Accident

Danni – My life as a living boy doll Part 6

This story is written by Les Lea

Being brought up by Julie had made me the boy I was. I wasn’t one for games, in fact, other than with Simon I had hardly played with any other boys of my age. They scared me and with Julie’s protection, I’d never needed to toughen up. Some might say I was lucky to have such a sister, and indeed, I never thought anything other than that but, as we both got older it was as if she didn’t want me to grow up.

She was making things up that I did or didn’t do when she spoke to mum, and mum, being mum, believed everything she said or suggested. It wasn’t that mum wasn’t bothered it was just that she’d left me in Julie’s hands for so long, she had no idea how I should be. If I complained to her about having to wear something she always made me remember how much I’d enjoyed dressing up before. When I think about it, I always did have a smile on my face as me and Julie had played her dressing-up games. I didn’t know any better but mum now saw it as “Just the way you are”. I think she thought it was what I wanted and I liked all that kind of thing; being dressed as a girl or being babied by all her friends. In many ways I suppose I did, or at least it never worried me but, I’d begun to want the same as what the boys at school had.

At school I was introduced to the choir and found that I loved singing in assembly as much as I’d enjoyed singing in front of Julie and her chums. The teachers thought I was very good and began to offer me more and more songs to take the lead on. I was very nervous about being pushed forward but Miss Simms, the music teacher gently coaxed me and, perhaps because she was a woman, I did as I was told. It was OK if I was surrounded by the rest of the choir and I was just one amongst a group but when I had my solo I became quite scared. I’m not sure why but it was worse if mum or Julie were watching and on one occasion I peed my pants centre stage. Julie saw what I’d done and because of the sudden appearance of a wet spot on the front of my shorts she leapt into action. Even before Miss Simms could come to my assistance Julie was up on the stage and gently leading me off, her words full of sympathy, but her firm grip telling me otherwise.

How she knew what would happen I do not know but I was led to a classroom, my shorts and briefs taken down and she rummaged in her schoolbag and produced a disposable nappy. She had no powder or lotions this time but just wrapped me in it, pulled it up between my legs, fastened the sticky tabs in place and yanked me to my feet. A few fellow pupils had gathered in the doorway to watch the proceedings and Miss Simms was trying to get through the cordon. I could see the sympathy in her eyes but Julie just said that she wasn’t to worry, no one blamed her for my distress and that she was sure no real harm was done. Miss Simms was taken aback at this slight but as Julie had already grabbed my hand and was ushering me away from the cluster of kids (and associated parents) she hadn’t formulated a response as Julie hurried me to mother’s car waiting to pick us up.

It was my moment of achievement… something I’d done without Julie… or mum and I’d wet myself. I was crying as we got into the car and mum was wondering what had happened. A very empathetic Julie explained how I was ‘brilliant’ and was singing ‘beautifully’, when I just peed myself. Again, all the words she said sounded like she was so sorry for me but I knew that she loved every minute of my humiliation. As I sat down she even apologised to mum that she hadn’t got any plastic pants for me to wear to protect the car seat… and suggested that in future we should all carry a spare pair for just such emergencies. Mum just nodded to Julie, tried to cheer me up with the offer of ice cream, tickled me under the chin and told me that I was her ‘special little boy’.

I was sobbing quietly in the back seat with Julie gently stroking my hand and telling me not to worry, and that lots of boys my age had these accidents. Fine soothing words for her but quite terrifying for me as it gave her another excuse to keep me in nappies. It also meant that from that moment on Julie would insist that I wear protection for school, as, she explained to mum, she didn’t see why the teachers should have to deal with my ‘damp spells’. Again mum nodded in agreement and Julie suggested that we call in and get some suitable protection on the way home. As we pulled into the shopping centre car park I didn’t want to get out but both mum and Julie were adamant I couldn’t sit there alone. I weepily suggested that Julie stayed with me but she said that she had things she wanted to buy. There was no way round it… I walked into the pharmacy and to the nappy section wearing my bright and dry disposable. There was absolutely no doubt as to what we were there to buy.

Julie found a huge case of pull-ups about my size and took them over to mum. She also found some cloth nappies, pins and a couple of pairs of colourful plastic pants. She added tubs of baby powder and lotion. I was filled with embarrassment and had my eyes glued to the ground throughout the entire proceedings. Even at the cash desk, as mum paid and Julie held all the products, I couldn’t look at the teenage lad who was on check out as I was certain he would be laughing at me. Just before he rang through the pull-ups he asked mum if she wanted to change them as they were for young girls, they had cartoon princesses all over them, apparently, there were some with cars on for little boys. But an exasperated sound came from Julie who was already on her way out with the rest of the stuff so mum just shrugged and the lad beeped them through.

Mum had said that we were going to get ice cream but I hadn’t thought she meant in a public place and as we drove into the café that was my favourite location because of its selection of flavours I began to cry again saying I didn’t now want any ice cream. Mum was about to turn around but Julie said that even if I didn’t she would like some and also implied I was lying and that I was just being silly.

What little boy didn’t want ice cream?” The fact was I did but not dressed as I was.

Julie was very quick. “Is it because you’re only wearing a disposable?” I nodded. “Would you be OK if we put you in something else?” Again I nodded almost beginning to cheer up at the prospect of the big sundae I was planning on treating myself to. “OK then, that’s what we’ll do.”

So as mum went off to order our tasty treats Julie set about changing me in the back of the car. I was relieved when the disposable came off and she wiped me dry with some of the wipes we’d just bought. She powdered me and was all ‘loving’ and ‘sweet’ as she massaged it in, then she delved into the case of pull-ups and unfurled it. At that moment I wasn’t thinking about the image on it, all I knew was that it was more like wearing underpants than a nappy, but once I was in them she opened the door and dragged me out. I was standing wearing just a pair of princess pull-ups and a white school polo shirt.

There,” she said triumphantly, “fit for a… prince… ess” and led me to the café.

She gave me that grip and a very stern warning not to upset mum by acting up or crying and said that if I did she would spank me herself when we got home… and… she inferred… after today’s performance and the expense and the embarrassment to her and mum… no doubt mum would spank me too.

The café was full of kids all enjoying their selection of fruity flavours and I was just another tasty morsel that they could enjoy by laughing and tittering as I walked by. It was the worst, and longest, ice cream I’d ever had and I did cry and… wet myself. Needless to say, Julie pointed this out to mum and, as I was bawling my eyes out, it was agreed that I was getting worse and perhaps stronger protection may be needed. The princesses, not able to withstand my soggy torrent, meant I had to ride back home in a very wet pull-up.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Danni – My life as a living boy doll Part 2

This story is written by Les Lea

As I got older all my playmates were Julie’s friends and they were all girls. Up until I went to nursery I’m not sure if I ever had any boys as friends and when I did meet them I was very nervous and scared of their rough ways. I cried an awful lot as a child when I wasn’t at home or with Julie, she was both my friend and protector and I loved her. Whatever she asked me to do I did without question because I knew that Julie was always right and was only thinking of me. At the nursery when I was 4 she once pushed one of the boys in the paddling pool after I told her he’d made me cry by grabbing a doll I wanted to play with. He was the one wet and crying after that and I never had any trouble with him taking my toys again… Julie was fantastic.

