or something when your down there” she said.

 

“Thanks” I said.

 

“Wait… you do know where it is, right?” she asked, since we were living in a new neighborhood.

 

“Yeah…” I said.

 

She nodded and walked downstairs. I returned to my room, and took the diaper from under my bed. I put it even further behind my bed… in the darkest, most obscure area. If my mother had found it there… then she was getting way too into her cleaning.

 

---

 

I pulled my bike out from the garage, and rode off, and began cruising down the street. I was a bit in my own little world, though I was paying attention to where I was going. This was pretty important, considering I didn’t know this place nearly as much as I did my old town.

 

“Man… what was I thinking?” I thought.

 

“Masturbating in a diaper… man… that’s pathetic…” I thought.

 

It was the innocence of the fun we were having, and the things Daniel, Brian, and I all were doing that seemed tainted.

 

“Hey Aden, put on a diaper! Hahaha!” I thought… all fun in games and I had to fuck it all up…

 

I wandered the streets with my bike, kind of nervous that I hadn’t gone the correct way. I was worried that perhaps I had taken a wrong turn or thought I went a different way than you really had to literally, in all of this deep thinking I was doing.

 

But, it was only in my head. I kept going and in time, I had arrived at the local grocery store. My mind was racing and I couldn’t really keep up… I was glad that I had gone the right way.

 

“Hmm” I wondered.

 

This store wasn’t like the one from my old town… I didn’t know the outside very well, so instead of knowing instantly where I could stash my bike, I had to examine the lot. I wandered to the back of the store, which is usually where no one would be.

 

I arrived in an obscure, dark passage way. There was an emergency exit leading into the store, a few dumpsters, etc. It looked like the stereotypical ‘dangerous, dark, and mysterious alleyway’… It was kind of intimidating but I doubt anyone would be back there. Even the daylight, it was mostly in shadow because it was between two different buildings.

 

I road my bike back there, and looked for somewhere to put my bike. I examined the dumpsters… they were pretty close the backside of another building, but there WAS room between it and the building. So I decided to shove my bike in that small space… it was a decent fit but because of the lid of the dumpster resting against the wall, over the small space between the dumpster and the building… it created a shadow. The bike was pretty much invisible. I was satisfied… so I then continued back to the front of the store and wandered inside.

 

---

 

The air conditioned store was a very nice change from the hot, humid outside world. I walked through, and began to search the aisles for the proper one. Of course, it was in no time at all that I found the one, and so I walked down, grabbed a box of trash bags… and walked back.

 

I decided to take a shortcut through the store though… I was on my way back, and it was then that I walked past it… the ONE aisle… the baby aisle. I glared down it, and instantly, I saw various bags of diapers… all with happy BABIES on them. Next to the diapers were baby bottles, pacifiers, and other babyish necessities… all with happy, cute, and colorful designs. Each one I saw made me feel worse…

 

Its silly sounding, I’m sure. But it was the truth… every time I see or think of hear of a diaper… it makes me feel awful… and this time was absolutely not an exception.

 

I shook my head, and proceeded to the checkout, thinking that once I toss the diaper away it’ll all be over and I can continue my normal life…

 

---

 

I parked my bike in my garage, walked upstairs into the kitchen, and then removed the trash bags from my backpack. I tossed them on the counter (along with the change she requested), after tearing the box open and taking one of the garbage bags out.

 

“Mom! I’m home, they’re on the kitchen counter!” I announced, shouting it since I didn’t know where she was in the house.

 

“Okay! Thanks!” I heard back.

 

I wandered upstairs, into my room (shutting the door behind me). I crawled under my bed, and pulled the diaper out from the bed. I gave it one last look… before I tossed it in the trash bag.

 

“Hmmm… I need more trash…” I mumbled to myself.

 

I gazed around my room… and then I found all the trash I’d need. My garbage can, was surprisingly, almost over flowing with garbage.

 

“Wow… I guess I wasn’t really lying” I thought.

 

I took the trash can, and dumped the garbage into the bag, emptying the can and filling the bag up. Finally… I tied the bag up, and then finally… walked out back with it. I tossed it in the outside garbage can… ridding myself of the diaper, and of the nuisance in my life.

 

This little episode was over…

 

I walked into my house, and lay down on my bed.

 

“It’s over” I thought.

 

The diaper is gone… what I feel guilty for is behind me. I can kind of forget about it and continue with my life…

 

 

“Chapter Six, Haunted”

 

 

RRRRIINNGGG! I heard. Everyone around me yelled in excitement, gathered their things, and exited the room. I was in school now, and that was the bell to lunch, so of course, everyone was excited to get out of the classroom and into their usual seats at the lunch tables they all sat at.

 

I was still new to the school… but I knew where the cafeteria was by now. So, I handed in my assignments and wandered to the cafeteria.

 

“Hey Aden” I heard as I was waiting in line for my food. I turned and there was Brian and Seth.

 

“Hey…” I said.

 

“How’s it going?” Brian asked.

 

“Alright… hungry as hell” I said.

 

“Well get your food, sit with us over there” Brian said, pointing over to a table in the room.

 

It was not really populated… as a matter of fact it didn’t have any people at all. It was also pretty isolated… pretty far off in the corner.

 

“That’s where we always sit. No ones ever over there so we get to talk about whatever we want and no one can hear us” Seth explained.

 

“Oh okay” I said.

 

They walked over to it, but I was not very excited to sit with them. I knew they were going to bring up the whole diaper thing and I wasn’t too thrilled at all to talk about it. Over the past three days I’ve managed to kind of forget about what I did in my room… and I’d like to keep it that way. I mean of course, they didn’t know about it. But talking about being in a diaper and stuff would only remind me.

 

But I wasn’t going to be an asshole… so I grabbed my food, walked over to them, and sat down with them.

 

---

 

“This food is so damn bomb…” I said, complimenting their school’s food since I was still considered the new kid.

 

“Yeah… it can be good…” Seth agreed.

 

“…so Aden…” I heard Brian say.

 

I recognized the sinister tone… and the strange “dot-dot-dot” before and after his statement that insinuated some form of skullduggery was afoot… it all meant he was going to ask about the diaper.

 

“Yeah?” I asked, knowing inside what he was going to ask.

 

“…how’s it going with the ‘thing’?” he asked.

 

“Huh? Oh…” I said.

 

“…I tossed it out a few days ago” I said.

 

“Awww…” Seth and Brian both did at the same time.

 

“Why?” Brian asked.

 

“Man… I had like nowhere to hide it…” I explained.

 

“Hah… alright…” Brian said.

 

“Yeah…” I said.

 

“Hey” Brian said with a different tone… a more open and happy tone.

 

“Sup?” I asked.

 

“Yeah… its Thursday right?” Brian asked.

 

“Yeah…” I answered.

 

“Sweet… listen, that sleepover was fun. You should spend the night over again” Brian invited.

 

“Oh… um…” I said. My mind was racing now.

 

If I went there, they will probably ask me to wear the diaper again… and I don’t want to do that. I wondered… but I thought of the other things we’ll probably do. Video games, movies, etc…

 

“Yeah… yeah sure, I’ll ask my mom.” I said.

 

“Awesome, sounds good” Brian said happily.

 

“Eh… yeah…” I said hesitantly, feeling as though I had just sold my soul to the devil.

 

---

 

Unfortunately, after that conversation, it haunted my mind like a ghost… and all of my concentration went to it. It was a never ending battle in my head about two solutions that just couldn’t be worked out… it was like a paradox.

 

On one hand… I could go there. I could have a good time, and if they ask (and they probably will)… I could do it. I could play along and act as though nothing was wrong. However… what if the little feeling I get when I’m in a diaper comes back? Not the arousal… the weird feeling it gave me beyond that. It was one of, not exactly comfort, but a sense of ease. For some unknown reason, I guess, it was summoning weird emotions and remarkably faint emotions and memories of my childhood. I was confused… I didn’t know why this was happening. It was like a deep, dark want hidden in my subconscious mind for all these years that was finally rising to the surface ever since that night… and each time I thought about it… it was getting stronger. It was just a strange, indescribable feeling… and I didn’t want it to come back. I mean… I, a young teenage boy finding a strange feeling from something meant to help the incontinent… I was a freak.

 

However… on the second hand. I could go, and if and when I am asked to put the diaper on… I could request to pass… But then it would look like I am not up to the challenge because I am afraid. And this was certainly not the case… they could lose respect for me, and this I didn’t want.

 

I sighed a deep sigh of desperation right there in the middle of class as all of this was rambling around in my head.

 

“Are you okay Aden?” I heard.

 

I looked up and there was my teacher, standing over me.

 

“Huh? Oh… yeah” I said.

 

“Okay… if you’re having a problem with your work just ask, I’ll be able to help” my teacher said.

 

“Will do, thanks” I said.

 

“Man… now its even affecting me in school…” I thought as I put my head back down.

 

But I continued to think about the problem in my life, and not the problem on my paper.

 

“Fuck it…” I eventually concluded. In my head, of course.

 

“…this is getting me no where…” I thought.

 

“…I’ll just wait until tomorrow…” I thought.

 

---

 

And I did… try. I couldn’t just not think about it… I felt as though I was stalling. And in truth, I guess I kind of was. I was ignoring a problem that is kind of inevitable. I couldn’t just call it off. I didn’t want to do that, I wanted to be there and hang with them. I wanted friends, and they were my best friends so far. But I don’t want to wear diapers over Brian’s and Daniel’s house. I don’t want to look like I can’t do dares or anything like that in front of them…

 

This little problem haunted me until the next day…

 

---

 

“Hey mom…” I asked sheepishly.

 

“Yeah Aden?” she asked.

 

“Brian invited me to sleepover his house tonight… is that cool?” I asked.

 

She stopped what she was doing and kind of looked into the sky for a few moments, thinking.

 

“Yeah… that’s no problem. I can drive you, no problem” she assured.

 

“Thanks” I said with a content smile.

 

I walked away from her room, and walked into my room, picked up the phone that was sitting on my computer desk, and held it to my ear.

 

“Hey, she says its fine” I said into it.

 

“Awesome… I’ll see you tonight alright?” I heard from Brian’s voice.

 

“Yeah definitely…” I said.

 

Brian and I hung up the phone, leaving me there by myself in my room. I decided something… I was going to trust Brian. I was going to trust Daniel, and Seth, too. I noticed something… I was doubting them too much. Over the passed day I had been contemplating what I was going to do and then I finally decided I was just going to simply ask not to do the dares with the diapers if we were using them again. I mean, who knows? Maybe we won’t. Maybe it’ll just be in the past.

 

I mean… like I said. It wasn’t wearing them that was the problem. It was that I didn’t want to draw that weird emotion that I get when I am in one… and then I don’t have to downgrade myself to being a freak by getting a bit of an erection with the diaper.

