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The following splash of my brain onto a word processor contains a little sexual content, a lot of fetish content, and a dash of story to keep it all going.

What the future bears, I’m not sure, as the pen hasn’t made the strokes yet.

There will be more, there may be less, but seven days of patience will be the test.

I’ve been side-tracked though.

And this is the beginning of my story:

All in all, it had been a great vacation so far, Will Winston thought to himself as he lay back on his bed. Looking down at his wet swim shorts he grinned, before leaning and swooshing them off, gazing and reveling and what lay underneath them. For most guys of the age sixteen and up, they would be egotistically thinking about their lengths and/or girths…

…Will however was more proud of the soaked and swollen swim diaper he wore. He squirmed about slightly, enjoying immensely the feeling of his hard and confined member worming about in the wet diaper. Relaxing his body, he idly let his hand roam down to his diaper-front and firmly massage the slight bulge protruding from the thick padding.

To put it simply, Will liked diapers, among other quite babyish items. He liked the humble and submissive feeling he got whenever he taped one over his crotch. Even more so he liked the constant reminder of how childish he was when a wet or sometimes even messy diaper squished as he walked or sat down.

But most of all he loved the paranoid adrenaline rush when he wore, and often times used, diapers in public. Did that passerby just hear the same loud crinkle I did? Was the hiss from me wetting myself overheard by the person next to me on the bus? Did that clerk see my diaper stick out when I bent over just now?

All common thoughts in his head when he wore around other people. But every one of them always brought a fear of humiliation that inspired a beautiful arousal in his loins that he couldn’t resist. What would be even better, he had concluded many times before, would be if someone actually did notice, and did ask him about his curiously noisy underwear.

The pace of Will’s hand movement increased noticeably as these thoughts ran through his head, fantasies forming and ending within seconds in his mind. His thin frame shifted to and fro on the bed and his eyelids screwed themselves tightly shut, hiding his innocent blue eyes as the pleasure swelled within his groin…And all of it was ruined by a stupid, echoing knock on the door of his small condo.

“Room service! Anyone home?” came the piping, Hispanic-pitched cry from the vague direction of the door.

Sitting up and shaking his head once more into clear thought, he yelled out a bit huskily, “I don’t need anything done, thanks!”

“Yes sir, sorry to bother you,” came the reply, in an almost knowing tone. With that, as he stood and made his way into the living room, he heard the telltale sound of a cleaning cart being wheeled away, the owner going to bother other ‘involved’ individuals he was certain.

Settling himself down on a pleather couch in front of his television, he cursed, instantly standing back up and trying to will away the burning sensation covering his back and the rear of his legs. Turning, he glared at the offending furniture, and then at the window letting in the hot Florida sun. Walking over to the second-floor window, he drew the curtains, thus cutting off the couch’s source of scalding heat.

Sitting in a nearby chair that hadn’t been baking in the sun all morning, he sighed. “Not as bad as it could’ve been I guess,” he mumbled to himself. This was Fall, an off-season for the beaches of Florida, and if he’d been here three months ago, during the real tourist season, Will was willing to bet that his little pain would’ve been much more intense.

Lying back in the chair, he sighed once more. His vigorous arousal had left as swiftly as it had come, all due to that damn knock.

“Well,” he said to the empty room, “What else is there to do?” Swimming in the pool was out. He’d just gotten back from doing that. And it was still way too early to go out and about the town. Maybe in a few hours, when it actually moved into afternoon. It was almost galling that he’d come all the way from Maine, only to have nothing to do. Looking out one of the open windows and seeing several palm trees waving in a slight breeze, he grinned. Almost.

Suddenly, his stomach rumbled and Will‘s smile widened. “Alright, buddy, we’ll go get some food in ya.” Besides, maybe I’ll figure out what to do from there, he thought to himself.

As he leaned forward and stood up, he let out an unconscious giggle from the slight squishing feeling and looked down at his still soaked swim diaper. Deciding a change was in order, he padded back to his bedroom and made a beeline for the dresser opposite the bed. Pulling open the bottom drawer, he smiled like a kid on Christmas when he gazed on the contents.

Four unopened packs of twenty-four diapers lined the drawer, with another open pack, almost empty, lying on top of them all. Pulling one out of the open pack, he idly noted he had only two left. He thought momentarily about going without and conserving his stash over the next seven weeks, but quickly dismissed the thought. If he came close to running out, he could just order more. For some reason, the thought of first-day air-mailing a case of diapers brought the hint of a laugh to his lips.