I didn’t realise that Julie keeping me in nappies until I was six was anything different to anyone else. I wasn’t only a brother to her I was a real live doll who she loved to wash and change and dress up. She was the one who decided my bed times and was brilliant at reading me a story; some she often made up that featured either her or me in heroic situations. Even though I was toilet trained, Julie saw to that, I was regularly still put into nappies and plastic pants. This was partly my fault as at nursery, after lunch we had to have nap-time. All the children lay on little cots with a blanket and told to rest and go to sleep. I was one of half a dozen kids who were so afraid of getting up at these times, so ended up wetting themselves. My shorts and undies would be taken off and put over the radiators or hung out to dry and I was put into a pair of pull-ups or disposable until ready to return home.

Even when mum arrived home with some boy’s briefs she’d just bought and told me what a big boy I now was (I was at nursery after all) and that I’d be wearing them from that moment on, it didn’t happen. The following morning the briefs had gone and Julie had found some of her old childhood knickers, which she proceeded to dress me in. I didn’t care; it was all the same to me. I was glad to be out of my nappy as I was the last kid at the nursery still wearing one, but briefs or knickers, it made no difference to me as they were all the same. When I got home from nursery Julie would put me back into a nappy and plastic pants for the night “Just to be safe” she would say although I can never remember having any night time accidents. Although, perhaps I did but just can’t remember. Only once at school did I pee my pants in public and again it was when a boy pushed me over. I cried and pee’d myself at the same time. I didn’t like boys they were always making me cry.

Most of my early life was being thankful to be home from school and back with Julie and her friends. They were always nice to me, dressing me up, telling me how sweet I was, and encouraging me to perform for them. Every time I learned anything at school I couldn’t wait to get home and show off. Whether it was a new word, a poem or some fact, I was always so excited to tell my audience of one, Julie, or all her friends if they were around. They always said how clever I was and I loved the fact that they loved and encouraged me so much.

On the first day of a new school term I met a boy who I liked. We were both seven and the reason we sort of clicked was because we were both dressed the same. The school didn’t have a uniform as such but, where the other boys were in trousers or jeans, we were the only two boys in grey shorts and we were both wearing yellow polo shirts. We were so alike, even out hairstyles were almost the same that people thought we must be brothers. He said ‘Snap’ to me and I nervously smiled back. He then seemed to stick to me for the rest of the day and we chatted and, for the first time ever, I spent the entire day in another boy’s company and not with the girls. We played together and he wasn’t as rough as I found other boys. He seemed to like the same things I did but had a different way with going about it, whether that was at play or in class. He was definitely the leader of our small group of two and I was happy to follow that lead. By the end of the school day it was weird, all the way home all I could think about was the next day and being with Simon… Simon McKay. That feeling continued every school-day and even at weekend, although I was with Julie and her friends, I kept thinking about Simon and what we’d be doing on Monday… and I couldn’t wait.

I became less and less interested in being dressed up. When we did P.E. in class I noticed, when we were changing, that Simon wore different underwear to me. Whereas mine was silky and often flowery, his were just cotton, often with a cartoon picture on the front and I wanted some like him. After a bit of pestering mum eventually bought me some and, as Julie wasn’t around at that moment, she gave them straight to me. It was a moment I treasured because from then on they were the only thing I wanted to wear and for the first time in my young life I refused to wear what Julie had organised for me. Often she got my clothes ready for school and she’d put out what she thought I should wear but now I argued and stamped my foot and cried to mum if I couldn’t wear my boy’s cotton underpants. Mum thought I should and I thought I should, it was only Julie that balked against it but she was loosing her influence and from then on, I wore my Simon influenced pants to school every day. I hadn’t fallen out with Julie it was just I didn’t join in her, or her friends, games anymore and she was growing up too, she was now 12, and didn’t need to be looking after her little brother as much.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Danni – My life as a living boy doll Part 1

This story is written by Les Lea

My older sister has been dressing me up since I was a baby. Shortly after I was born, Julie, who was 5 at the time, took it upon her young shoulders to look after her baby brother and make sure no harm came to him. Apparently, even at her early age, she was the one who washed and changed me and made sure I was clean and tidy at all times. She chose and fitted the nappy I was to wear, the plastic pants, the romper outfit, the clothes, she bottle fed me, winded me and choose my dummy…every decision seemed to be down to her. My mum would go shopping but it was always Julie who decided on the clothes she thought I should wear and, as it took a great deal of stress away from my mum, who had other things to think about, like running her own business, I was more or less brought up by my loving and attentive older sister.

My mother, a ‘peppy’ Californian girl had arrived in England desperate to get bedded by the lead singer of one of the world’s top rock bands. She followed them on tour but the closest she ever got to having her way with the singer, was to be part of an orgy that the bass guitarist held in his hotel room. It was after that dispiriting experience she decided she needed to find something else to occupy her time. From being a trainee at a London advertising agency, she quickly rose up through the ranks and within two years was heading her own creative department. A year later and she went solo, taking a whole host of the firm’s client base with her and making an absolute fortune in a very short time. She spent all her time working and had little time for relationships. Julie was the result of her first failed marriage to the boss of the original agency she had worked for – it had lasted 22 months and was a messy divorce. I think the fact she took so many of his clients with her hadn’t helped in the settlement. Her husband, Julie’s father, had wanted nothing to do with his young offspring when the divorce was finalised, so mum was left to bring her up on her own. From an early age Julie was encouraged to be her own person and mum saw her young but determined daughter flourish when given responsibility. On the other hand I was the product of her getting shagged by a young sexy intern.

I gather I was created over her office desk by an 18 year-old who, I understood, had just left a local art college. Apparently, mum had taken to him from the moment of his interview. His fine bone structure, his soft flowing blond locks, a gentleness and soft speech that set him apart from all the other young go-getters, really appealed to her. After the experience with her much older first husband, she set her sights on good-looking young men who would satisfy her occasional sexual cravings… and, she being who she was… the boss, got into his pants at the first available opportunity. Mum may have been 15 years older than her sex toy but she was (and is) a fantastic looking woman so I suppose it wasn’t that much of an ordeal for him. I must have been conceived on that very first occasion, mum obviously not taking the correct precautions because, two months later, when she realised she was pregnant, the young intern disappeared from the company pretty quickly. Mum told me many years later that he was a terrific, gentle lover and would have been a fine father, but at his age she knew he couldn’t, and shouldn’t, face such responsibilities and her guilt about using him had made it so he would simply slip into the annuls of history without the knowledge he was a father. His name was Daniel and that is what mum called me.

Perhaps another thing you might be interested in knowing is that I was a ‘star’ baby. Mum, always keen to keep an eye on her projects, had bundled me up a few weeks after my birth and had taken me along to an important client’s photo shoot. The photographer thought I was there for the scene and used me instead of the baby who’d been booked for the part. Apparently, even just weeks old, I was a very cheerful and passive baby who seemed to smile and gurgle all the time. I was adorable – according to both my mum and that original photographer. From then on I appeared in TV commercials, my naked bum being lathered with baby oil, wearing the latest disposable nappy or having me sucking in the latest milky formula… I was much in demand. Indeed, up until I was 2 years old I was used to sell every conceivable product for babies and toddlers. I was also the face for a range of baby food and milk products and according to my mum, I was on TV and posters right around the world. Alas, my career was over by the age of two when I was just too overused and a new face was needed. I can’t say it worried me one way or the other. Evidently, I’d been a baby boy or girl, depending on what sex the client wanted, and my sweet cute ‘none-specific gender’ looks meant I was the right image for whatever product they wanted to promote.