 

I wasn’t sure how the night was going but I was feeling as though I had no other choice to just say “What the hell” and see where the night takes me… it was a gamble. But you see I had a bit of a breakthrough. I was worrying about something for no reason… I, at the time, actually compared it to worrying about death: death is inevitable… as we all know. So why worry about it? Live however the hell you want to before that… worry-free. Same goes for tonight. I’m sleeping over there because I want to, and there’s no point in me worrying about the diaper thing because it is inevitable.

 

It was only a mere 60 minutes… well more or less, after that phone call that my mom had finished whatever she was doing in her room (paperwork), and asked if I was ready to go. I said yes, and within a few more minutes after that… I was on my way out of the door and driving the familiar path to his house.

 

---

 

“Hey Aden” I heard as I stepped to the front door. It was Brian’s mom, greeting me.

 

“Hey” I said back.

 

“C’mon inside, they’re upstairs” she said.

 

It was just like the first time… which was rather discouraging about avoiding the diapers.

 

I nodded thankfully, and began to walk up the stairs. I turned back, and my mom was standing in the doorway, chatting with Brian’s mom a bit some more.

 

“Bye Aden, call me if you need me!” she said, waving me off.

 

“C’ya” I said.

 

I made it to the steps… I was alone once again. No turning back now… not like there was a big chance before. I could hear their voices… I recognized Brian’s, Seth’s, and Daniel’s. I sighed, since they still didn’t know I was there. I worked up some confidence, and walked into the room.

 

“Hey Aden!” I heard, Brian was greeting me.

 

“Hey” I said.

 

 

“Chapter Seven (Part I), the Night of Submission (The Beginning)”

 

 

“What’s up?” I asked.

 

“Nothing at all man, nothing at all… we’re just sitting around playing some more videogames” Brian said.

 

“Cool…” I said.

 

“It’s me, Brian, then Daniel… then you” I heard Seth say from on the couch. He was listing the order of how we would play.

 

“Alright, sounds good…” I said.

 

---

 

We were all sitting around, playing video games, and challenging each other to challenges on various video games. It was fun, we were all pretty good. When I was still living back in my old town, I would play video games all the time whenever my old friends weren’t around. It was a fun way for me to kill time… personally I like video-games more than movies or books – they’re like art to me. But that’s getting off-topic.

 

“Alright, you got me” Seth said, standing up.

 

He plopped the controller into Brian’s lap… I was the victor.

 

“Alright, choose your fighter. I’ll play you a round” Brian said.

 

“Okay” I agreed.

 

I chose my fighter, since we were playing Soulcalibur II again. He chose his, and then we began to fight. We played our rounds through… I won. But then, the somewhat expected but still surprising happened.

 

“Man I’m bored… you guys up for any… dares?” Daniel grunted.

 

“Hmm…” I heard Seth mumble.

 

“I suppose” he finished.

 

“Uh… sure, are you Aden?” Brian said.

 

I was dumbstruck. It was the moment of truth… but first…

 

“…what kind of dares?” I asked.

 

“You know! Ones with… diapers… We never finished our game from last week” Brian said, saying diapers under his breath.

 

“I… I uh…” I spit out, looking at everyone, who was looking at me. The whole room’s attention was on me and… I really couldn’t take it very well.

 

I started feeling shaky, and uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to say! I didn’t want to disappoint my friends… but I didn’t want to disappoint myself either.

 

“I um… I…” I continued to spit out again. I wanted to be truthful. I wanted to say hell no… I wanted to run out of the room and avoid from telling them no and disappointing them… instead of lying to them and saying “Yeah, sure”.

 

“Uh… n-no… Not really… not tonight” I forced myself to say.

 

There, I said it. I said “No” and now I was waiting for the nagging and moaning for me to do some. I looked over at Seth, who was still doing his some-what blank face. I glanced at Dan, who was doing his bored face… and I looked at Brian, who’s face was filled with content…. I was just waiting for his face to cover with disappointment and then for them all to start attempting to force me into a diaper. I was waiting for the night to turn into a living hell. I was waiting for me to call my mom after we get in a fight, she’d pick me up… and I would never see Brian, Daniel, or Seth again.

 

I looked over at Brian and thought “Go ahead, start…” And then Brian finally opened his mouth…

 

“Oh! Okay, sure. Whatever, you don’t want to that’s cool” he said.

 

“Huh!?” I said.

 

Brian looked over at me.

 

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine” he said again.

 

“But… I mean… wait… what!?” I said again in complete surprise.

 

“Haha c’mon man, if you don’t want to, that’s fine.” Brian said, once more.

 

“B-but you aren’t going to keep talking to me about it, and make me do it again?” I said.

 

“Huh? No…” Seth said.

 

“But last week…” I began to say.

 

“Last week… that was just for fun. We wanted you to trust us, and now I am assuming you do. We’re not going to force you to do anything you’d prefer not to do. Just chill” Brian explained.

 

“…okay” I said.

 

“Cool… and like I said, if you don’t want to do the dares, or you don’t just not want put on the diaper… that’s cool, too. But, we are going to do it. So you can just chill here or come with us, just so you know. You don’t have to do any of the dares but you can still come with us and watch” Brian explained.

 

“Alright” I said.

 

“I’ll come with you guys” I finished.

 

“Okay… that is when we leave later tonight” Brian said.

 

“Okay…” I said once again.

 

“Welp, who’s ever up first… here they are” I heard Seth say.

 

And when I looked over… there they were, indeed. There, in the center of the floor was a bag of fresh diapers.

 

“We can’t do them yet…” Daniel said.

 

“Yeah… later tonight after mom’s asleep” Brian said.

 

---

 

It had been a few hours since Seth tossed those diapers on the floor. We had dinner, and once again, I was laying there in the darkness glaring at those big bright red letters on their electric clock. Once again, it was around 1AM.

 

This was almost exactly like the last time… only this time I knew what was coming to me. I was waiting for someone to break the silence, and from there, we would sneak out of the house in the midst of the night, and continue to do “diaper dares” outside… at least this was what they were discussing a few hours ago.

 

Of course, I wasn’t too enthusiastic about the idea. But, not because I don’t want to be near them wearing diapers when I kind of have a freakish thing for them… but because honestly, I really don’t see why we need to leave the house. I don’t feel like leaving in the middle of the night in a town that I don’t know about that well… if you know what I mean.

 

“Pssst!” I heard, knowing it was all down hill from there.

 

“What time is it Aden?” I heard from what seemed like Brian’s voice.

 

“Almost 1AM” I whispered back, since it had been an hour of wondering and pondering such things.

 

“Okay… Seth, hit the light” I heard.

 

“Ughh… hold up…” I heard Seth say with a haggard, groggy tone.

 

Then, after a second or two, and after some rustling sounds, the desk light popped on and the room lit up with a dim, yellow tone.

 

I sighed a bit and stretched, yawned, and sat up. I looked over and Brian was lying on the bottom bunk of his bed, looking fully awake. I of course, couldn’t see Daniel, since he was on the top bunk. Seth was, of course, lying peacefully on the couch. Nothing surprising, and nothing out of the ordinary.

 

“You guys ready?” I heard Brian say.

 

“Uhhh…” Seth moaned.

 

Daniel was kind of grumbling something.

 

“Yo’ Brian… man I don’t really feel like wandering the town tonight man…” I could barely understand.

 

“Awww… c’mon guys!” he said enthusiastically.

 

“Nah Brian…” Seth moaned.

 

“Me neither” he finished.

 

But after Seth confirmed that he didn’t want to go outside and do the diaper dares… sure, I was happy… but then Brian had a face of like, sheer disappointment.

 

“W-well… what about you Aden?” he said with a bit of hope that I’d say that I want to go outside.

 

“Well… honestly… I uh… didn’t want to do the dares in the first place… let alone go outside man…” I said.

 

“Oh…” he said.

 

I felt terrible.

 

“W-well… who here wants to still do the dares?” he said with a bit of hope.

 

Seth sighed…

 

“Uhhh… not me man… I’m too tired.” Seth moaned.

 

“Oh… okay…” Brian said.

 

“…Dan?” Brian kind of said.

 

But there was no response from him… insinuating he was either asleep, or was ignoring Brian. But regardless, the biggest look of disappointment swept across Brian’s face. I examined him, and began to feel a bit sorry for not doing it.

 

“Well… guess I should turn the light off and we can go to bed, Aden” Brian said.

 

“Huh?” I said.

 

“Guess these two are too tired, and there’s no other reason to be up at 1AM.” He sighed.

 

“You want to do them bad, huh?” I asked.

 

“I just wanted to have some fun. Was a bit excited to go outside at night, you know?” he responded, slowly getting out from the bunk.

 

I could tell that he was not just talking to me, but was also indirectly speaking to both Seth and Daniel – trying to coerce them into changing their minds. But I knew there was no changing their minds… they sounded way too tired (or just uninterested) to care.

 

“Yeah…” I said…

 

My own feelings were getting to me once again. This time, it wasn’t me drowning in self-pity. I was actually contemplating… but eventually…

 

“Brian…” I said, right when Brian was about to turn the light off.

 

“Yeah Ade’?” he asked.

 

“…if you want to do some stuff… I’m up. I can’t sleep… you uh… want to?” I said, pretty much lying. I wasn’t anywhere near considered awake enough not to sleep… and I really didn’t want to do anything at all. But I was sucking it up… for a friend – because THAT’S the kind of person I was.

 

“You mean that?” he asked.

 

“Sure…” I said.

 

“If you really want to, sure…” he said. He wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic as he was when he was talking about it with Seth and Daniel. I guess he wanted us all…

 

“Cool… get the stuff… show me out of here” I said.

 

“Okay… but Aden” he said.

 

“What?” I asked.

 

“I thought you didn’t want to…” he said.

 

“I didn’t… at the time… but you know… now it sounds fun” I said, lying once again.

 

Brian smiled a bit, and nodded his head.

 

“K… I’ll get the stuff” he said.

 

“Alright” I agreed.

 

“We’ll leave these two to sleep… hand me that backpack” he said.

 

I tossed the backpack in his direction, while he dug under the bed for the diapers. While he was doing that… I was building motivation. I was aware that I had just signed myself up for something I really didn’t want to do. As I thought, the more I became aware that I was about to do more dares with diapers, which I really didn’t want to do… something about the diapers, they just kind of draw the weirdest, just down-right strangest sensation from what seems to be the darkest corner of my mind… and I don’t know why. It was like… like a weird kind of… enjoyment.

 

But before I could give it further thought, Brian was out from under the bed. Now, he was standing over me, with the backpack on his back. His shoes were on, and so, it was now my time to get ready. I kind of ‘mentally sighed’ and got my shoes on. It was then, after that… Brian and I left, and snuck out of that now quiet house, and went off into the night.

