A note from the author: This is just the first chapter of an
idea I’ve had brewing in my mind for quite awhile. I can assure everyone that I
will finish this story with regular weekly updates as long as I get a tiny bit
of feedback. If you read the story, please email me at [email protected] . All I want is
an email with any feedback you can give me. Just something like “I liked the
story, keep going” is fine. As long as I get 2 or 3 of these emails to show me
someone is reading the story, I’ll keep going. Feel free to contact me about
anything on that email account, I won’t bite. I promise. J
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Sleep Tight
Chapter 1
A
surprising amount of things can rush through one’s head on the way to the
toilet. In the biggest of emergencies, we want to think of so many things
besides bodily functions. I was forcing myself to think of a lot of things on
this particular rush to the bathroom, the most prominent being something along
the lines of why do I rush to the
bathroom with a diaper between my legs? Right as I began to ponder this-I
tripped. I fell right outside the bathroom door. I was looking right up at the
“Men’s Restroom” sign, almost to my destination! Unfortunately, the fall had
been too much. My ass hit the floor first, and I involuntarily let out my shit
right into my diaper. I felt it spreading over my ass and between my legs,
turning to mud as my bladder let go in all the excitement. Right outside the public
men’s room door, an 18 year old boy had just fallen on his ass and shit and
pissed his diaper. My name is Nick, and, as you know, that 18 year old boy is
me.
I should bring you up to speed on my
life. I’ve never been able to have complete control of my bowels. Ever since I
was a baby I could only do a small part to keep my pants dry. I was not
incontinent, but I had frequent accidents. Because of this, I have always worn a
disposable diaper where all the other boys would wear underwear. No one knows
except my parents. I have kept this a secret from anyone else in my life. My
classmates at school would never expect that “Nick the Hottie”
pissed his pants most days. Just for the record, I got that name by accident. I
started working out in middle school, and now I have a near flawless body. Abs,
pecs, and muscle definition everywhere. I get bored
easily, and working out is something to do that I enjoy. I guess my thick brown
hair and green eyes also help. As my friend once told me “all the gay boys cream their jeans at the mere
thought of you”. And he had a point. Only the gay guys liked me. The girls liked the jocks and tough guys. I was
simply a hot guy-“Nick the Hottie”. I’m not in many
clubs, hate sports, and being a gay guy at a high school really alienates you. Most
people just acknowledged I was good-looking, and made no effort to get to know
me. All my friends are either gay, or not very popular; and I’m alright with
that. High school is just such a weird place.
A
few weeks ago, I saw in ad in the paper looking for people to work at a club
for gay men in diapers. I figured this was my calling for an after-school job,
so just a half-hour earlier I had walked through the double doors of “Sleep Tight-A Club for the Child in
You”. I instantly found someone who looked to be the club manager (dressed in a
suit just standing by the door waiting for me) and inquired about the job. He
asked me all sorts of questions, and the interview seemed to be going well
until I felt the need to use the restroom and ran out of the manager’s office,
down the hall, and to the first restroom I could see. This brings us to where I
am now-Sitting on the concrete floor in a wet and messy disposable diaper,
hoping the piss doesn’t leak out into my new jeans.
I
got up, and turned around to head back down the hallway towards the manager’s
office. I opened the door, and sat back down in the lounge chair opposite Gary
the manager. He looked at me for a second and said “Did you need to take a
call? You left so suddenly, man.” “No, I just had a bathroom emergency” I
replied.
Chapter 2
I slowly unbuttoned my shirt as
We walked out of the office and we
were in the entrance hallway. I realized as I looked at the high ceiling that
we were in a warehouse. That was why the floor was concrete. At the end of the
hallway were 2 more double doors that
I quickly got my bearings, and saw
that just ahead were the stairs I had come up. I looked to my left and down the
hall there were a pair of double doors and a sign that said “Your Pleasure”, I
looked to my right, and there were a pair of double doors with a sign reading
“The Nursery”. “We’re heading to the nursery”
Chapter 3
I just stood there open mouthed, staring
at the cribs. Before I knew it, I was pissing a river into the new diaper, just
out of pure astonishment from what I was looking at. I wanted to say something
along the lines of “come one man, I’m not
into this…” but I knew Gary would point out something along the lines of me
having just pissed myself, standing in front of him in just a white disposable
diaper. Just as I though this,
I had been completely right about
the cribs. There was no way I was ever going to get out of that thing. I decided
to survey my surroundings. Everyone around me seemed to have a bottle, and a
blanket, although the boy in the crib next to me was going to be in for a
surprise when he woke up. His blanket had slid off his back in his sleep, and
his diaper was leaking all over the bed’s mattress. On second glance, I
realized this would not be a problem, as the soft mattress was completely
covered in plastic. I looked down, and sure enough, I was sitting on a plastic
mattress cover.