As a baby I was often mistaken for a girl. People would come up to the pram and goo-goo at my cuteness and say what a gorgeous little girl I was. My blond curly hair not adding much to the image of being a boy and the clothes, all pastel colours, lace and ruffles, contributing to the gender confusion. Although my name was Daniel, ever since I was a baby, Julie always called me Danni (with the emphasis on the ‘a’) and it seems that everyone else followed suit. In fact, I’m told that Julie would correct anyone, even family members, who called me Daniel insisting that I prefer Danni, the truth is I never had a say in anything. My life was pretty much organised by my sister, and to a lesser extent, my mother, so very little male influence ever entered my life. I suppose I was dressed more often as a girl than a boy because Julie was in charge of my wardrobe, so whether it was shorts or a skirt, it was all the same to me as I never knew if one was for a boy or girl. Even my mum’s occasional boyfriends weren’t really bothered, I think all they saw were two young children – both of whom were girls.

I remember one of her boyfriends, as always he was young but a bit rougher than her usual ‘type’, who used to ask me to dance for him. Although I was quite shy I had been encouraged to dance by Julie from a very early age, so thought nothing about such a request and I was hoping to please this new man in my mother’s life. He obviously thought of me as a little girl as every time he’d seen me Julie would have me dressed in a rather feminine way. On this one occasion I was about to attend a party organised by my sister, which included her friends and various dolls. I was dressed in a peach coloured satin dress and matching peach ruffled knickers that she had worn to parties when she was my age and thought the ensemble was the perfect festive wear. To me it was all the same, I wore what I was told and at 5 years old, it made no difference to me as I’d been wearing such stuff all my childhood.

However, dressed as I was, and dancing up close to my mother’s boyfriend, he grabbed me and pulled me close up between his legs telling me what a clever little girl I was and how pretty I looked and what a terrific dancer I was. Meanwhile, as I partly danced and partly squirmed about in his ‘loving’ embrace he was tickling me and trying to make me giggle, which I did. Unfortunately, as we were both laughing and ‘enjoying’ the moment I felt myself release a bit of pee. As the tickling continued it was pretty soon a flood and my satin peach-coloured ruffled panties became sopping wet through.

Mum came in wondering what all the laughter was about and saw me wet and wriggling in pure delight.

He’s always doing that. He loves to play dress up with his sister but…” She noticed I had a damp stain. “Poor boy has got over excited. Come on sweetheart let’s get you sorted out.”

As I left I looked back and he looked stunned. I think it was the first time he knew I was a boy.

When Julie saw the mess on my stained underwear she assumed whisked me away to be changed. This time, and even at 5 years-old, I was nappied and returned to the party in a new clean outfit that barely concealed my new protective plastic pants that rustled noisily as I moved. Again everything matched; they were lace trimmed, like the new blue frilly dress I was wearing (another set of Julie’s old clothes that had never been thrown out and that I now struggled to fit into). Once I was looking pretty and dressed accordingly I was finally allowed back into the fun with her friends where we all sat down to fairy cakes, ice cream and juice… Julie always threw a terrific party.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Room and Board Part 3

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Later in the day he heard some loud noises, like furniture being moved, and heemerged from his room to discover that the landlady had somehow brought a large table-like thing into the third, yet-unused bedroom. It looked like an examination table, four feet high and about three and a half wide by six feet long. Covered with a brownish vinyl material, it had several drawers on the side facing away from the wall.

She saw him step closer to look, and she beamed with pride. “Pretty good for a garage sale, huh?” she asked, obviously excited and pleased.

“Yeah, I guess. It’s in good shape….but what *is* it?” he asked, confused.

She laughed. “I guess if you don’t know, you’ll have to wait until bedtime tonight to find out. But it’s warmer than the floor!”

Then he realized. It was an adult-sized changing table, for him. As she stood next to it he could see it was the perfect height for her to work on him. His first reaction was, strangely, one of shared happiness: yes, this *would* make things easier and more comfortable for both of them. But it also embarrassed him, that he would require such furniture for his diapering needs. He shook his head and decided he needed to get back to studying. His preoccupation with his work must have been what prevented him from seeing this table as the permanization of his new, more infantile status. That realization wouldn’t come until later.

The week was difficult, but passed, of course. His exams were tough, but his landlady’s help allowed him to study a lot, since he didn’t have to concentrate on chores or meals. And while, by the end of the week, he wasn’t excited about the diaper changings with the lady, he now tolerated the routine, and his embarrassment about the whole thing had lessened somewhat. (He had found himself paying more attention to wiping himself on the toilet, and to his mixed relief and embarrassment, the lady had noticed. She never failed to comment one way or the other on his hygienic state: “Much better tonight!” she’d coo, or “Is *this* the way we clean our bottom?” But her reminders, as humiliating as they were, worked, and by the end of the week, she was complimenting him more often than not.) She clearly looked forward to the changing sessions, cooing and humming throughout them. They would also talk, and during this busy and stressful time, it might be the only talking they did, which was a nice change of scenery for him. So it became more tolerable for him, if not downright enjoyable.

His last exam was Friday morning, and he had had to study most of the night for it. When it was over, he was exhausted from the lack of sleep and the cumulative effects of the week. On his way back home, he could think of nothing better than taking a long afternoon nap, and when he got home, that’s exactly what he did. It was a glorious nap, and didn’t end until about four that afternoon, when he became aware of someone looking at him as he slept. He opened his eyes with alarm, jerking awake to the sight of the lady. She was sitting in his desk chair, staring at him intently. When she saw him awaken she shook her head sadly. He correctly took this as a bad omen, and sat up, worried.

“You scared me to death! What’s wrong? What are you doing?” he asked, still drowsy and confused.

She kept shaking her head, saying, “I really am sorry it came to this, because I really liked you, and I know it’s been hard for you getting used to the diapers.” He was now wide awake. “I wish rules weren’t rules, but…” She trailed off.

“What? What?!” he said, sensing something bad was happening. He searched his tired brain for something he had done wrong. He couldn’t think of anything.

“Before we get to that, did you finish your exams? Good. Congratulations. So I’m betting you were tired, and had a nap? Great, I hope it was nice…” She was rambling slightly. He asked again what was wrong.

“Well, let’s see if you can figure this out. Where are you now?”

“Right here.”

“Right. But specifically?”

“On my bed, talking to you.”

“And were you just sleeping in your bed?”

“Yeah. You saw me.”

“Yes, I did. Does anything strike you funny about the way you napped in this bed?”

He thought for a moment, playing her little game. Knowing her, it probably had to do with diapers. She couldn’t mean that he should have been wearing one for his nap? Yes, he thought: that’s exactly what she meant.

She saw him figure it out, and nodded.

“But you said that I only had to wear a diaper at night!” he objected.

“No, I certainly did not. *We* agreed that you would wear a diaper *in bed.* And I don’t think I’m getting technical here: we only want to prevent you from wetting the bed. That’s a definite possibility any time you are asleep in that bed. Right? Look at me. Right?”

“But it was a nap,” he whined.

“Oh, come on. You can do better than that.”

She was right. He was behaving like a child. He paused as he thought about how to approach this problem like an adult. “Okay. You’re right. I’m sorry. Now I know. It won’t happen again.”