 

 

“Chapter Seven (Part II), the Night of Submission (Submission)”

 

 

It was a really beautiful night, that night. The moon was bright, and the sky was clear. It was, more or less, the perfect night for the night that I and Brian had laid down for us. Right now, however, we were spending our time gunning it out of the local neighborhood. We were headed to where Brian said no one would know us. I was of course, even more nervous at the time. He and I were sneaking through the shadows, making sure there were no local people, and police especially.

 

We were gunning it, taking obscure shortcuts and sneaking through pitch-black alleys. I, of course, had no idea in hell where we were going. But Brian of course, knew where he was going like we were still in his room. It was after about ten minutes of sneaking, that we slowly came to a stop.

 

We were both trying to catch our breath at the end of an alley… but it was there he and I just kind of both, at the same time, dropped against a wall of a building, and slowly slid down them, and dropped until we were both in the sitting position. We were both tired from running. I was curious though…

 

“Where the hell are we?” I asked.

 

“We’re in a different part of the neighborhood. We aren’t here much, no one knows us here…” he said.

 

“…okay…” I said.

 

“So what have you got planned?” I asked nervously, waiting to kind of brace myself for the task ahead.

 

“Nothing specific…” he said.

 

“Hmmm…” he began to think.

 

“First, put this on” Brian said, with a smile.

 

He had a diaper in his hand already… I must have not been paying attention. I sighed a bit, but took the diaper in hand. I wasn’t going to disappoint a friend…

 

“Wait” I said.

 

“What?” he asked.

 

“…um… where?” I asked.

 

“Uhhh… we’re in an alleyway, at like 2AM… no one’s around, and its dark. Just pull your pants down and put it on, I’ll turn around…” Brian said.

 

“W-what!?” I asked.

 

“Yeah!” Brian said.

 

“No!” I said in utter shock.

 

“Ha-ha, why?” Brian said laughing.

 

“What if someone comes by or something?” I said.

 

“No one will man, trust me.” He assured.

 

I was still a bit skeptical.

 

“C’mon man… just do it quickly then” he said, kind of pleading.

 

“…fine…” I said.

 

I began to think maybe I was being a bit too giving to Brian… but I walked over, further into the alley. This wasn’t like the alley that Brian, Daniel, and Seth, and I were in a week ago. This was one of those narrow alleys stuck between two buildings, like the one I parked my bike at when I was getting trash bags. I walked into the dead center of the alley, which was a bit of a distance from Brian. It was also the darkest part, but I looked behind me anyways… just to make sure Brian wasn’t looking. And like he said… he turned around.

 

I was alone, considering the distance from Brian and I. I was alone to sigh for a minute, on the outside. It was a desperate sigh, one of grief. I looked at the diaper, and thought about how little I wanted to do it. But then I thought about how I had promised Brian that I would… well… agreed that I would. I sucked it up once more… but this was a big favor.

 

I glared at the diaper for a little while… and eventually pulled my pants down to my knees, and my boxers too. I laid myself down on that hard cement, ignoring it, and untapped the diaper. I slipped it under my butt, and pulled the front over my penis, and taped it securely. It was that quickly that I had a diaper on, once more, when I swore to myself I wouldn’t do it again.

 

I glared down the alley, and looked at Brian. He was still turned around… which was good. I wasn’t ready to go up there yet. I needed some alone time real quick… to kind of realize what I was doing here. I began to question what I had just done.

 

I put on a diaper when it was the biggest fear of mine only yesterday. But why? I began to wonder… Why did I do it? Was it really for just friendship reasons? Did I only put this diaper on for Brian? Or was it because… I wanted this diaper on. I was questioning this now, because I finally could… and I had it on now… and once again… I was beginning to enjoy it. My mind was being to become satisfied with the soft feel, the crinkling, and the tapes, everything… once again… and once again… my penis was beginning to become a bit erect. Once again, the thought of it all… seemed right.

 

I kind of sat there in that dark alley, with my pants still down… contemplating why the hell I didn’t just fall back asleep in that room. Then all of this wouldn’t be happening and I wouldn’t be sitting in a dark alley, alone, with a diaper and apparently liking it.

 

This state of mind was a weird one… I hated to love. And yes, love was a strong enough word to place what I was feeling for diapers right now. To further elaborate, right now, all of that pain I was feeling. All of that guilt and shame seemed like a waste of time now. I felt as though I was stupid for ever feeling like that for something like this diaper. I mean… it was so soft… and it was so secure. I felt like… I was safe… from something I couldn’t quite identify. But before I could give it further thought…

 

Aden!” I heard Brian softly yelling… a kind of loud whisper.

 

“What!?” I said back, in the same kind of loud whisper.

 

“Everything alright? It’s taking you forever!” he said.

 

“Yeah, hold up… I’ll be there in a minute” I ‘loud whispered’ back.

 

“Okay…” he said back, turning back around.

 

Then it came back to me, right there. Why I did this… why I am doing this for someone. I sacrificed myself for a friend… someone who I do want as a friend. I mean, he wanted to do these so badly… and I felt selfish. I stood up, and walked over to Brian.

 

“Ready” I said.

 

I was feeling ready now. I was feeling ready for anything now, because I had my diaper on. I felt as though I could do any dare in the world that Brian had set for me. And I felt ready to give Brian any dares he felt he was ready for. But before I noticed anything… it became weird… because in time, the dares weren’t about doing a dare for me. It was about wearing the diaper.

 

---

 

I don’t know how many dares we did, but it was about two hours that we were doing them. But in time, we did so many that nothing seemed difficult or daring. He looked at his watch, and it read 4AM.

 

We had been out, for two hours. Just he and I, running around in diapers through the night… I was having the time of my life, surprisingly. For Brian, it was for the dares. But for me, it was about wearing the diaper. It was incredible… the transition from me now, to when I was in that alley, hating to have to put on a diaper. I thought about how I was going to hate myself in the next few days, but I quickly shut myself up by thinking about how right now was what mattered.

 

But in time, he and I grew tired… and we began to kind of walk back towards his neighborhood.

 

“Hey Aden” he said to me.

 

“Yeah?” I asked.

 

“I want to show you a place… a secret place Seth, and Daniel, and I go to a lot.” Brian explained.

 

“Okay…” I said, feeling good about being shown a secret spot.

 

“Follow me” Brian said.

 

“Lead the way” I said.

 

We sprinted through main streets, which personally, I couldn’t do anymore. But we ran all the way through an entire neighborhood, but eventually stopped, at the foot of a big section of woods.

 

“You daring enough to simply go in there with me?” Brian asked.

 

“Um… lead the way” I said.

 

Brian and I descended a small hill from there, which was actually pretty difficult in near-pitch black. It was only a few minutes of going through the woods from there, just going through various trails and what-not, led by the faint light of street lights from on top the hill, and the moonlit trails from the moon above.

 

But eventually, we were standing in front of a club house… I couldn’t really make it out. But I could see one side, and the rest was a silhouette. We then went inside, through an obscure door. Obscure, from the darkness.

 

“This is our secret spot” Brian said, in his normal voice.

 

“This is cool!” I said.

 

 “Hold up” I heard Brian say.

 

All of the sudden, there was a click, and then, the room was illuminated. Brian was holding a flashlight.

 

“Flashlight, always behind the seat” Brian explained.

 

“Good thinking” I said.

 

“Look behind you, there should be like, a candle and a pack of matches inside it” Brian said.

 

“Um… okay” I replied, not really knowing what he meant by inside the candle.

 

But when I finally got the candle, I knew what he meant immediately. It was one of those huge candles, in a glass case, and it had a lid on top. Think of it as a cube of glass, with a square lid on the top that slides off, filled with wax and had two wicks. The matches were kept inside.

 

“Yeah, that’s it. Take it here, put in the middle and light it. It should light the room up, so we don’t waste the batteries on this” Brian explained.

 

“How long are we going to be here?” I asked.

 

“Not too long, I’m tired” he explained.

 

I took the candle, and placed it between us, and lit it with one of the matches. It’s actually really surprising how much light a flame can give off in the darkness like that.

 

“There… much better…” Brian said, turning the flashlight off.

 

And there we were. It was just me and him, in the club house at 4AM, nothing but a candle to show off our faces.

 

“You know Aden… you’re really shy” Brian said.

 

“Huh?” I asked… well… grunted or moaned.

 

“Yeah… you’re real shy.” He said.

 

“…so…?” I asked.

 

“Nothing, just saying...” he said.

 

“Um… okay” I said, not quite understanding his point.

 

“I mean its okay. Nothing to be shy about with us, you’ve really let that up tonight” Brian explained.

 

“How so?” I asked.

 

“Well, compared to last week, and your first day at school… you’ve really changed. You seem happy when you’re around me” Brian said.

 

“I guess I kind of am… I mean… you’re the only one I’ve spent time with out of you three” I explained.

 

“Yeah… I suppose you’ve got a point. Daniel and Seth are cool, though. You should call Seth up sometime, especially.” He explained.

 

“I will sometime, whenever I get to know them better” I said.

 

“Cool…” Brian said.

 

“So how long have you and Seth been friends?” I asked.

 

“Actually, not too long” Brian said, surprisingly.

 

“Hmm… how long? Why?” I asked.

 

“He just moved here, too. Like six months ago.” He explained.

 

“That’s cool…” I said.

 

“Yeah… we put him through the same kind of initiation as you” Brian explained.

 

“Yeah… I remember hearing about that” I said.

 

“Yup. He was nervous, too… but he did it pretty quickly” Brian said.

 

I nodded.

 

“So Aden…” Brian said.

 

“Yeah?” I asked.

 

“You like it here?” he asked me.

 

“Yeah, I like it… Kids seem real cool around here and stuff” I said.

 

“How is it compared to your other neighborhood?” he asked.

 

“I don’t know…” I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable. It’s been a long while since I thought about what I left behind.

 

“C’mon Aden… you haven’t ever talked about your old friends… your old place…” Brian said.

 

“I… I know. I just… I don’t know… I feel weird, you know? I feel weird whenever I think about all that. It’s been only like a month since I moved and it feels like a year ago.” I explained, feeling a bit nostalgic as I began to recall things from my old town.

 

“Well you know… you should always talk about things that are bothering you. It helps” Brian said.

 

“Well I mean, its not really bothering me to be away… it just kind of makes me feel like I am always waiting to wake up in that room, in that house, and talk to those same friends I’ve known for like eight years…” I said.

 

“Yeah… I can see that” Brian said, nodding understandingly.

 

“How many friends did you have back there?” he asked me.

 

I began to count…

 

“I don’t know… not a whole lot; I’m not the popular-kid type. But I had a few real good friends. I get along with anyone and everyone” I explained.

 

“That’s cool… well… give them a call man. It’s almost summer… it’s only a week until the end of this semester, and the whole school year” Brian explained.

