The Break It was the mid evening when I knocked on Derrick’s door. Waiting in the unusual silence of the forth floor hallway I lost myself for a moment in memories of drunken parties between these rooms in weeks past, the hall alive with spirit and noise. Out of the two hundred or so residents of our building I counted only a mere handful by the end of the dinner hour, most having already left for their March break. It’d be quiet again this year, I thought as Derrick’s door slowly crept open. “Hey,” he uttered as he peered though the narrow opening, “what’s up?” “Not too much,” I replied as he let me in, “most of my kids are gone so it’s pretty quiet. I was thinking of spending the night watching movies or something, what about you?” “We could do that.” he said, returning to his seat on his bed as I stared at the paused screen of his TV. “I was just at the intro of 300, why don’t you get changed and join me?” “Changed?...” I asked as I finally shifted my attention from the picture back to him. Derrick wasn’t wearing any pants, something I hadn’t noticed in the darkness as he’d let me into his room. He’d been out of my field of vision since I’d entered so I guess I never noticed him in nothing but a loose black t-shirt and a diaper. It was curious, as I’d known him for almost two years now and never had I seen him partake, I never thought he’d have an interest in it. Standing a bit dumbfounded I tried to keep my response calm as I searched my mind for some obvious sounding questions to be asking. “Hunh…” I managed after a moment of him staring me down. “It’s okay John, you can drop it.” he instructed me. “Drop what?” I questioned, pretty sure of what I’d suspected. “I know you like ‘em too, you don’t have to pretend. You can go back to your room and get changed first if you want to, I’m fine with waiting.” “Uhh…okay then,” I answered with a sigh of relief, “I’ll do that. You’ll have to tell me how you figured that one out when I get back.” He nodded and played around with his remote as I left for my own room. Moving between floors I tried to count the number of times I’d been doing something with Derrick where he might have had the chance to notice me wearing diapers. He never really came to my room, our meetings always being the other way around, so I doubted it was a result of him snooping though my stuff. There had been the odd few bar nights where I had gone out with him (and others) while diapered but I couldn’t recall any times that’d resulted in me getting caught or it being a specifically close call. Those nights usually ended with me waking up in either a wickedly soaked diaper from the night before or one that was only a little bit damp as a result of me changing myself when I got home. Letting my mind continue to wander I let myself into my own room and closed the door behind me, pulling out two diapers from my stash and flinging them over onto my bed. I shed my clothes below the waist and quickly padded myself up, the whole action taking no more than a minute or so. Satisfied with the comfortable hugging fit of my diaper I grabbed my keys from my jeans pocket and left the pants upon the floor, rummaging though my dresser for a pair of sweatpants to take their place. Donning them I left my room and headed back to Derrick’s. “It was one of the times we went drinking.” Derrick began as I stepped back into his room, switching the door’s mechanism to lock when closed. “I figured that’s the only thing it could have been.” I said, shedding my pants and taking a seat next to him. “So what happened? And when?” “It was last semester, when we went out to that upscale bar for Taylor’s birthday. We came home and stopped in your room for a rest and some water because your room’s on my way.” He paused for a second to resume the movie, turn down the volume a bit and then pass me his teddy bear from the corner of his bed. With a smile he turned his attention back to the king of Sparta as I clutched his prized animal and continued. “Anyway, at one point I went to lay down on your couch for a bit as you were playing around on your computer. I think you must’ve forgot I was there after a while because you eventually went to your dresser, grabbed a couple diapers and got changed right there on your bed.” “Don’t think I remember any of that.” I admitted, rummaging though my blurry memories of the occasion. “Yeah, your couch doesn’t face your bed or anything so it wasn’t until I said I was going to leave and got up that you seemed to notice I was still around. You were just sitting there on your bed in a diaper and the shirt & tie you’d been wearing all night. When I was leaving, you didn’t say anything about it or seem to care. You didn’t ask about it later or anything so I decided just to keep it to myself for a while, in case you were just taking a while to mention it.” “I guess I was just the kind of drunk that time where I didn’t care at the time if you knew. I mean, it’s like ‘Oh noes! Derrick is gonna’ make fun of my for wearing diapers!’ Except not because you’re not a jerk and would probably just think it’s for bedwetting or something.” “To be honest,” he laughed lightly, “my first guess actually was that you were just a DL or something similar. I figured if it was medical you’d have told me about it by now and if not, well, sometimes people just don’t need to know everything that you choose to do, and that’s cool.” he said, pausing for a moment. “Bet I gave you a bit of a surprise though, didn’t I?” “It wasn’t something I’d expect,” I commented, “but I guess it’s easier to see you being into something like this than…just about anything else really. Why do you wear diapers exactly, just for fun or is it a fetish?” “Nah, just for fun. They’re comfy and enjoyable every once in a while but I wouldn’t want to make them a permanent thing. And,” he added, picking up a pacifier and holding it out in front of me, presumably to take, “while I do indulge a bit in some of the more childish related stuff I’m pretty far from an AB, it’s just fun to play with is all.” “That’s about the same for me.” I mumbled out of one corner of my mouth, now occupied with the pacifier he’d offered me. “I’ve got one of those diaper shirts and a few plush toys you might have seen in my room but I’m not much on age-play.” “Whatever goes,” Derrick said, creeping across the room and grabbing a stuffed monkey from his closet, “as long as you enjoy what you do.” He returned to his seat beside me and we watched the epic ‘pit kick’ scene in silent appreciation. As the movie went on we eventually both sank into the bed and crawled under the covers at one point, Derrick laying down almost completely and propping himself up with a pillow. I could tell he was slowly falling asleep near the film’s conclusion and wasn’t surprised to notice him out like a light some fifteen minutes into Superbad, which I’d put on afterward. I turned the TV down as I too drifted downward and decided it’d be best to set the sleep timer on the thing as my eyes were slowly growing heavy. I couldn’t tell you exactly when I fell asleep, only that when I woke up Derrick’s clock read 5:46am. I needed to take a leak, I felt, but sure as hell didn’t want to get up to go about it. Taking a moment to think about it I came to the recollection that I was diapered and proceeded to roll onto my back and let it all drain out into the bottom layer of my padding. Satisfied and relieved I felt the outside cover of my diaper, checking to make sure it wouldn’t be leaking on me and then closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. It wasn’t until about 10:30 that I woke up again, this time to the feeling of a hand shaking my shoulder. “Have a good sleep?” Derrick asked as I lay there staring at the ceiling, not really wanting to move yet. “Yeah,” I yawned, folding my hands behind my head, “you’ve got a comfortable bed.” “I’m fond of it.” “So what’re you up to today?” I asked, having no plans of my own. “I’m not sure about all day but I’m gonna’ make something quick for breakfast and then I’d like to go to the gym soon. Wanna’ come with?” “Sure, I’m not up to much right about now.” I replied, tossing the covers off me somewhat and sitting up on the edge of his bed. “I should probably just get changed and get my stuff.” “I can change you if you want.” Derrick replied quickly. For a moment I thought I’d heard him wrong but as I looked over at Derrick the expression on his face didn’t reflect the idea that he probably wasn’t joking. “I mean, if you’re comfortable with that.” he added after a moment of me giving him a somewhat surprised stare. “If not that’s cool, just offering.” “Sure, I guess.” I said as he walked over to his kitchenette and started his stove. “I’ll give you a change too if you want. We can take care of it after we eat so do whatever you gotta’ do before then.” “Right, cool.” he called over to be from half way inside his fridge. “Help yourself to any of my games while you wait, it’ll be ten or fifteen minutes.” I picked out Halo 2 and pulled up a new campaign as Derrick began our breakfast. I was happy that he’d found out I was a DL, it’d probably be and interesting experience to have a friend that was also into diapers to hang out with every now and then. I was looking forward to the quality time we might spend together in the coming week I just hoped he wouldn’t expect me to change too many dirty diapers, should he choose to mess them. It tended not to be a pleasant experience in my own two or three attempts with it, something I didn’t care to repeat too soon. As I cleared the first area I could see Derrick grabbing some dishes in my peripheral vision and paused the game as he invited me to come eat. Sitting down at the table I helped myself to some of everything he’d made and sat, slowly leaking into my somewhat soggy diaper as I fed the gnawing hunger in my stomach. It was going to be an interesting day and rest of the week, I thought, we’d have to try all kinds of fun shenanigans in diapers together.