She looked at him and smiled appreciatively at his attempt. “I know that, but unfortunately that’s not enough. We need to decide together on a fair punishment.”

He groaned. He could have expected this. “Such as?”

She paused. “I think we both know what needs to be done. I let you off the hook before, but now I don’t think there’s any way around it,” she said sadly.

He shook his head. “I will *not* wear diapers all the time. That’s too much,” he said, looking straight into her eyes. “You ask me to do that forever, and I’m out of here.”

“Well, I don’t want you to leave,” she conceded. “So I guess we’ll have to compromise. Wearing diapers all the time would be an excellent way to prevent any accidents in bed at all hours of the day and night. And I think it’s very important that you experience what that would be like, wearing diapers all the time, so that you try very hard not to make any more mistakes. But I’m willing to have you do it for only a limited amount of time, such as for one week. How does that sound?”

“A week?” he asked. “I don’t know…” he said doubtfully. He’d promised himself a week ago he wouldn’t allow this to happen. But he’d also said that he could stand anything for a week.

“Oh, come on,” she coaxed. “You don’t even know that you’d dislike it.”

“Of course I would,” he snorted.

“Now listen to me,” she snapped. “You came into this house with only one rule, which you promptly broke. We fixed that with the addition of one more rule, which you have now broken *twice* in the space of one week, so far without any real punishment. Is that justice? I don’t think so, and I think you know that, too. Now, own up to your mistake and take the punishment like a man, so that we can get back to some peace and quiet. It’s just for one week, for God’s sake. Don’t be such a baby.”

He absorbed this tirade quietly and knew that in some ways she was right: he had broken a rule several times and endangered her precious bed. Maybe it was time to accept a little punishment and go on. It was just a week. And he’d need at least that long to find a new place to stay. He couldn’t move out today, but if he agreed to this, he could start looking and perhaps move out before the week was up. It was sneaky, but it was his only chance of sleeping in a bed tonight and not being entirely humiliated by a whole week in diapers. He nodded his head and looked at the floor. “Okay, you win.”

She came over and sat on his bed. “It’s just a couple diapers a day, not much more than now. It might seem hard, but I need to know I can trust you around the house. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay. I respect you for doing this.” She patted his leg. “Now we need to discuss details. Obviously, no bathroom use for a week. I’ll just keep it locked so you’re not tempted, and that way we won’t have to worry about using those nasty plastic panties. I’ll unlock the bathroom once a day, in the morning for you to shower, but the door stays propped open so I nknow you’re not cheating. You can brush your teeth at the kitchen sink. And, of course, according to our earlier agreement, I’ll be changing the diapers for you. Any questions?”

He hadn’t thought of this last point. It brought up an embarrassing issue. “Yes, um, can I be allowed to change the, uh, messy ones?”

“No, I’ll do it,” she offered generously. “I don’t mind, really. It comes with the territory, of course.” She smiled at him, and he smiled very weakly back. “Now, I have one more question for you,” she said, turning more serious. He looked up at her, curious. “Are you still thinking of moving out after this week?”

There was silence as he discovered that he was not as sneaky as he might think. But might as well be honest; she deserved that. “I’d thought about that, yes,” he answered.

“I’d like to ask a little favor,” she said quietly. “I understand about wanting to leave. I do. And that’s fine. It’s your right, and I understand that my rules, though simple, are sometimes demanding for certain types of boys. But could you please wait for one week before you start looking? Just a week, that’s all I ask.”

She was pushing him again. He’d just promised himself he wouldn’t stay the whole week, and she was asking him to break that promise. But he made the mistake of looking into her lonely, seeking eyes. “Uh…well…why?”

“Because you might change your mind, and I just want there to be a chance. We’ll talk about it next week. You can pretend you’re giving notice at a job, because there are some similarities. After all, I’m not sure how long it’ll take to fill your room. I need a little time to put an ad in the paper, things like that. And then next week if you still feel like moving out, I won’t argue. Okay?”

He felt himself caving. He nodded to her. Like a few days would make any difference. But he wished he had a spine.

“Thanks.” She rose. “I guess we’d better get started.”

He swallowed, not expecting that things would begin so soon. “Um, can I at least use the bathroom one last time?” he asked plaintively.

“I don’t think so,” she said. “I believe in swift sentencing.” She smiled.

He sighed. She led him into the third bedroom, where the changing table lived. He took off his shoes and socks, and turned away from her involuntarily as he lowered his pants. He hopped up on the changing table, pulled up his shirt, and laid back. He’d done this enough with her he already knew the routine. He pulled his knees up a little as she opened a drawer and pulled out a disposable diaper and some baby powder. He helped her as she pulled down his underpants and slipped them off his legs.

“After we do this,” she said casually, “why don’t you collect the rest of these big boy underpants and bring them to me for safe keeping during the week. You certainly won’t be needing them, you know.” Already terribly embarrassed, he didn’t want to argue. He just nodded and stared at the ceiling as she had him lift his legs.

She slid the diaper under his bottom and powdered him heavily all over. then, as she had for a week, she deftly pulled the diaper up and taped it, had him hop down, and readjusted them slightly for a good standing fit.

“Okay, all set. Now if you’re wet or dirty, you just need to come to me, tell me what’s wrong, and ask to be changed. And I will change you just as soon as I can. I’ll try to do it immediately, but that may not always be possible, of course. But I imagine you’ll be able to wait a bit if necessary; the diaper’s not going anywhere, is it?” she laughed. He didn’t.

“You don’t have any classes this week, do you?” she asked.

“No,” he said. “It’s fall break. I was going to go home, but I decided not to when I found out my parents were traveling to New Jersey to visit relatives. At that point, I thought I’d rather stay here; now I’m not so sure,” he said glumly.

“Oh, we’ll do fine all week. The fact that you don’t have classes will make things easier, of course. We’ll negotiate outings as they come up. But when you’re here in the house, and don’t have any company, I need to be able to see your diaper at all times, not only to make sure you’re wearing it, but also to see when you need to be changed. So, no pants in the house, okay? I’ll keep the heat up so you’re not cold. Okay?”

He drew in his breath. Another little surprise. How humiliating that would be, to walk around the house wearing only a diaper, and sometimes a wet or messy diaper at that. But like she said, it was her house, and she made the rules, and if she didn’t mind seeing the diaper, then he’d have to cope. He would start looking for a place next week for sure.

“So we’ll end in a week…well, it would certainly be silly to get you out of diapers right before bed on Friday, so we’ll call this thing over on Saturday morning, okay? That’s it. See you in an hour for dinner; how’s scallops?”

Scallops were great, as it turned out, but he was thinking more about his predicament than the food. He sat on his bed after dinner, in his slightly wet disposable diaper, and had a moment of insight. He saw himself as he was, and eighteen-year-old young man willingly waddling around a woman’s house in nothing but a diaper, allowing a woman to change him whenever he got wet or dirty. How bizarre and disgusting it seemed! Yet he’d agreed to it. He thought again about what that sophomore girl had said and now could see that this was obviously the same house to which she’d referred. And to a certain extent, he’d been taken in just as she’d said.