 

“Yeah… yeah I’ll do that” I said, thinking it was actually a really good idea.

 

“Now you ask me a question” Brian said.

 

“Hmmm?” I mumbled.

 

“Ask me a question… I asked you one, I deserve one” Brian said.

 

“Okay… you like Seth a lot… what’s it like between you and your brother, Daniel?” I asked.

 

“Hmmm…” Brian said.

 

“It’s alright between us. He’s only like a year old than me, but he likes to do the big brother thing and stuff. He has his interests, I have mine. We talk a lot and we’re close, but to a point, you know?” Brian explained.

 

“Yeah, I gotcha” I said.

 

It was silent for a minute as we both kind of thought about individual subjects… but we quickly began to talk again. We were talking for a long while after that, just about random things: personal things, funny things, depressing things… all of that.

 

---

 

“You know Aden?” I heard.

 

I was no longer on the floor, sitting there in front of the candle. I was now lying down on one of the benches that were built into the house.

 

“What’s up?” I asked.

 

“I like you…” I heard.

 

“Yeah?” I said.

 

“Yeah. You’re a real cool person. I’m glad you moved here” Brian said.

 

I looked over at him, and he was smirking a bit. He was lying on the opposite bench, across from mine.

 

“Thanks man… I really appreciate that” I said, feeling a bit of a glow.

 

“Hey Brian” I said.

 

“Yeah Aden?” he replied.

 

“I like you, too. You’re a cool dude. Thanks for all you’ve done for me… you’re a good person” I said back.

 

“Thanks… I appreciate that also.” He said back.

 

“Hey Aden” I heard back.

 

“Yeah Brian?” I asked.

 

“We’re sleeping in here, aren’t we” Brian kind of half asked.

 

I started laughing…

 

“Yeah, apparently we are… but won’t the others be worried?” I asked.

 

“Nah… they know this place. We were actually talking about possibly sneaking here and spending the night in here, but they turned back…” Brian said.

 

“Oh… and speaking of… Aden… I uh… I want to tell you something, about what you did in that room” he said.

 

“What?” I asked.

 

He looked at me, and with extreme sincerity… he said.

 

“Thanks man… thanks for humoring me. I really appreciated that…” he said.

 

“What!?” I asked, becoming more awake.

 

“I know you didn’t want to do these dares and stuff… and I just want to say thanks for doing them anyway. You’re a pal” he said.

 

“Geez… was it that obvious?” I thought… but instead, I said…

 

“Nah man… I’m glad I did do these things. Me and you are here and talking because of it” I said.

 

Brian smiled and nodded.

 

“Well… I guess if we’re going to sleep here… I should take this diaper off” I said.

 

I have been wearing the diaper the whole time, the whole night, and not caring one bit.

 

I stood up, and so did Brian.

 

“Might as well just blow the candle out, it’ll be dark enough we won’t see each other” Brian said.

 

“Good point…” I said.

 

I looked down at the candle… kneeled down, and blew the flame dead… and like he said, it was once again pitch black. Even in the dark, I was a bit sheepish about having my privates exposed in such a close proximity to someone like Brian… but really, you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face… so I shook it off. I walked to my side of the house, pulled down my pants and boxers, and untapped the diaper, and tossed it onto the floor blindly. I pulled my pants up, zippered and buttoned them, and blindly explored my way back to my bench.

 

I could hear Brian taking his diaper off, I heard the same tape-removing sound, and some crinkling, and then eventually, the sound of it hitting the floor, and finally the sound of a zipper and the click of a button.

 

It was silent for a bit, as we both had nothing but our minds to keep us company, since we both were real, real tired now. All the running and stuff… just knocked us out. I don’t know what Brian was thinking… but I know what I was thinking.

 

I was thinking about what had happened tonight. I went from being so damn fearful about doing dares, to putting that behind me and putting a friend first… Then I went from going through with that agreement by putting the diaper on in a dark alley, to running through the streets of my new town in one. I went from not knowing Brian, to knowing him as though he and I knew each other for years. A real good friendship was conceived tonight, at least I think so. I didn’t feel like I was sleeping in the club house with a stranger… I felt like I was sleeping in the club house, with a good friend.

 

Good enough to at least run through the neighborhood with diapers on, at least. Then I began to think about that… the whole diaper situation. What was with me, I wondered. I’m sure you know what I was thinking… so I won’t repeat myself again. The strange feelings, the hate to love thing… it all kind of keeps getting stronger.

 

But something happened tonight. Something surprising… it was… a really good thing. It happened back in that alley, and grew since then. A form of self acceptance kind of swept through me since then. Since that moment on, having a diaper on didn’t seem bad anymore. And the thought of liking them… well… that still seemed strange but, right. I began to wonder why this self-acceptance had come over me, and it occurred to me… it was probably because I was wearing the diaper. My mind was doing its tricks again.

 

But in that darkness, when I had time to really put things into perspective… I was really happy. I felt great, honestly. I had a friend, and a good one… and I wanted to enjoy it. And when you’re in a good mood, you don’t want anything to stop the good times from rolling, right? Well… I guess that had an influence in what I did next. I was thinking about my little diaper thing… And either I was delirious from lack of sleep, or I really was that happy… but either way, in that darkness… I came to an agreement with myself.

 

The whole night, I was wearing a diaper. And the whole night, I was happy. When I wasn’t wearing a diaper… I wasn’t happy. If wearing a diaper makes me happy… I think I should be able to splurge. I began to debate in my mind if this was correct. I was thinking… I am not hurting anyone directly… even though I still had a bit of guilt. I was kind of ignoring that for now. I was feeling real good. I guess you could say I came to a bit of a submission to the influences that diapers give me. And in that darkness, with a smile I could only feel on my face, I could easily say to myself, that I like diapers… and nothing was wrong with that.

 

“Brian… you still awake?” I asked.

 

“Yeah… whats up?” I heard.

 

“I have a question for you” I asked. I needed his opinion on something, before I went to… well… before I went to bench… since it wasn’t a bed.

 

“Hurry up man… real tired…” I heard, yawning in between.

 

“If something makes someone really happy… or they receive a kind of comfort from something… and the thing isn’t bad at all… it’s not harmful to anyone, its not anything like that, not drugs, etc…” I said.

 

“…” I more or less detected from Brian.

 

“…Well, my question is, if that’s the case… but they feel a bit guilty for receiving comfort or something from the thing… do you think they should get some kind of help, or do you think they should further splurge into their interests?” I asked.

 

“…um… well… I mean, I can’t really answer… you’re too obscure with your details. It all depends on the thing. I mean, if it’s not harmful, or anything bad, I don’t see the harm in splurging. But depending on how much guilt you have… and how it affects you in completing your day-to-day activities… you should get help. If it stops you from doing important things, get help, you know? But if it doesn’t do any harmful things in anyway and you can still work and live fine, I’d say splurge.

 

Either way… I don’t know what the object you’re talking about is. I say who the hell cares and do what you want, you know?” Brian said.

 

“So you think it’d be okay to splurge?” I asked.

 

“Sure… I guess you could say that… if they receive a lot of comfort or happiness than yeah, splurge… if the guilt isn’t that bad, you’ll get over it soon. Everything has its limits before it’s rid of. You’ll get over it eventually” Brian explained.

 

There was a bit of silence…

 

“Thanks Brian…” I said....

 

“Yeah, no problem… but anyways… I’m tired. And so, I’m going to bed. Good night” I heard.

 

“Good night…” I said…

 

 

“Chapter Eight, Aden’s Revelation”

 

 

“Guys!”

 

“?”

 

“Wake up”

 

“???”

 

“Uhhh… I’m up…”

 

Aden

 

“Yup… that’s my name…”

 

Aden, wake up”

 

“Oh… I’m sleeping”

 

I slowly opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Daniel standing over me.

 

“Wake up dude. We’ve got to get back to the house” he said to me.

 

I quickly realized where I was, and I got reminded of everything that happened yesterday. I realized that Brian and I were asleep in the clubhouse, and not in Brian’s room…

 

I sat up, but only because I had to - not because I was awake. I felt far from awake, as a matter of fact. I looked over at where Brian was… and he was pretty much like me: eyes half shut, leaning against the wall rather than lying down. He looked how I felt… and that was pretty bad.

 

“C’mon guys” Daniel said.

 

“Ugh… okay…” Brian said.

 

He slowly struggled to get back onto his feet, almost falling onto his face from almost passing out.

 

“C’mon Aden…” he said.

 

I, too, struggled to get onto my feet. But I got myself to do it, since I didn’t want to be the one to get Daniel and Brian in trouble. Brian reached down, and put the backpack over his back, and then, we began to walk out…

 

The sun hurt my eyes at first, since it was a bright, blue skied day. The sun wasn’t glaring in my eyes… but it was so bright that looking at the ground alone hurt. Either that, or my eyes were still not awake enough to adjust properly… that was probably the case.

 

But either way, it hurt. I had to trek blindly (pretty much) through the woods, but by then, I was awake enough to see properly.

 

“What time is it? I asked.

 

“Like… 10AM” Brian answered, looking at his watch.

 

“Man… five hours of sleep…” I thought.

 

---

 

“Okay Brian… mom doesn’t know we’re out, so we’ve got to be quiet” he said.

 

I nodded in acknowledgment to Daniel’s words, and he looked into the house. We were out back, coming in through their back door, which led into the kitchen (as opposed to the front door, leading into the living room).

 

Daniel opened the glass door, and we all quietly snuck back into the house. I stopped, from being too exhausted (my legs hurt from running so much yesterday), but Brian continued on. He walked up the steps, and in a few moments, I heard a ‘FUMP’ on the ceiling, which kind of made me laugh… Picturing Brian walking up the steps like a zombie (like he was), and making into his room, and dropping face first on the floor asleep.

 

Daniel chuckled, and went upstairs, but there was no bang on the ceiling. But Seth didn’t, and I wasn’t going to either. I personally, wasn’t tired anymore. Once I’m up, and awake… I’m awake (a habit from school I suppose). I just sat at the kitchen table, just kind of lost now that I was awake with nothing to do.

 

Seth walked over to the couch in the living room, and sat down with the remote. He looked over at me, and kind of signaled me to come over with his hand. I, having nothing better to do (and not wanting to be rude… and actually wanting company), walked over and sat down next to him on the couch.

 

“Sup” he said.

 

“Not much… feeling like I got hit by a truck but I’ll manage” I replied.

 

He laughed a bit.

 

“Yeah… Dan woke up and woke me up, said we had to go get you two… I wasn’t finished sleeping yet, but hey… I’m awake now” he said.

 

“Yeah, pretty much same” I replied.

 

“So you finally saw the club house, huh?” Seth said.

 

“Yeah, pretty cool. How’d it come up?” I asked.