Ah, but for such wonderful diapers, it was worth it, he grinned, as he caressed the loud and crinkly outside of the folded one in his hands. Unfolding and spreading it out on the bed, he noted as he had every change over this vacation, that they weren’t quite as thick as several of the leading ‘incontinence garments’ on the market. But these disposables had an alarming absorbency capacity and would swell up to wonderfully thick proportions when wet. He’d had several quite ‘stimulating’ trips through the business area around the condo lot, whenever he’d become so wet that his bulky diaper had become visible underneath his fairly loose shorts.

As ever, though, nothing had come of these potentially humiliating situations. To be quite honest, Will wondered if anything ever would. If so, it’d probably be a one in a million chance, he figured, seeing as people were just too polite these days. Laying back, feeling slightly depressed, he pulled the Velcro tabs off of his swim diaper. Rolling the cloth into a ball, he tossed the article into a hamper with the rest of his dirty, waiting to be laundered clothes.

The swim diapers had been a little additional gift from the company that manufactured his normal ones. Glad to hear you’re not letting your ‘condition’ keep you down sir! the card inside the shipped case of diapers had said, Hopefully the little extra we’ve included will help you have some fun on the beaches without having to worry about it. Thanks again for testing for us, and enjoy the palms!

Grabbing wipes and powder from a nearby bed stand, he cleaned himself off and dusted himself with the soft, sweet smelling talc. Finally, he pulled up and taped on one of the diapers that he had product-tested for while they were still in development. Rubbing the tapes to encourage adhesiveness, he basked slightly in the good fortune he’d had in being allowed on the testing team. Out of the probably hundreds of applicants, himself and nineteen others had been chosen.

All that was over though, and he merely enjoyed his hefty discount. Not to mention the pleasure of having a diaper not even pushed out onto store shelves or hospitals yet. Other people into the same fetish as Will most likely would’ve been jealous.

After dusting a final bit of powder onto his chest and rubbing it in, just for the smell, he stood up and smiled a bit childishly as he squeezed his legs and felt the bulk between them. Regressing even further, the diaper boy giggled as he absently rubbed the cartoon tape panel he’d applied to all the diapers in his open pack. Diapered teddy bears, puppies, and kittens cavorted about a sunny meadow that spanned the length of his diaper-front. The rolls of tape had been so worth it.

Shaking himself back into his big-boy mentality, Will stood and stretched. Returning to the dresser and pulling open another drawer, he removed a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt, swiftly throwing them on. Walking back through the living room, he stopped momentarily to slip into a pair of sandals before walking out his door.

Shutting it behind him gently, Will produced a small key-ring and locked the door. Traversing the slightly maze-like open-air corridors of the condominium block, he slowly made his way to the central building of the whole complex, not meeting a single person on the way there. Normally this would’ve been strange, but during the Fall? Not so much. In fact, so far as Will knew, he shared Block A with only three other guests, all of whom stayed in one room. He basically had the place to himself!

As he entered the wide dining area, he saw several other people, most likely guests staying in other blocks, wandering about, or sitting together and chatting. Some were enjoying freshly cooked pancakes and waffles, the condo cooks still preparing breakfast at ten-thirty in the morning.

Threading his way through the mostly deserted tables, Will arrived at a small layout of glass bowls and clear jugs full of cereal. Grabbing one that looked chocolaty enough to suit his needs, he poured it out into a waiting bowl. As he was drenching the food with cold milk, an older man walked by him, then through a nearby doorway, leaving Will with a feeling he couldn’t quite place.

Grabbing a bottle of juice and settling himself down at a table, he dwelled on the feeling, thinking it over. Shoveling cereal into his mouth, the teenager found that it was more of a lack of something that had made itself known. Suddenly, mid-bite, he understood. Swallowing down the cereal, he gazed absently at the bowl.

There was no paranoia any longer. He himself hadn’t even noticed his diaper crinkle when he’d taken a seat. Will swore quietly, shifting purposely in his seat. This time he could distinctly hear the crackling of plastic from underneath his shorts, much to his relief. But still, this meant something horrible: he was getting used to wearing diapers around people, without a soul noticing. Will didn’t want to lose the rush he got whenever he went out padded.

“Hey,” Will jumped as a voice intruded on his thoughts, and looked over to see the dark-haired and dark-eyed Jacob laughing at him. The son of the couple in Block A, and one of the only neighbors Will had, the calm and soft-spoken fifteen-year-old had become a quick and true friend over the past week.