He knew now why the other boys hadn’t “just run away.” It had snuck up on them, like it had on him, one weird little thing at a time, until she was changing his diaper twenty-four hours a day. The good thing, though, was that he now could see clearly what was happening, and even knew, through that girl, where it might all head if he weren’t careful. He had insight, and that protected him, he thought. True, what had happened so far was strange, but he was going to catch it before it went too far. He wasn’t being held captive, and he would leave in one week’s time (or whenever he could find a new place to stay). He was also protected by the fact that he had such a good relationship with this lady; they could talk, and she had already accepted the fact that he was moving out. So the babifying process would undoubtedly end here. He almost laughed about it now, how silly he’d been to have come even this far. But thank goodness he’d realized the mistake in time.

Buoyed by his new confidence about the situation, he tried to relax and enjoy the lady’s company, as they still got along well despite the “punishment.” In fact, she seemed even happier than usual, which didn’t surprise him, but he was content to take advantage of it. They watched TV all evening, and periodically he would go out to the kitchen to be alone for a moment so he could pee in private. Soon his diaper became quite boggy, and though he wanted to keep the number of changes down to a minimum, he couldn’t keep her from noticing the diaper’s sag.

“Looks like there’s a little boy with wet pants,” she said cheerfully, making him blush. “Come on, let’s go change that wet diaper.”

During the diaper change, she mentioned that as long as he was in diapers, it didn’t hurt to take advantage of them.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well, one of the best parts about wearing a diaper is that you don’t have to worry about sphincter tone, which takes more concentration than you realize.”

“No, it doesn’t. It’s easy.”

“Oh, yeah?” she challenged. “Then try to keep it relaxed for a while. Heck, try it all week. See how nice it is not to worry about it. See how relaxed you can be; you might as well, because you’ll never again get the opportunity. It’s interesting to see what the body normally does that you’re not even aware of. Test the limits of your consciousness this week; see how aware you are and if you can change it.”

Science had always attracted him, and this little experiment sounded interesting. He hardly saw the harm in it; it was just a week, after all, and it was a unique challenge. So after he was changed, he started trying to relax completely, and began to train the appropriate muscles to relax more often. It might keep the week interesting.

The following morning was something he knew in advance he would *not* enjoy, as he was sure it would be the occasion of his regular bowel movement. And sure enough, right after a breakfast of pancakes, he felt the abdominal rumblings, and he excused himself to his bedroom, where at least he could have some privacy. He found he needed to squat to get it out, and as he did so, he remembered the displeasure he’d felt the first time. This time, too, the sensations that he felt were disgusting to him, utterly gross and uncomfortable. After he was done, and his diaper was full, he stood for a second trying to decide what to do now. Embarrassing as it would be to face the lady with his messy diaper, he knew she expected it, and the sooner he was changed (and the less he moved around) the more comfortable and easier it would all be. It might be possible to get changed before his mess got all squished into his diaper. From his perspective, the easier the cleanup, the better.

So he waddled into the kitchen, careful not to move his diaper’s contents around too much, but he was dismayed, when he reached the kitchen, to find the lady on the phone. He caught her attention and looked at her questioningly while pointing to his diaper. She nodded, put her hand over the phone, and whispered, “I’ll probably be a little while. Why don’t you go sit down in the living room and I’ll come change you in a few minutes?”

His spirits sank. He hadn’t considered having to wait. What terible luck. He walked carefully into the den, and, not wanting to sit, stood in front of the TV, watching disinterestedly. After several minutes, he got tired of the odors wafting up toward his face, and impatient with the lady, and he wandered back to the kitchen, again standing in front of her. She looked up, and smiled indulgently.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m not done yet. Go sit down. I’m sure that diaper will still be there in a few minutes.” And then she gently turned him toward the den and patted his rear end condescendingly, inadvertantly spreading his mess around a little.

He grimaced at that sensation, and, exasperated, he slowly walked back to the den and stood for several more minutes before giving up. He went to the couch and gingerly sat down. He was immediately unhappy he had done so, for he exquisitely felt his bowel movement compress and expand across his bottom, the warmth spreading between his legs. He nearly gagged as he tried to picture what was happening.

Fifteen minutes later his landlady strolled in and asked if he was wet. “No…It’s, well, the other thing.”

“Ohhhh, does my little boy have a poopy diaper?” she asked in baby talk. He blushed as she held out her hand for him to take, and he self- consciously let her lead him into the changing room, where he gingerly hopped up onto the table. She saw his expression as he gently lowered himself back into his mess, and she laughed. “Relax,” she teased. “There’s nothing in there that will break.” He couldn’t laugh with her, for he felt that at the moment his ego was fairly fragile.

He laid down, and nearly choked at the smell released by his actions. She, however, seemed not to notice. She lifted his legs and carefully undid his diaper. He closed his eyes, trying to pretend he wasn’t there. But she wouldn’t let him.

“Whoa!” she exclaimed. “You were busy, weren’t you? But, then, you’re a big boy, and I guess big babies have big poops.”

She continued talking about his bowel movement, and he continued to try to ignore her as she busied herself with her task of cleaning him. In less time than he would have imagined, she was already powdering him and taping a clean diaper on.

“Now that was a lot easier than having to do it yourself, wasn’t it? Don’t you feel better?” He had to admit that yes it was, and yes it did.

And with that initiation behind him, things went more smoothly. He spent his time that week catching up on sleep, watching football on TV, reading novels. She cooked and cleaned for him, and other than the obvious embarrassment, which he found was beginning slowly to diminish, they enjoyed each other’s company. He didn’t go out very much, mostly to rent movies for the two of them to watch, since it was a pain to get ready to go, and since he was terrified of being found to wear diapers.

Several things began to happen that week. One was that he became, if not comfortable, then at least relatively resigned to the diapers and being changed by his landlady. He had to admit it was nice not to worry about the bathroom, and he tried not to think that much about it. Consequently, the second thing that happened was that he was pretty successful training himself to relax over the course of the week. He felt secure about his diaper’s ability to contain whatever he could dish out, and he began hardly to notice peeing in them. He decided that despite his complaining, the diapers *were* pretty comfortable, after all. The bowel movements were not pleasant, but they were necessary, and he decided to bear that burden as admirably as he could. Complaining wouldn’t help. He just counted the days until he could do it in private again.

And by the following Friday, he was wetting freely and without inhibition; there had even been many times that he’d had to have the lady tell him he was wet, since he had not noticed his own peeing. So all in all, he spent the week relatively happy, rested, and carefree, though he was certainly ready for Saturday morning when it came. It had been interesting, but he was ready to get back to life as usual. And after the embarrassment of the whole thing, he was still definitely ready to move out.

Saturday morning found him laying on the changing table having a wet diaper removed for what he was sure would the last time. He thanked her for releasing him from his disposable confines, and headed off to the shower, where he began to think about how he was going to approach his search for a new apartment. He had kept his word, and hadn’t looked yet, but today was definitely the day. In his mind he made a list of areas he wanted to check out. Surely someone had a room they could rent him, and not everyone was a diaper freak, right? As he dried himself off he thought of what he might say if they asked where he had been living and for references. He knew she liked him but he didn’t know whether she’d feel compelled to mention to potential landlords the bedwetting incident, or the toilet incident, and he was afraid of how embarrassing that could be if word of the whole thing got out. Somehow, he’d have to swear her to secrecy, or this attempt to move out would fail.