 

“Whenever I moved here, it was already in the process of being built. Daniel and Brian couldn’t build it quick enough just them, but whenever I came by, they had a third person and could help a lot. Sped the process up quicker. Its still being added on, but it itself is pretty much done… the ‘house’ is done” he said.

 

“Yeah… you guys did a good job” I complimented.

 

“Thanks” he said.

 

“So you moved here like 6 months ago Brian told me” I said.

 

“Yup” he confirmed.

 

“That’s cool… Do you keep up with old friends?” I asked.

 

He shook his head…

 

“Nah… I didn’t really have a lot of friends back in my old town, and the ones I did have often treated me like crap… I’m glad I moved” he said.

 

“Oh… well… sorry to hear that” I said, feeling a bit sorry for asking the question.

 

“Nah, it’s cool. I don’t care; it’s in the past. With a bad kind of life like that, compared to mine now, I think about the future and not then. Makes me glad I have Brian and Daniel as friends” he said.

 

“Yeah, I can see that” I agreed.

 

Suddenly he started laughing, but not because of what was on TV…

 

“Man, they put me though that initiation… that was fun” he said.

 

I chuckled, too…

 

“I tell you man… They had me do the same thing you did. Wear a diaper, feel embarrassed and humiliated, then take it off and go to bed. Same deal as before” he explained.

 

“Yeah…” I said, remembering that night, one week and, one night ago.

 

“What were you thinking when they told you that you had to wear a diaper?” I asked.

 

“Bah… was really confused but I wasn’t going to sweat it, you know? I wanted some friends in this town so I did it anyway.” He explained.

 

“Yeah, I was pretty much the same way…” I explained.

 

He chuckled a bit…

 

“Yeah… you were looking pretty nervous.” Seth said.

 

“Eh…” I kind of said embarrassingly.

 

“So what street do you live on?” he asked me.

 

“Hmm… I’m pretty sure it’s called Jakeson Street” I said.

 

“Yeah… I know where that’s at” he said.

 

I nodded.

 

“That’s cool… I’m on Eikram Street.” Seth told me.

 

“Oh cool, that’s only like a block from my house… I think” I said, unsure.

 

“Yeah, it is. Well that’s cool… What’s address?” he asked me.

 

15 Jakson Street” I said.

 

“Cool, I’m 13 Eikram. Red brick house, ring my bell sometime” he told me.

 

“Will do” I said.

 

---

 

It had been a few hours, and I was quickly beginning to lose my ability to stay awake fast. But luckily, it was almost time for my mom to pick me up…

 

“Mom” I said. I was talking into a phone…

 

“Yes?” I heard.

 

“Can you pick me up?” I asked.

 

“Alright, just hold on. I’ll be there in a bit, okay?” she said.

 

“Thanks” I responded.

 

I hung up the phone…

 

“Hmmm… a bit… how long will that be?” I wondered.

 

I shrugged, and kind of attempted to keep myself awake. I walked back into the living room, and looked over at the couch. Seth was asleep on the couch now… he had fallen asleep a little bit after we were done talking. Once again, it was only me in the house that was awake.

 

I sat down in the living room chair that was sitting next to the couch, and kind of stared into nothing. I was once again drowning in my thoughts, and once again thinking about what happened last night… and of course, diapers were coming to mind again. I couldn’t help but think lightly of them now… Once again, I was thinking about how something was up with me liking them, but I didn’t have a problem with liking them anymore… at least I didn’t right now. I didn’t know how I’d feel tomorrow, but I didn’t care right now.

 

Something about diapers made me comfortable, and happy. Every time I put one on I was happy… and I didn’t know why but I didn’t care. I was thinking about this issue for a little while… but then all of the sudden, I heard a doorbell.

 

It broke my thoughts, but I looked out the front window. It was my mom! I was heading home, so I answered the door.

 

“Hey” she said.

 

“Hey I said back.

 

“Everyone asleep?” she asked, noticing Seth on the couch.

 

“Yeah” I said.

 

“Okay, well… get your stuff, we’ll head back home” she said.

 

I nodded.

 

“My stuffs upstairs just hold on” I said.

 

I wandered upstairs, since my book bag was up there. I slowly creaked the door to Brian’s and Daniel’s room… and snuck in, careful not to wake them up. I looked, and Daniel was asleep on his bunk… Brian was of course, face first on the bedroom floor, passed out.

 

I gazed at the floor, trying to find my backpack… when suddenly; I found it, barely visible under the bed (half of it was sticking out from under it). So I bent down to get it… when all of the sudden, once again… I saw them. There they were… the diapers.

 

My backpack was only inches from the bag of diapers… it was torn open, and there for a few diapers still left… they were folded, and still in the original position. I gazed at them, and my backpack…

 

I was tempted. I was definitely tempted. I looked at them… and my backpack once more, contemplating taking one or two… or even three. I felt my inner feelings telling me yes… that it was okay. But then, my conscious told me no. It told me it wasn’t right to like diapers and worse yet, it wasn’t right to steal them from my friends.

 

But my heart took over, and without looking, I ripped a few out of the bag, and slipped them into my backpack…

 

“They’re not going to use them… they’ll use them for dares… I need them…” I thought.

 

---

 

It was a long ride home… not literally of course. It was only a few minutes, as always. But because of my eagerness and impatience, and nervousness too, it seemed like it was hours. And I had every right to be all of those things. Eager, because I couldn’t wait to get myself into a diaper again… Impatient, because I didn’t want to wait, and nervous… because I didn’t know if I was going to want to kill myself in disgust the next day. Not to mention the fact I had a back pack with diapers in it, only inches away from my mom… but it couldn’t have been any worse than last week, when I had one on.

 

But in time, we of course, arrived. We walked inside, and then split directions. She went to her room, I went to mine… and I tossed the back pack on my bed. I stretched a bit, and of course locked the door. I then unzipped the zipper on my backpack… and then eagerly pulled one of the diapers out. I gazed at it with a bit of a smirk, and then opened unfolded it gently, while laying myself down. I took my pants off and my boxers too, and slipped the diaper under my butt. I then pulled the top over and the tapes on… same old deal.

 

“Man… this feels weird” I began to think to myself.

 

“Here I am, in the middle of my bed in a diaper, and actually enjoying it… and enjoying enjoying it.” I thought.

 

It was only a few minutes of me watching my TV, in that crinkling, soft, warm diaper that I began to feel a bit… raunchy. I felt an erection beginning to grow… and soon enough, it was enough to get my attention away from the TV…

 

It felt strange at first, to sneak my hand through a diaper to get to my goods… but soon enough, I enjoyed it a lot. I was kind of handling myself by sticking my hand down the diaper from the top… and it felt good, but it felt too awkward. I pulled my hand out, but not ready to stop. I could have taken the diaper off to continue, but the thing was I didn’t want to. The feeling of the diaper, and everything about it… it really made me feel good. I thought for a moment, for a way to go about doing this with a diaper on… and then it occurred to me. I touched my erection from outside the diaper, and began to move my hand hard against it, up and down. Then I thought of something else. I built some spit up in my mouth, until I had “enough”. I opened up the top of my diaper, and spit on my hand, and stuck my hand and gripped my erection, lubing it up with my spit (kind of wincing a bit at the way it felt). I put the top back on and then back to rub the outside of the diaper with my now-lubricated erection.

 

I kind of moaned because at first, it felt a bit weird, but man… quick enough, it felt real good. The sound of the diaper crinkling definitely heightened the situation all the more, and the feelings alone of the diaper kind of made me feel real good. It was an incredible experience, honestly. The inside of the diaper was slick from my spit, and it was just really awesome feeling rubbing against my erection. I began to moan a bit as I felt the diaper working its magic for me… and soon enough, it all came to its glorious, epic, and somewhat sticky end…

 

I was perspiring a bit. I felt my body beginning to quickly relax as everything was settling down… I let one final grunt as I just relaxed. I was feeling tired now… REAL tired. With this “aftershock” of letting all of that go… and no need for a cleanup, since everything was in my diaper… I kind of… I kind of slowly began to just… doze off, asleep.

 

---

 

“Now Aden… listen to mommy”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Be a good boy, and…”

 

“…okay mommy”

 

“…what!?”

 

“You wanna be a big boy?”

 

“Yeah mommy!”

 

“What’s going on!?”

 

I opened my eyes and saw myself, standing there in front of my mom. I was standing there, in my room… it was my colorful, bright room. I had colors all over the place, on the walls, all over the furniture…

 

“You wanna be a big boy?” my mom said to me.

 

“Uh huh” I said. I felt so, so happy, and cheerful. I was so eager!

 

“What’s this?” I thought, though.

 

I turned my head and saw my crib… and my changing table. There were baby things all over the place… pacifiers, bottles, diapers, just random paraphernalia.

 

“I want to be a big boy” I said.

 

“Well then we need to get you out of those diapers” she said to me.

 

“But I don’t want to…” I said.

 

“Do you want to be a big boy?” she asked once again.

 

“Yeah…” I said happily… I felt… infantile.

 

“What is this?” I thought, once more. It was like I was like I was watching a movie, through the character’s eyes. I couldn’t stop myself from talking, but I could think freely.

 

“Then we need to get you out of those baby diapers and put you into big boy underwear!” she said gleefully.

 

“But I don’t wanna…” I said again…

 

“Now Aden… you have to go into big boy pants sometime…” she said to me.

 

“Nah… I can wear my diapees forever!” I said.

 

And she looked at me, and suddenly, I stood up in front of her. I stood up, over her. She was kneeling down, looking up at me… I looked over at a mirror, and saw myself… but I wasn’t myself. I was a baby. I had baby’s face, and I had a pacifier in my mouth. I looked at it…

 

“I want to grow up” I said, in a mature voice, looking at her. This time, though… I had control.

 

Then I looked over at the mirror again… This time, I was me. I was Aden. I was a teenager again.

 

“Then grow up” she said… “Get out of those diapers” she said.

 

“What diapers?” I asked.

 

She pointed… and then I looked down… and there I was, standing in a diaper, in front of my mom.

 

“Grow up, Aden” she said.

 

“Get out of your diapers… be a big boy” she said to me.

 

“But I don’t want to…” I said to her.

 

“I want my diapers…” I said.

 

“Oh Aden…” she said.

 

“Mom” I said.

 

“Please don’t make me grow up” I begged.

 

“But you have to” she said.

 

I felt tears beginning to swell up in my eyes.

 

“I don’t want to… I want to be in diapers again mom” I said.

 

“But your not a baby… and babies wear diapers” she said.

 

She picked me up, since she was now larger than I. I slowly cried as I was carried out of my room... and into the bathroom. She laid me down, softly, and took off my diaper.

 

Aden, you’re not a baby” she assured.

 

I was crying now, tears were just falling from my face.

 

“That’s better… big boys wear big boys underwear” she said.