Shooting the other boy a glare, Will asked, “What’s so funny?”

Jacob’s short-lived laughter had died into a chuckle as he’d set himself down, along with a plate stacked high with pancakes. “Oh nothing, just the look on your face. You must have really been lost somewhere dude, I was right in front of you!”

Will rolled his eyes. “Yeah, something like that.” He returned to viciously attacking his bowl of cereal, pausing only to ask the shorter boy what was up.

“Ah, nothing much,” came the reply in between mouthfuls of pancake, “My parents ran off to some golf course this morning, leaving me bored as usual.”

“Don’t feel like going out in a bit?”

Jacob shrugged, “Not really. Too hot.”

“No doubt,” Will nodded in agreement, “So what do we do until evening comes around?”

“No clue,” was the reply as the last of the pancakes disappeared.

Not for the first time, Will marveled at his new friend’s ability to quickly pile food into his stomach. Even more amazing was the fact that Jacob seemed virtually incapable of putting on weight.

The thin teen guzzled the glass of milk he’d brought with him, then lounged back in his chair and sent a hopeful gaze at Will, “Care to go for a swim?”

He began to answer against the idea, then hesitated, his mind returning to what lay nestled cozily between his legs. Even more, he thought of the depressing lack of excitement they brought in public. This isn’t a swim diaper, he thought quickly. It’d probably bulk up beyond reason, especially the way these things absorb! It was a huge risk, but it was one Will was willing to take, if only to keep that fearful arousal alive.

“Sure, let’s head to the pool,” he said finally, standing and heading towards the exit, Jacob close behind, the pair leaving their dishes for the staff to clean.

They made their ways once more through the maze of hallways, walking in a companionable silence. It was broken however, by Jacob.

“So, how is it that you’re sixteen and able to afford to come down here by yourself Will? I mean, I haven’t seen your parents at least.”

“I don’t have any,” Will said quietly, continuing when Jacob remained silent, “I was given up for adoption after I was born. Tried looking for them last year, using the internet and everything.” He tried to adopt an impartial tone as he said this, but his voice betrayed him by crackling a bit as he finished, “Turns out they were both casualties in a forest fire somewhere in Eastern Washington.”

“Damn dude,” Jacob’s gaze turned to stare at the ground, “Sorry, didn’t mean to bring up something like that.”

Will shrugged, “Ah, don’t worry about it dude, I’m not going to cry or anything. I didn’t even know the people.” He grinned suddenly, seeing an out from the subject, “Now my foster parents, I wish they’d go die in a fire. That’d save the world a lot of trouble.”

Jacob gave a relieved chuckle, glad he hadn’t hurt his friend. “Didn’t like them I take it?”

It was Will’s turn to laugh, “They were dicks. No other way to put it. One of them was a drunk, and the other one was too chicken to stand up to his own wife.”

“Sounds like a real pair,” came the reply. “You still live with them?”

“Hell no! A little while after I turned sixteen some great aunt of mine died. Left a fortune to whoever was most closely related to her, which just happened to be me. Jean, my foster-mother, wanted it all of course, so I petitioned for emancipation and got my own place.”

“Seriously?” gawped Jacob, before shaking his head. “Lucky bastard.”

“That’s me,” grinned Will.

“How’d you go about doing that anyways. I’ve always heard kids at my school throw that around whenever their parents ground them, or take away their twenty-K cars, but I’ve never known the actual terms.” Jacob, Will had found out a few days ago, went to a charter academy with an over-abundance of the rich-kid snobs. It was something Will didn’t envy him for.

“Well, it’s kind of different depending on what state you’re in, but for the most part it’s the same.” Will’s heart skipped a beat as they walked into the wide-open pool room. “You just have to prove to a court that you’re financially stable, have a steady place to stay, and that you’re providing for your own education.”

“Aw man, you have to be one of the luckiest guys I’ve ever met.” The innocent jealousy was almost palpable in his friend’s voice.

Will laughed as Jacob took off his shirt, “Yeah, I guess I really hit the ace, huh? But hey dude, that pool is calling your name.” Second thoughts were racing through his brain.

“For sure,” the other teen replied as he ran with a laugh and a yell before cannon-balling into the water of the unpopulated pool. The place really was theirs alone. Aside from the main open pool, each of the condo’s blocks had their own enclosed pool. With Jacob and Will being the only occupants of Block A, they basically got the whole thing all to themselves.

“Coming?” called Jacob, having resurfaced.