He went to his room to dress and was as pleased not to be wearing a diaper as he was disturbed that he hadn’t received his underpants back yet. He dressed without them, meaning to ask her about them later. He went to the kitchen for breakfast. They ate waffles in silence, and as they finished, he cleared his throat.

“I’ve decided to go ahead and look for a new place,” he said. “It’s nothing personal, but the whole diaper situation has some serious drawbacks when it comes to socializing, you know. I’ve thought a lot about this, and although I like you and everything, I think I need a change.”

She smiled at this. “You just had one.” Then she nodded seriously and asked, “What will you do about your bedwetting problem? You think that will stop just because you move or stop wearing diapers?”

He hadn’t thought about that. He stood and took his dishes to the sink as he said, “I don’t know. But I do know it never happened once before I moved in, so I think it was just a fluke, or maybe related to stress. I’ve just got to trust that since I’m an adult, that kind of babyish thing won’t happen again.”

As he finished speaking he glanced at her but saw that she wasn’t looking at his face; her eyes were directed just above his knees. And then he felt it: a familiar warmth spreading through his crotch. But then he felt an unfamiliar, colder wetness spreading too. He looked down and realized in horror that he was wetting his pants! He hadn’t even noticed. He gasped in shock and embarrassment, and tried to stop, but had some trouble. By the time he clamped down enough, dark streaks ran down his legs, and his shoes were wet. He couldn’t do anything but stare at what he’d just done, something that hadn’t happened since the first grade.

He heard her say, “Looks like you’ve got more of a problem than you thought.”

“Oh, no. I…I guess it’s from this week, when I tried not to hold it. Oh, shit. I trained myself to do this whenever I had to. Damn. How long will it take to train myself back? Excuse me, I’ve got to go…”

“I think you can wait a moment,” she interrupted. “The damage appears to be done, and we’ve got some talking to do.”

He shifted weight, very uncomfortably, looking down. His legs were getting very cold. Suddenly a light flashed, and he jerked his head up. He couldn’t believe it. She’d just taken a picture of him in his wet pants! He stared, dumbfounded, no longer sure of what was going on or who was in charge anymore. She smiled at him, which didn’t help his confidence.

“I also think we both know you’re not really moving out.”

He tried to reassert his control over the situation. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. “But I am. I’m going out looking today.”

“In wet pants? That’ll go over big. I don’t think a lot of landlords are going to be interested in a bedwetter, much less one who pees in his pants.” She looked again pointedly at his crotch, which he could feel getting still colder and less comfortable. He caught himself thinking that at least when he wore diapers it felt warm and nice. He shook his head.

“But I never used to do this. I don’t ever remember this happening before now.”

“You’d have trouble convincing me of that,” she laughed. “And who do you think they’d believe? Me or you?”

He gasped. His mouth dropped open. “You wouldn’t tell them, would you?”

She paused; his heart beat wildly. “Well, you have to understand that we landlords are a closeknit bunch in this little town. We have many similar interests, financial and otherwise. I have a responsibility to share with the others any information I think they need to know. And you already know how I feel about bedwetting. So though I like you a lot, I’m afraid that’s something they’d need to know.”

His strength waned, and he felt weak in his knees. This was disastrous. He needed her help, or at least her silence, to get a good place. Last week, that seemed likely, when she’d seemed resigned to his leaving. But this week she seemed determined to force him to stay. But she couldn’t stop him if she didn’t know he was trying to move out, he thought slyly. He quickly murmured something about her being right, and that he wouldn’t leave, and then he tried to shuffle out of the kitchen to his room. He could sneak out and find a room before she knew it. But as he walked past, she froze him with her next revelation.

“That won’t work either, I’m afraid. It’s too late for covert operations. You see, I asked you to wait a week before looking around not because I thought you might change your mind, but because I needed time to notify all the other landlords in town about your little problem. I finished that yesterday. And just as I thought, all agreed that it would be `an insurmountable barrier’ to a lease. And that was before I knew about your daytime wetting problem.” She shook her head. “Can you imagine what they’d say if they knew that?”

He was stunned. Absolutely stunned. He knew she wanted him to stay, but he hadn’t suspected that she’d lie to him and blackmail him to convince him. He didn’t know whether she was telling the truth now or not, but he didn’t really want to find out. To be turned down because of wetting himself would be humiliating beyond his wildest dreams. He was screwed, completely. He staggered back into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, not wanting to sit down in his wet pants. He was silent for a moment as he made the decision, finally, to confront her.

“Why in the world are you doing this to me? What kind of a crazy old woman are you? You want to ruin my life? Well, you’re doing a pretty good job. What did I ever do to earn this? Why do you want to hurt me like this?” He was nearly crying now.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said soothingly.

“Bullshit!” he yelled. “I’ve talked to other people. You do this every year to someone. You’ve got some weird thing about diapers and making people into babies. I’ve heard about you, you bitch. You can’t deny it.”

She shook her head. “Those are rumors. If you’ll calm down a moment, I’ll tell you the truth.” He stood, arms folded, waiting. Would this be another lie, or the real thing?

“The truth is that I care deeply about the students that end up living here. They come into my home and become special to me. They pay the rent; in return I try to satisfy some of their needs while protecting my property like any landlord. Many of the boys I have are bedwetters, and the others I kind of `help’ along one way or another. How I do that is a secret, of course.”

He looked confused. She’d fabricated the bedwetting incident? How? She smiled at him. “Because whether you know it or not, you all have the same problem, which, of course, is that you’re away from your mommy for the first time and need, on some level, to be babied a little. I know what you kids need, probably better than you, because I’ve seen your kind before, and I know. If they wet the bed, fine. If they don’t, I find an excuse to treat them as if they did.”

She smiled happily at him. “I don’t tell them right away what I’m doing, because I know they’d object to this kind of help if it was offered to them all at once at the beginning. So I phase it in slowly, and when I feel that they’re ready for it all, *then* I tell them what’s going on.” With a proud smile, she said, “And now it’s your turn.”

“Turn for what? I don’t need any help,” he asked angrily.

“Well, the fact of the matter is,” she began slowly, staring straight into his flushed and angry face, “that you’re going to be my baby for a while, and I’ll serve as your mommy in this town, until I feel that you’ve adjusted enough to this college atmosphere that you don’t need my help anymore. I’ll be honest: that could be several weeks, or it could last the whole time you’re here at school. I can’t tell at this point.”

“Are you insane?” he asked incredulously. “What makes you think I want this or will let this happen?”

“It’s pretty simple,” she said calmly. “Everything we’ve done up to this point, the diapers, the changings, everything, has just been practice. Sort of an orientation for what lies ahead. Most boys have the most problem with the diapers, so I tried to phase them in gradually. And you willingly accepted them at every stage, even up through last week, when you wore them all the time, like you will from now on.”

She paused and then answered his question. “You see, I’m sure this is what’s right for you, so I made sure that it didn’t really matter *how* you felt, or if you wanted to do it. It doesn’t matter at all what you want. We’ve come this far, and I won’t let all that time and energy be wasted. There is no turning back now. When you gave me your underpants last week, I took them all to the Salvation Army,” she told him. “It’s all over, and, in fact, it has been all over since you signed your lease.”

“Wanna bet?” he challenged. “You’re crazy, and I’m getting out of here. I don’t care what you’re told the other landlords. When I explain to them what happened, they’ll understand. It’ll be a little embarrassing, but nothing compared to what happens if I stay with you! See ya.” And he stormed quickly from the room.