 

I looked down, and instead of wearing my diaper… I was suddenly wearing underwear. I panicked, and suddenly started flailing wildly.

 

“Mom! Give me back my diaper! I don’t want to grow up!!!” I screamed.

 

---

 

Suddenly I jumped up. It was dark now, and I was panting. I rushed around, and eventually was up on my feet. I turned on the light, which illuminated my room all of the sudden. I realized that I had only been dreaming suddenly… and right then and there… the dream was still stuck in my head… so I suddenly just fell onto the ground in tears.

 

Tears were flying from my eyes in a quiet cry…

 

“What the hell is wrong with me?” I thought.

 

“Why… WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?” I screamed in my head.

 

“Why do I want these diapers SO MUCH!?” I shouted in my head, once more.

 

“WHY!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? WHY AM I A FREAK!?” I screamed in my head. I continued to cry, holding myself in the praying position, with my head resting on the edge of my bed.

 

I looked down, and I could see my diaper still on… and it only made me cry more.

 

“I need help… I’m the only kid in the world who wants to wear a diaper…” I thought.

 

---

 

I sniffed a bit… it had been a few more minutes before I was done crying. I was still dropping a few tears occasionally… something about the dream had hit a nerve. I sobbed a few times… and then crawled back into bed.

 

“I can’t tell anyone this” I said to myself.

 

“I can’t tell anyone that I am this way…” I thought.

 

“I’m the only kid in the whole world who wants to wear diapers…” I thought once more.

 

I looked around my room from my bed… feeling so self-conscious.

 

“What IS wrong with me?” I thought once I had a clearer mind.

 

There was my TV… my book shelf… my computer… my door…

 

Then it hit me. I looked back over at the computer… and thought about the internet. I hopped out of the bed, and moved over to the computer. I plopped down in the chair, hit the power button, and the monitor power button, too.

 

“I could kind of see what my problem is… I love diapers… but I feel horrible for it.” I thought.

 

Once the computer was all started up, I double clicked my browser… and up came my homepage. I went to my preferred search engine, and thought for a minute about what to type.

 

“Like to hate things” I typed in.

 

There were quite a few results… but none of them were what I wanted, at all. I looked at what I typed in, and felt stupid for typing it in…

 

So I typed in a new thing… and another thing… and one more. Becoming more and more specific, but never really typing in what I was thinking. But finally… after a little bit… I typed in something… something that came to mind.

 

After all that trying to somewhat diagnose my problem… I just blurted out the next thing. I realized that maybe I wasn’t being specific enough… so I typed in…

 

“Kids who love diapers”

 

And suddenly, the entire search engine’s first page of results, since that was all I looked at that day… was filled with results that I never thought of would be there. For the first result, which was the one I clicked on after catching my breath from this kind of ‘revelation’… it said

 

“Teens Who Love Diapers”

 

I clicked on it, and within that website… I began to discover things I wouldn’t have ever thought possible. Because within that site, I read of a huge community, who called themselves “Teen Babies, and Diaper Lovers”

 

 

“Chapter Nine, The Confirmed Diaper-Lover”

 

 

“This was one of the most incredible things I have ever discovered” I thought.

 

I mean… there I was, sitting on the computer, at 2AM after a mere 5 hours of sleep total in past day. And I was looking at something that I still could not believe. I read and read all that I could. This website, after some heavy looking… it featured a “what-is” section, explaining what these “teen babies and diaper-lovers” were, exactly. The explanation made me gasp in astonishment.

 

“A Diaper Lover is exactly what the name implies. A DL, for short, is one who wishes to wear diapers for emotional fulfillment, and/or a fetish. Many diaper lovers get this need or want around the age of puberty, but feelings can be present, and presented, at anytime during their life.”

 

I couldn’t believe my eyes, still. Diaper-Lovers!? There were others like me!? There were OTHER PEOPLE like me!? This was quite honestly the most incredible thing, to me. I mean… for the past two weeks I’ve been struggling on the inside, feeling so damn horrible for this weird thing I have… when there really are other people like me.

 

I didn’t feel alone anymore. I didn’t feel like an outcast anymore. I didn’t feel… guilty… anymore. I continued to read more, and more. There was another kind of people that went along with these “diaper-lovers”, too.

 

“An Adult Baby is what the name implies, also. An AB, or TB (short for Teen Baby), for short, is one whom uses baby’s things and usually wishes to be regressed to a younger age, most likely the age of a baby, and often role-play. Role-playing can consist of using babies’ things, like pacifiers, diapers, baby bottles, bibs, bonnets, baby’s toys, etc. Another big part in the regression is the part of the caretaker, where they role-play as either a mother or a father, to take care of the baby

 

See also, infantilism (the advanced term for acting like a baby), and infantilist (the advanced term for one who performs infantilism).”

 

This was remarkable. There was a community of people who actually like to act like a baby, on top of people who love to wear diapers! A big, huge smile slowly crept over my face as I continued to read about people who think are just like me.

 

This website, it also featured a forum. There, hundreds of people, talking back and forth to each other about diapers. I was ecstatic to get in there, and get to know people… and find out more about “AB/DLs”… and about myself.

 

But right before I hit the register button, on that webpage… I stopped myself.

 

“Wait” I thought.

 

“Maybe… maybe I should just look at these people… kind of absorb. I’m moving too fast…” I thought.

 

So I clicked the register button… and made my username… and my password… and there I was, registered on a forum, for people who love diapers, just like me.

 

I spent that whole night, reading other people’s posts about their experiences with diapers, and baby’s things, too. And before I knew it, it was 5 in the morning. The sun was slowly coming up, but as little as I wanted to… I had to go to bed.

 

I yawned heavily and carried myself over to the bed… my head was filled with thoughts of diapers. I feel like I’m saying it a few times too many… but for once, I was laying there, thinking of diapers… and not feeling alone anymore. I felt like I had a place… I felt like I had a group of people that I could call friends, not that Brian, Seth, or Daniel weren’t. It was just quite possibly the most comfortable thing to have on your conscious at night, knowing that there is someone out there that shares your interests… and to have an entire community of people that does…

 

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“Hey there Aden

 

“Hi mommy!” I said contently.

 

“You wanna come out of your cwib?” she said, talking babyish to me… I chuckled.

 

“Uh huh!” I said, nodding my head vigorously.

 

She giggled, reached in, and pulled me out of my crib, and gently placed me on me on the floor… on the soft, colorful rug.

 

“Stand still Aden, for a second, okay?” she said with a giggle. I complied.

 

She took her index finger, and took her shirt, and wrapped the shirt around her finger, and pulled on it… in the motion where you want to really dry it off. I knew what she was doing; she’s done it to me a bunch of times… Next she took her dry finger, and stuck it down the front of my diaper…

 

“Hmm… you’re dry again!” she said.

 

“You’re getting big!” she said.

 

She thought for a moment, handed me some toys, and left the room for a moment…

 

---

 

I don’t know how long it had been, but in a few moments, she came back in with a big smile.

 

“Now Aden, listen to mommy” she said.

 

“Be a good boy, and… come sit down here” she said, sitting down on the floor.

 

“…okay mommy” I said, waddling over to her.

 

“You want to be a big boy?”

 

“Yeah mommy!” I said with enthusiasm.

 

I kind of looked around my surroundings, out of curiosity and saw myself, standing there in front of my mom. I was standing there; in my room… it was my colorful, bright room. I had colors all over the place, on the walls, all over the furniture…

 

“You want to be a big boy?” my mom said to me, once more.

 

“Uh huh” I said vigorously.

 

I turned my head and saw my crib… and my changing table. There were baby things all over the place… pacifiers, bottles, diapers, and just random paraphernalia.

 

“I want to be a big boy” I said.

 

“Well then we need to get you out of those diapers” she said to me.

 

“But I don’t want to…” I said.

 

“Do you want to be a big boy?” she asked once again.

 

“Yeah…” I said happily…

 

“Then we need to get you out of those baby diapers and put you into big boy underwear!” she said gleefully.

 

“But I don’t wanna…” I said again…

 

“Now Aden… you have to go into big boy pants sometime…” she said to me.

 

“Nah… I can wear my diapees forever!” I said.

 

She giggled, but put her hands on my small shoulders…

 

Aden… you’re getting too old for diapers! You’re becoming a big boy, and you don’t need your diapers anymore! You have to use the potty now” she said.

 

“But I don’t wanna use the potty” I said.

 

“How come?” she asked.

 

“I dunno…” I said.

 

She giggled once more…

 

“C’mon…” she said, picking me up, and carrying me out of the room…

 

---

 

Suddenly, right there, I woke up… but not from my dream. Something had woken me up, because I was wide awake… not slowly opening my eyes. I didn’t know what it was though. But my mind knew something had woken me up…

 

*knock* *knock* *knock* I heard, on the door.

 

“uh… hello?” I asked, sighing with relief… something in my head was panicking from just waking up like that.

 

“Are you up?” I heard my mom say from behind the door.

 

I kind of sighed into my pillow…

 

“…yeah…” I moaned.

 

“Okay, just checking” she said…

 

I slowly let out a soft sigh…

 

“Well, come into the kitchen. I’ll make you some lunch” she said.

 

“I’ll be right there” I said.

 

I moaned again, and sat up on the side of the bed. My room was bright now: the sun had risen considerably. It looked to be about noon… but I double checked by looking on the clock on my computer. I was right; it was “12:23”.

 

I slowly made my way out of my room after that, and kind of hovered down the hall, and into the kitchen. My mom was standing in front of the windows, which made it difficult to see her. My eyes were unadjusted to the light, so all I could see was my mom’s silhouette.

 

“Here, I’ll make you a sandwich” she said, pulling a chair out.

 

I sat down in the chair, and just awaited my meal.

 

“So we didn’t get to talk at all about your night last night with your new friends” she said.

 

“Well… not much happened… I just played videogames. Brian and I talked a bit after everyone was asleep… but yeah, that’s about it…” I said.

 

“Oh. Well, as long as you had a good time” she said.

 

“I did” I assured.

 

“Good… here’s your sandwich” she said, putting a plate in front of me. It of course had a sandwich, which had my preferred stuff in it… ham, cheese, and brown mustard.

 

“Thanks” I said.

 

“Here have some milk, too” she said, giving me a glass of milk.

 

“Thanks” I said again.

 

She and I continued to talk, which was honestly for the first time in a long while. And it was good, for a long while. But the after about an hour, we kind of split our ways again, and I went up to room, and she went to hers, to continue paperwork and unpacking.

 

---

 

When I finally made it back to my room… I immediately when back to my computer, digging through the website I was on last night. I continued reading peoples’ posts, just looking at what most of these ‘teen babies, and diaper-lovers’ talked about.

 

But, at one point, I noticed a few posts that were enticing… that kind of got me in the mood to do the same. Introductory posts, about a few of these people introducing themselves, new to the forums.