With a grin and a nod, Will pulled his t-shirt off and padded over to a low diving board, stepping up to the platform. He took a deep breath to calm his pounding heart. Once he dived in, there would be no doubt of what he was wearing underneath his loose shorts.

“Stop taking all day, grandma!”

Glancing over at Jacob, Will threw him an obscene gesture…before quickly gathering his courage and diving down off the platform.

“Awww dude!” Jacob cheered as Will surfaced, sputtering water away from him, “That was perfect! No splash or anything!”

Will shook the wetness out of his hair and grinned, trying to appear normal as his mind raced. His diaper had performed even better than he could’ve expected. The compact gel and fluff inside of the garment had ballooned to huge proportions, swelling enough to push his legs into the outline of a very wide V. The water would probably distort how his shorts looked, but the teen was sure that once he emerged, he’d be screwed.

Noticing a curious glance from Jacob, Will ran on instinct and replied cockily, “That’s just because I come from better stock than the rest of the human race.”

Jacob rolled his eyes. “Right,” he puffed as he set off for the edge of the pool, “Do it twice in a row and I might believe you.”

Will froze, almost going under the water before he remembered to keep paddling. “Um…” he couldn’t think of any good excuse to decline, “Well…”

“Well what?” his friend laughed, settling himself on the pool’s edge, legs kicking in the water, “C’mon man, I’d bet you anything you couldn’t do it again.”

Using slow, shallow strokes, Will started swimming for the diving board once more, trying to show an outward calm, while his insides roiled in panic. He had to get rid of the diaper somehow! He’d been planning on just staying in the water until he had a chance to remove the diaper and hide the evidence. Maybe below the diving board or something. But with Jacob watching his every move, there’d be no way he could fiddle ‘down there’ without being noticed. Not to mention hiding the diaper itself afterwards would be nigh on impossible. “Fuck,” the lithe teen muttered under his breath as he reached the edge.

There was no getting around it. He’d just have to tell him. He couldn’t though! There was no way he was going to face the humiliation of the one friend he’d found down here discovering that he liked to wear diapers. Then again…did he really have a choice?

Detouring from the diving board, the dark blond boy made his way to the stairs out of the pool and took a seat, shorts still under water of course. He took a deep breath “Hey Jake…”

Jacob had obviously noticed the change in his friend’s demeanor and instantly adopted a concerned expression. “What’s up? I was just joking dude, a friendly dare, y‘know?” Will never called him Jake, and this kind of worried him.

Will flashed a quick smile that disappeared as quickly as it showed. “Oh, it’s all good dude. This isn’t exactly about that…” He didn’t know how to continue with this. But god-damn if his ‘lil’ guy’ wasn’t as hard as it could possibly be in his ridiculously large diaper! This was it, he was finally going to have to reveal himself to someone!

“What then?” Jacob’s confusion grew as his friend’s face flushed a bright red. This had to be some serious shit.

Will stared hard at the patterns of light reflecting on the water. How the hell was he supposed to do this? “Well…Oh fuck, I don’t really know how to explain this, so…” With a tremendous surge of bravery, and a little pressure on his legs, he slowly pushed his body straight up out of the water, standing before his friend on shaking legs.

His shorts were worse than he’d even suspected. His waist size may well have increased by two or three inches, and his swim trunks ballooned out in every direction by almost as much. Not only that, but the weight and proportion of his diapered crotch had pushed his legs into a bow-legged toddler splay, and pulled the orange shorts further down his body, revealing a hefty chunk of the glaringly white diaper waistband, not to mention the cartoon taping panel.

Will stared at one of the potted palm trees on the far side of the room, much too afraid to look his friend in the eye. When the only thing that he heard after several seconds of booming silence was, “Oh,” he flinched, cursing his uncontrollable testosterone. He’d just lost the one friend he’d managed to make down here. Will felt tears well in his eyes, and before he could rub them away, they were already falling down his cheeks. He wished he could just go back in the pool to hide them, but it was like his body was frozen, like it knew that it couldn’t hide his secret shame now that it had been revealed.

The emotionally distraught boy gasped suddenly as another wet body crashed into his with a splash, the body-check quickly turning into a tight, yet gentle hug. As if to emphasize itself, the diaper released a small torrent of water as Jacob‘s hips dug into it. “Hey man, it’s alright,” Will’s frozen psyche registered the whispered words from his friend’s mouth.

Gratitude, fear, arousal, and embarrassment all welled up within the diapered boy, and, as it turns out, it was too much for him to take. Unabashedly, Will wrapped his arms around his friend and began to sob in earnest.