She caught up with him in his room as he was getting out some clean jeans and socks.

“I understand how you feel,” she said, “but I still don’t think you’ll leave. I don’t think you want me posting these fliers all over campus.”

She handed him a page that said:

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“LOST!! This year’s baby from 1169 Oak St.! May be seen wearing diapers, plastic training pants, which may be wet or dirty. If found, please return to his mommy. He’s been very bad, and he needs a spanking!”

And under the words were a picture of him in a diaper and the plastic pants, apparently taken when he was asleep, with his name and physical description. He grabbed it angrily, tore it into as many pieces as he could, and threw it onto the floor.

“I’ve got lots more,” she said quietly.

With a wave of despair he realized she’d won. He couldn’t leave, not without sacrificing his friends, shelter, and dignity. He thought briefly about leaving college, but the thought of that was even more absurd. Where would he go? His cold, wet pants only added to his misery.

He sat down on his desk chair with an uncomfortable squish, and asked through tears, “Why do you hate me?” He thought about the past several months, when he had trusted her, thinking she was just a little weird, thinking he was really *choosing* to play her game for a while, when all the time she was deceiving and manipulating him, trapping and humiliating him.

She stood next to him and ran her fingers through his hair. “Oh, sweetie, I don’t hate you. On the contrary, I care very much about you. But I had to do this to you because it’s so obviously what you need, what will be good for you. Someday I’m sure you’ll thank me, but you’ve just got to trust me for now. It won’t be so bad, you’ll see. You’ve already gotten through most of the worst, I promise. And once you accept it, it’ll make it a lot easier, too.” She talked softly to him, comforting him with a maternal flair that was honed by years of practice.

He’d stopped crying by now. “How long do I have to wear diapers *this* time?” he asked sadly.

“Like I told you, I’m not sure. At least through the end of this semester, but probably longer. There’s a good chance you’ll wear them for your whole four years here. We’ll just have to take it a day at a time.”

He sat in silence for a moment, shaking his head slowly and trying to let his situation sink in. “I can’t believe I have to wear diapers again.”

She nodded sympathetically. “Most boys think that they’re worse than the other stuff, but you’ll get used to it all.”

He looked at her, worried. “What other stuff?”

“Oh, do you want to go over it now?” she asked. “Well, I guess we should.”

“*What* other stuff? There’s more?!” he asked unhappily. He’d missed this point somehow.

“Oh, yes, sweetie. Diapers are only one part of being a baby,” she laughed. “For starters, I don’t know if you noticed the attachments on the bed for railings, but it’s a pretty secure crib when we get it put together. Then there are the clothes, which are just darling. They were made by some of my retired friends, who love to see them modeled each year; they’ve been dying to meet you, but, of course, I’ve had to wait to introduce you until after today. I’ve also got some lovely footed sleepers with wrist ties, some toddler pants complete with snaps…you’ll love them. I’ve also got a nice high chair we need to bring down from the attic, where I stored your changing table, and some pretty bibs. We’ll need to get those cupboard locks back out, because you may not like your new diet, which will change kind of drastically. And the bathrooms will stay locked, of course, but that won’t be a problem, since you won’t have to bathe yourself anymore. You’ll love some of the toys I’ve accumulated; you’ll spend countless hours playing with them in your playpen, I’m sure.”

She smiled at him as he sat in shock. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but if you got through the diapers, you should get through this eventually.”

He just sat there, in shock, his world spinning around him. What would that sophomore girl say? Somehow he didn’t think he stood much of a chance to date her now. And his parents and friends: how could he keep this a secret?

“Well, let’s get those wet pants off of you. She led him into the changing room and helped him remove the sopping jeans. She used baby wipes to dry him as he stood there, overwhelmed with shame at not having noticed his babification over the past several months. How could this have happened? How would he ever endure?

She interrupted his musings as she sat on the edge of the room’s only chair, saying:

“One more thing. You’ve said several naughty words recently, and you tried to lie to me about not moving out a little while ago, so I think it’s time you got acquainted with an important concept in a baby’s life: discipline.”

She sat on the chair and patted her knees expectantly, indicating that he take the appropriate position over them. He shook his head sadly and his eyes teared up as he slowly walked over to her.

This story is written by Babydoc

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Chapter 2

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Kolt’s Guilty pleasure

Kolt's Guilty pleasureThe Jock Unicorn Had just finished his last class for the day at college the 21 year old had been holding it in all afternoon and needed to go to the bathroom really bad. But this was his plan all along To hold himself till his bladder just could not hold it any longer. It was a fun little game he would love to play every so often and today was the day he decided to play it. The sophomore Jock walked down the hall and out of the building walking past all the busy students running about campus while he looked around for a privet place to be naughty. He headed down to the gym building quickening his pace as his bladder gave a critical warning a small amount of pee squirted into his paw patrol underoos only worn on days when he doesn’t have football practice and having to change in the locker room.
He stopped for a moment and grabbed himself hopping from one hoof to the other for a moment doing a little potty dance to regain his control. Standing there for a moment with one paw on his crotch gripping his sheath he softly whined a he was desperate now for release. He looked around and there were a couple of furs looking at him to witch he just gave a smile and nod before starting off again barely able to keep himself from releasing right there and then. He rounds the corner of the gym to the more shady side of the building that faced away from campus. He leans himself against the wall and looks down at his crotch his heart was racing and he could feel his bladder muscles already failing the only thing left to do was to let himself go and it would happen. He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes in his mind repeating the little tease he remembers when he actually did have an accident when he was very young at school.
He let his crotch go and instantly warm Stallion piss splashed the inside of his underoos soaking them completely while the front of his jean shorts started to show a dark patch rapidly grow from his crotch down. A soft whine again escaped his muzzle as the voices in his head repeated ” Oh my gosh guys look Kolts peeing his pants.” the laughter from the kids on the playground from when he was 5 echoed loudly ” WOW he really is I guess he’s just a pee pants baby. BABY COLT! BABY COLT!.” the kids teased him for months afterwards asking if his mommy put him back in diapers. Then a sigh escaped his muzzle as half his bladder had emptied into his pants and the relief washed over himself like a wave while a puddle of shame formed at his pink hooves.
He continued to pee himself completely till his bladder was empty only then did he look down and let out a childish Giggle followed by a sarcastic “oopsie” as he stared at his soaked pants. His muzzle flush with embarrassment of the thought that he would now have to walk back to his Frat house in completely soaked shorts and childish underoos. Hope no one sees?! or maybe Hope someone sees!

Draw and everything by babylevithan

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/31496751/

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Kenny Part 8

This story is written by Les Lea

When Jake arrived home he took one look at me and asked if I was now a baby. I laughed because I’d seen my reflection in the mirror and had to agree, with the puffed out diaper, rubber pants and a t-shirt that hardly covered anything, that is precisely what I looked like. However, I immediately wrestled him to the ground and as we play-fought I asked him if a baby could pin him down like I was doing, or tickle him until he squealed. I remembered the last time Kenny and I had tickled him, he’d wet himself and I was in two minds whether to try and make that happen again, just so I could tease him. My mind raced to the consequences… of seeing mum wondering what was happening to her sons. Her remedy, I imagined, would be to immediately offer my little wet brother some kind of safeguard so, as I would be in my thick diaper, perhaps he would look cute in those racing car, slightly padded, pull-ups.