 

I thought about it… and then figured what the hell. I clicked the ‘new topic’ button, and began to type about myself. I began to remember things that other people had posted about themselves… usually age, location, and something interesting about themselves. I typed it all out, and in the end, it looked like this:

 

“Hi, my name is Aden… I am 14. I just recently realized that there were other people that were like me, when I discovered this forum. I haven’t been a diaper-lover for very long… about two weeks to be specific. It might sound strange, but I put a diaper on as a dare from my friends… and since then I have been kind of dealing with these weird feelings. I looked up on the internet about why I would love diapers… and I found out about TB/DLs.

 

I hope to make a few friends that share my same interests… so if any of you want to talk to me, please e-mail or instant message me… my contact stuff is below. Thanks everyone J

 

That was basically it. I was nervous to click the ‘post topic’ button, but eventually I did. After I saw that my post was on there… I was eager to continue looking at more posts and read more about what people like me do… but suddenly, I heard the phone ring, and eventually, my mom called for me to pick it up.

 

---

 

“Hello?” I asked, completely not sure who it was.

 

“Hey” I heard… it was Seth.

 

“Oh, hey.” I said.

 

“Not much man… I was just curious if you wanted to come over. We should hang out” I heard him invite.

 

I thought about it for a moment…

 

“Sure, alright” I said.

 

“Cool, you remember my address, right?” he asked.

 

13 Eikram Street?” I asked.

 

“Yup. You know how to get here, right?” I was asked.

 

‘Well… honestly no.” I said. I heard him chuckle a bit…

 

I let him explain to me the directions… he was within walking distance, and it was only a few streets over. After he did, I thanked him, and told him I’d be over in a couple, and I hung up the phone.

 

As I was getting dressed though… before I put on my boxers and my pants, I was just kind of standing there naked… I reached down to get my pants, and it was there that I thought of it.

 

“…what if I wore a diaper today?” I wondered.

 

“People seem to do it a lot, on the forums… I should, too…” I thought.

 

I pondered about it for a few moments… and then decided to.

 

“It’ll be a bit of an experiment…” I thought.

 

I took a diaper from my hiding spot, and laid myself down on the bed. I put a diaper on, thinking and feeling like I was doing a daring mission. I felt like I was kind of living on the edge as I taped it up, and finally, put my boxers and pants on over it.

 

---

 

I was walking down the street, making sure to follow the instructions Seth had given me a few minutes ago. Half of my mind, however, wasn’t focused on making sure I got to my target destination. Half of my mind (the dominant half), was thinking about the diaper I had on, right now, in the public.

 

“This is kind of COOL” I thought with a smile as I walked down the road.

 

I mean, it really was an exhilarating experience, to be walking down the street in a DIAPER, and have no one know. I walked by a few people, and I was nervous at first… but no one really noticed at all! I was walking in the public, with a diaper… and only I knew that.

 

“Hmmm… 13 Eikram Street…” I remembered, as I walked to an intersection Seth said I would come to. I saw the street sign, and began walking down the road that the sign said Eikram was.

 

It was a real nice street; that was for sure. All level yards, nice and shady from the trees in everyone’s yards… Real, real nice suburban road. The whole neighborhood was like it, but this was one of the exceptionally nicer roads. The houses all seemed to have that upper class feel. There was a definite sense of wealth in the area. It was almost intimidating.

 

I came up to what said to be number 13 on the street. It was a large red brick house, and was like two levels high. I felt actually really welcome by looking at it. It was so clean… so I walked up to the porch (with a bit of a crinkle from the diaper), and rung the doorbell.

 

And soon enough, I saw Seth open the door, and stand before me.

 

“Hey Aden” he said with a smile.

 

“Hey Seth” I said.

 

“Come on in man, I’ll show you around” he said to me.

 

---

 

He showed me around his house, which was as nice inside as it looked outside, and we were now sitting in his room.

 

“So what do you want to do?” he asked me as laid back onto his bed.

 

“I don’t know, what is there to do?” I asked.

 

He contemplated for a bit (I could tell from the look of thought on his face).

 

“Well, it’s sunny…” he said.

 

“Yeah?” I replied.

 

“So it’s a nice day. We could take advantage of this… or stay inside and play games” he said.

 

He and I looked at each other at that point, and almost simultaneously said “games.”

 

---

 

He and I were chatting, and having a really good time as we both played on his Playstation 2. But in time, I had to go to the bathroom.

 

“Hey man, I’ve got to use your bathroom” I said, as I felt the need to pee.

 

“Oh, okay. You remember where it is?” he asked, since he had given me the tour earlier.

 

“Yeah” I said.

 

I walked out of his room, and walked through his house, and into the bathroom. I shut the door, and then pulled down my pants, standing in front of the toilet.

 

But I was quick to remember something that I hadn’t thought of before. I was still wearing the diaper.

 

“I’ll just take this off” I thought.

 

But then I remembered how loud the tapes were when they were taken off. And then I thought about what if the tapes didn’t go back on… then I’d be trapped with a diaper that I couldn’t hide by putting it on.

 

“Damn it” I thought.

 

The need to pee was growing at every moment, until it was very apparent that I urgently had to go.

 

I looked down at my diaper, and knew it was I had to do. I thought of what some of the people on the forum were talking about, when they too were wetting their diapers (which was apparently a very common thing).

 

I looked around and knew there was no other way. I didn’t want to, but I had to… to pee in my diaper.

 

“Okay Aden” I thought to myself.

 

“Remember what everyone else was saying on that forum… relax, and keep calm” I thought to myself.

 

I looked over the toilet, put both of my arms on the top, and leaned on it, and shut my eyes… imagining I was trying to pee in a toilet, like normal. I was relaxing my muscles, but there was nothing coming out. I simply knew it all too well that I was going to practically wet my pants, and something in my head was simply not letting it go yet.

 

I tried to push it out there, with all of my might… but no success. It was after a few minutes that I kind of got into the moment of things.

 

“Come on Aden… relax” I thought to myself.

 

I began to control my breathing, closed my eyes, still imaging I was peeing into a toilet, like normal.

 

I kind of got myself into a peaceful state of mind, trying to assure my mind that it was okay. And then, finally, after the effort. I felt a bit of pee come out. Adrenaline rush.

 

“Come on” I thought.

 

I relaxed and tried to control myself as much as I could. And it worked. After some more relaxation, I felt the spurt of pee, slowly transition into a steady stream of pee, until finally it was automatic. I could take my mind off of trying to pee and finally enjoy my accomplishment. And it was definitely, enjoyable.

 

I kind of moaned a bit at the sensation of my pee going into my diaper. It was, absolutely, one of the best feelings I had ever felt. It was such a warm sensation… like a glow that went in front of my penis, and kind of grew around everything. It went on my pubic area, and went and soaked below my balls… all a warm glow. Then after I was done, finally… I was left to the strange feeling of a squishy, warm diaper. I grew an erection automatically from the adrenaline rush, and the feelings of everything come together.

 

I was now standing, in my squishy, warm diaper, with an erection… and left off feeling rather raunchy. And as much as I wanted to, I wasn’t going to, not here. Not now. I kind of forced myself not to begin to, so I quickly flushed the toilet to make it sound like I had done something there, I picked up my pants, buttoned and zipped them, and left the bathroom… a now “confirmed diaper lover”.

 

---

 

It was weird to walk back into the room, with a wet diaper on. The diaper kind of inflated a little bit (a noticeable bit).

 

But I dealt with it, and walked into Seth’s room, and sat down, which was weird too. But I liked it. No, in time, I loved it. The wet diaper… it was… it was really, really nice feeling. I had to wear it the remainder of the day, of course. I was only at Seth’s house for about an hour or two… but eventually, I left. I walked back to my house, now somewhat adjusted to the feeling of the wet squishy diaper.

 

---

 

I let out a final sigh, and a bit of a grunt, trying to be as quiet as possible as I was lying on my bed… I held the front of my wet diaper in my hand, and was pressing it against my erection. I had just finished up.

 

I laid there in the post-orgasmic feeling, as my body kind of laid in shock. I was lying in deep thought, thinking what could drive me to masturbate in a wet diaper, and enjoy it more (way more) than when I did normally. It wasn’t the guilt coming in, it was just curiosity.

 

As I thought, I couldn’t reach any conclusion. I laid there a bit, letting my body kind of revive from the numbness that covered me. And then, I sat up, and went over to my computer.

 

First thing first, was of course, to check my e-mail. I logged in, and to my surprise… someone had e-mailed me, from the forum I visit often. I eagerly opened the e-mail.

 

“Hi I’m from TWLD, I love diapers too. I’m kind of new to this whole thing, too… So it’d be real cool if you and I could talk. So if you feel like it, please add me, okay?”

 

Then, at the bottom of their e-mail, they had their AIM name.

 

I leaned back in my chair and, I kind of felt touched that someone e-mailed me and wanted to talk to me. I felt very eager to add this person… so I rather impatiently added their screen name.

 

And from there, I saw their name pop up in my buddy list. But to my dismay, it said they were marked away and were idle. I looked at the name, just kind of wishing they would come back. But then I came to my senses… and knew they had a life, like me, too. So I closed my buddy list, but kept my AIM up… and just kind of leaned back.

 

I felt accomplished. I felt as though I had climbed a mountain. To think, someone just like me… to have a full conversation with them… is so close. I felt like I had conquered a mountain… I mean, I didn’t feel as though I had literally accomplished anything. It was a strange feeling; I couldn’t describe it if I seriously tried.

 

 

“Chapter Ten, Spring Outro”

 

 

I yawned a bit… I was growing tired quickly. The sun was beginning to set, and the temperature was beginning to cool a bit. I had spent my time since adding that kid, just browsing other websites that had people who liked diapers. I was incredibly enticed by one particular one… other than TWLD. It was website, and yes, it was themed with diapers.

 

But, this one had a different kind of purpose. It didn’t have a forum, but the one thing it did have was a lot, A LOT of stories. Stories, all revolving around diapers, teen babies, and various topics those TB/DLs mainly talked about.

 

I had spent a decent chunk of time reading some stories that were featured on this website. Some were really good… others weren’t. Some were short, some were long. Of course… I didn’t really mind. I felt good to know there were others like me.

 

And it was at this point in time, when I thought…

 

“Hmmm… maybe… maybe I should make a story!”

 

It was a thought… So I cracked my fingers. I looked around, just out of habit. And then, I clicked open Notepad. I was staring at the empty, black digital page that I thought would soon be filled with words. But I was drawing up blank, and suddenly, right then and there, when I was contemplating for a short story…

 

“Hello?” popped up in front of me. It was the kid IMing me!

 

I quickly launched forward and typed back

 

“Hey” I said.

 

“Hey” they typed back.

 

“What’s up?” I asked.

 

“nm, you?” they typed back. I was assuming ‘nm’ meant ‘Nothing much’

 

“Same. Tired, but awake.” I stated.

 

“So I assume you’re the one I emailed…” they said.

 

“Yes” I confirmed.

 

“Cool… so are you alone?” they asked.

 

I felt a bit uncomfortable stating I was alone… but I confirmed.

 

“Yeah… why?” I asked, curious.

 

“So we could talk about diaper stuff” he said.

 

“Oh” I said, feeling a bit silly.

 

“So you like them?” they asked me.

 

“Yes, very” I replied.

 

“Cool me to” they said.

 

There was a bit of silence...

 

“So A/S/L?” they asked.

 

Now, I may not be the most net-familiar person in the world, but I did know what that meant…

 

“14/M/USA” I typed back.

 

“Wow, same… ” they typed back.

 

“Cool” I typed back.

 

“Are you a TB or DL?” he asked me.

 

“Hmmm… I never really thought about that” I thought…

 

“I don’t know. I am a DL right now, but I never thought about trying to be a TB. What are you?” I said.

 

“I’m a TB” they said.

 

“Oh! That’s cool. I assume you still love diapers though?” I asked.

 

“Yup, of course” he replied.

 

“So have you gotten any diapers??” they asked.

 

“Yeah, I have only one left though…” I replied.

 

“Oh, did you buy them?” they asked me.

 

“No, I kind of took some of my friend” I said.

 

“Your friend??” they asked again.

 

“Yeah” I confirmed.

 

“Is he a TB/DL?” they asked.

 

“No, we were doing dares with them. They had a whole pack” I said.

 

“Oh… and you say they ain’t into diapers like us?” he said.

 

“Yeah… well…” I said.

 

Suddenly it hit me… what if… what if Brian was one too?

 

“I don’t know honestly. I never thought about it” I said.

 

“Oh. Well, I mean… its none of my business and I might be wrong but its just weird for a kid to be using diapers for dares and not be into them…” he said.

 

“Maybe that’s just my diaper-sense talking to me though… but yeah” they continued.

 

I felt a bit dumb, for never thinking about it before. I mean, now that I really gave it some consideration… it IS rather strange…

 

“So do your parents know?” they asked me.

 

“No, my mom doesn’t know…” I said.

 

“Oh. My mom and dad don’t know either” they replied.

 

From there, we continued to have a conversation, not only about diapers, but about other things too. But in time, I realized that it was Sunday night. I was tired, and I had school in the morning.

 

“Hey man” I said.

 

“Yeah?” he replied.

 

It had been about two hours of us chatting…

 

“I’m tired… and I have school tomorrow. So I need to go to bed” I said.

 

“Okay… its nearing my bed time, too, anyway” they replied.

 

“Okay… well… I’ll talk to you tomorrow after school or something, okay?” I said.

 

“Alright. See you then” they finished.

 

Then after that, we both said our goodbyes and they logged off, leaving me alone once again, in the dark room… the only light was emitted from my monitor.

 

I stood up, stretched and cracked some bones and joints… and then kind of fell forward onto my bed, lying there, still fully dressed. I was completely worn out, one hundred and ten percent. I guess having about ten hours of sleep in the last three days practically, would do that.

 

So as I was laying there… thinking about how glad I was to finally have someone to talk to about diapers, and beginning to question Brian’s place as a normal kid or a diaper-lover… I felt myself drift off. And of course, in time, I fell softly asleep in the darkness.

 

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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. That was the annoying sound I woke up to, as my alarm clock whined loudly, knocking me from my slumber, and into reality.

 

I, without opening my eyes, reached over and hit my alarm clock off, kind of from being so used to it. Once the beeping stopped, I kind of kept my eyes shut, as I slowly drifted into reality.

 

As I was slowly waking up, I still was drowning in some strange thoughts. I had that dream again… that same recurring dream, where I am the age of an infant, talking to my mom, in my nursery, in my old house. It was stranger this time around, of course, like the dream had the tendency to do…

 

It was more clear… more elaborate. Unfortunately though… the sun that was rising slowly signaled that it was time for me to get up and get ready for school, and not lay and contemplate. I forced myself to rise from my bed, and begin to get dressed.

 

I turned on my ceiling light, got some pants, a shirt, socks and shoes, a backpack and supplies. Yawning, I lazily put all of them on. It was about ten minutes for me, since I move pretty slowly when I am supposed to do something shortly after waking up.

 

But it was during the few minutes of me getting dressed that I looked down, and saw two diapers, both used in their own way.

 

“Hmmm…” I thought.

 

One was wet with urine… the other was a bit sticky.

 

“That pee’d in one will be a problem… and I need to take care of this now” I thought.

 

So I walked out of my room, and into the kitchen. It was only me, my mom was still asleep. I got my cereal bowl, cereal, milk, spoon, and set them all on the table. Then, I went under the sink, and got a trash bag out.

 

“There” I thought, as I held the answer to my current problem in my hands.

 

I cleaned the diapers up, and of course disposed of the garbage bag into the trash can quickly. This gave me a bit of less time to eat and get my stuff together, but I managed. The sun had completely risen by the time I left, like it normally did. I walked to my bus stop, and like any other day, the bus came by, and took me to the first day of the last week of school before the beginning of my summer vacation.

 

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“Hey Aden” I heard from Brian as I was walking to lunch. People flooded the halls and it was a wonder how Brian continues to find me each time…

 

“Hey” I said, suddenly remembering everything from the conversation my friend online and I had yesterday… about the possibility of Brian being a lover of diapers.

 

I continued to ponder that on the inside, but act completely normal on the outside as I talked with him. But eventually, the curiosity began to kill me… because the thoughts of having a kid just like me, in PERSON… seemed surreal.

 

“So did you have a good time last sleep over?” Brian asked me, as I was buying my lunch.

 

“Yeah man, the whole night was awesome” I said honestly.

 

He and I kind of remembered everything for a moment… the whole diapered dares and stuff kind of flashed back to me, making me question Brian’s alignment as a normal kid or a TB/DL…

 

We sat down, at the table Seth and Brian always sat at supposedly. Seth was sitting there already… he and I made a friendly gesture to each other as we kind of got closer, as I walked towards the table.

 

I sat down, as did Brian. And all three of us kind of had a good, friendly conversation… as much as I wanted to ask Brian about being a diaper-lover. I, however… was biting my tongue, since Seth was here. But, however… to my luck…

 

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom” Seth said.

 

“Alright” Brian and I said, as Seth rose from his seat, and out of the cafeteria. I knew this was time to make my move… but I wasn’t going to go all out.

 

“Brian… I have a question for you” I said.

 

“Yeah?” he responded.

 

“Well… you know how… well… you know how there were diapers at your house, in yours and Daniel’s room… and you say you do just dares with them…” I slowly said, making sure to keep the whole sentence under my breath, so no one around could hear it.

 

“…yeah…” Brian said, somewhat unsure of what it all was about… my asking I mean.

 

“Well… do you really… do just dares with them?” I asked.

 

“…what are you saying?” he asked.

 

“Well, I mean… do you do more with them than just dares?” I asked, pretty much rewording my previous question.

 

“I don’t really understand… you asking if I wear them because I need to or something.” Brian asked.

 

“No, no… I mean like… you seem to have a good time with them, when we were wearing them at your sleep over you seemed… I don’t know… you just seem pretty overzealous about wearing them and stuff. I was just wondering if you liked to wear them” I said, pretty much getting the cat out of the bag.

 

Brian stared at me for a bit, blankly… but at the same time, you could tell there was some thought going on in that head of his. He looked a bit puzzled…

 

“Nope… I only bought them for you to wear at the sleepover, the first night you came over.” He said…

 

I felt pretty disappointed. It felt as though my dream of having a best friend, and diaper buddy were shattered. Sure, I could still do dares with him… but it wasn’t the same.

 

“Oh… okay” I said.

 

“Why? Do… YOU have fun with them more than just doing the dares?” he asked, counter-questioning my original question.

 

“No!” I said, almost immediately. I responded so fast, I don’t even think he closed his jaw after saying “dares”. I felt silly for doing it so quickly… but it was automatic.

 

He looked at me for a bit…

 

“Okay” he said, understandably.

 

But as I looked at him… he too seemed to have just a small, just the tiniest bit… of disappointment, too. It was either in my head, or it was real. I couldn’t tell… But before I could make further examination… I saw Seth coming back.

 

When he sat down… Brian and I completely ignored the conversation, and acted as though it never existed.

 

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And that’s how it was. I was alone. Yes, I was alone. This came to me like a ton of bricks… I was the only kid in the entire school, most likely, that liked diapers the way I do. Wait, not just this school, either. I might have been the only kid in the whole city who liked diapers. I was completely alone… again.

 

It was a different kind of loneliness that I was now experiencing. This is what I was thinking about as I was on the bus ride home, back to my house. The school day was over finally, and this was the first time I could really think.

 

Sure, I had a friend online who I planned to talk to soon. And there is a whole community of adult babies, teen babies, and diaper-lovers of all ages that were kind of, in a sense, there with open arms for me, and that was damn great to know.

 

But Brian said he wasn’t into diapers… this is what he said. But something deep down inside me told me he was lying. But I was definitely not going to ask him again about it. I didn’t want to put myself out into the open any more than I already have to him.

 

He was a friend, and a great one. So was Seth. They were the two best friends I could’ve ever had the fortune to meet in a new town like this. But they weren’t diaper-lovers… which was still a bit of a disappointment. But I didn’t cry about it, since it wasn’t exactly a surprise.

 

All I could do to possibly see if Brian really was one, was check for signs. But considering how I’m new to the whole thing… I didn’t know what to look for.

 

“Fuck it” I thought.

 

I still had a week of school left at that time. I was going to just ride it out from there… I was going to get through the final week of school, before I did anything new with myself as a TB/DL.

 

After all… I was a new diaper-lover in the whole community. I needed to… take a break from diapers.

 

So I did. That week, I did nothing with the final diaper I had in my possession still. It simply sat alone, in the darkness of my hiding spot. There was something motivating that came over me that week. I felt obligated to take a break, until Friday, which was my last day. And I did, like I said.

 

On that last day of school, though… I knew my break was over. I knew that school had ended, and now, I had nothing to worry about but my friends, my life, and my diapers… for three months, it was up to me to take things into my own hands.

 

As that school day ended, and summer vacation officially began… I starred at the sun set, from my bedroom window. I had that last diaper in hand… and thought everything that awaited me.

 

Summers were meant for change… and I felt change coming. I felt a lot of change waiting for me in the months ahead.

 

“Damn… this is going to be one hell of a summer” I thought.

 

 

 

The story continues in ‘Aden’s Alteration’, out now.

Story written by Baby Jake ([email protected])