However, he was still in his school uniform, so that would mean extra washing for mum and more importantly, I’m not that type of brother. We do get angry at one and other but usually it will last a few minutes and then we’re back to normal. Still, with us rolling around the floor, he got to grips with my rubber pants and thick diaper. I suppose like any inquisitive kid he was just checking things out and he was giggling the whole time. In the end I let him win. Sitting on my padded mound and declaring himself victor just had me laughing as much as he was… and… I love my brother and wouldn’t want to harm or embarrass him just to make me feel better.

Any possible embarrassing moment soon passed. Mum explained that I’d just caught some bug and this was all a precaution. Whether Jake was convinced, having seen all the new powders and diapers stacked in the room, he never said, but things settled down when I asked him to tell me about his sleepover. It seems that he’d had a pretty cool weekend himself staying at Armi Patel’s place with four other boys from his grade. They’d camped out, in the Patel’s back garden, and Mr Patel had a telescope, which he’d used to explain about the stars and planets, and had shown them Saturn… close-up. So, at this particular sleepover, his rocket covered PJs had proved very popular and all the boys decided they wanted some. Jake was very pleased with himself for starting a trend.

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Mum calling me to get up and get ready for school roused me from the best night’s sleep I’d had for a few days. I was still in my thick defence and cautiously examined myself for any further accidents. I was dry… hoorah… I was dry and not messy. Mum came in and saw the relief on my face.

She smiled. “Come on, get up, we don’t want you missing another day of school.”

I was eager to prove I was still dry and almost insisted that she check my diaper herself, which, after much provoking, she did and told me I was a “Good boy… now get washed and then decide what you’ll wear today.”

A dry night had improved my confidence a little, and I thought that as I would be awake, the chances of me accidentally wetting while at school would be minimal. However, Kenny had said he was back in almost permanent disposables for the foreseeable future (he’d had a couple of bad messy nights himself) so I thought I’d compliment his bulging padding with something of my own. I pulled on two pull-ups and put my plastic pants on over them, the rubber ones being too thick to wear with my shorts, so he wouldn’t be alone in diapers at school.

***

When mum was transferred to her new job, part of the deal was that Jake and I would be sent to the top school in the area. She’d read the prospectus and liked what Oakland offered, even if they were a bit more strict about school dress, social manners and general teaching, she wanted the best for her boys. I never gave much thought to just how bad my other school was until, with smaller classes, and a much more rigid way of learning, I suddenly found myself quite good at subjects that had never interested me before. I’m sure part of that, or more probably, the reason for that, was Kenny. His friendship, enthusiasm, even temper and keenness to learn, had rubbed off on me and I was desperate to prove myself worthy of being a friend to my blond angel.

It wasn’t like we spent the entire time together. We had a few different classes and he spent plenty of time with his sporting mates at break or after school. I had a few other friends but none in the league of Kenny and certainly none I would share any intimacies as I did with him. With his parents in such busy and demanding jobs, and the fact that he was a very popular boy, there were times when I didn’t spend as much time as I would have liked in his company. When at last we were able to come together, he was always happy; the hug, smiles, compliments and enthusiastic conversations that followed always made me feel relieved… and special.

He already knew about my ‘messy’ problem because his mother had told him and we’d spoken on the telephone about it. I think he, like his mummy had done, was trying not make a big deal about it and when he saw that I’d taken precautions with the double pull-ups, he laughed at my inventiveness and hugged me in appreciation. He must have realised that it was done for him as much as I’d done it for myself and if I could make Kenny smile… well… it made my day.

***

Over the next few days mum was working very hard at the bank and then coming home to work at the computer on some other important project. She always made time for me and Jake but we could both tell that she was looking exhausted and, for the first time in a long while, a bit worried. She announced that Auntie Rose was coming to stay for a week as she had to go off to a conference in the capital and then on to some meetings at the bank’s head office, so would be away for a two or three nights.

I didn’t want to cause mum any further concerns so took to diapering myself on a night just to be on the safe side. As it was, I only wet a little one night but managed to recognise what was happening, wake up and get to the bathroom in time to finish the job… so to speak. The thick diaper I’d been wearing had served its purpose and nothing else got wet. However, I was grateful it had been there to soak up my pee when I couldn’t help myself and the experience convinced me that I slept a lot easier if I was wearing some form of protection.

***

We hadn’t seen Auntie Rose since we moved west. In fact, we hadn’t seen any of our friends from back home although we had spoken occasionally on the phone or sent e-mails. Dad was still living there but had more or less cut us from his life now he had another family to look after. I was quite sad about this, and I’d get upset sometimes thinking about how it could have been when I watched Kenny and his daddy playing together. Up at the lake I was getting a bit down at seeing all those families where the kids had a mum and a dad… that was until I saw Buddy getting spanked by his stepdad… then I was suddenly glad I only had a loving mother to think about.

When Jake and I arrived home from school on Friday Auntie Rose had already arrived, she was sat at the kitchen table with mum and they were in deep conversation. That didn’t stop us throwing ourselves at her in an enthusiastic greeting and bombarding her with questions and hugs. She told us how smart we both looked in our uniforms, how much we’d grown and I was eager to point out my ‘A’ rated story still stuck to the fridge. She told me that mum had already told her how proud she was of my achievements and that she suspected I had a future in writing books as a living. She always was a very positive force was Aunty Rose and we always liked to be around her, she had some great ideas for fun and games.

Before we dragged her off to show her our rooms and toys… and we both knew that she would have brought us gifts, although we were too polite to ask for them, I noticed mum was looking a bit apprehensive. I asked her if she was OK but she half smiled and said that she had to speak at the conference and had to give a report. I went to the fridge and took down my story and gave it to her, telling her that she could use it if it would help. Both her and auntie burst into huge fits of laughter and I was pleased that I was the cause of so much joy. Aunty Rose ushered us in to the living room while mum finished getting the meal ready.

***

Jake received a model rocket from the latest Sci-Fi show he was enjoying and auntie had bought me a new game for my Xbox, she also said she had something else for us but we’d have to wait for that.
We were intrigued but no matter how many times we asked her what it was she wouldn’t say.

Later in the evening a taxi arrived to take mum off to the airport and we were left a little sad that we wouldn’t be seeing her for a few days. We’d never been without mum since… well… ever… we had always been together so this was quite a wrench for both of us, although Jake was more tearful than me… I was still quite upset.

It was getting late and Auntie Rose said it was time for bed but we were to have a bath first. Once she’d run it we both got in and had some fun as she washed and played ‘dive-bombers’ with us. Water was splashing everywhere and we had auntie soaked through in seconds… she just laughed and splashed us back. It was fun and we’d forgotten about how sad we were by the time she had us dried off and looking for our pajamas.

“Hold it boys,” she said. “I have something else for you guys… I hope you like them. I thought they might be fun.” And she produced two new presents from underneath a towel.

We excitedly ripped open the packages to find that auntie, who was always clever at making things, had made us individual ‘fun’ onesies. She helped Jake into his bright green and yellow footed onesie that was in the design of a dinosaur. He looked so sweet in it but I saw a nervous look pass over her face wondering if it wasn’t too childish for him. It wasn’t. He loved it and thanked her with a huge kiss on the cheek. He growled as he ran off pawing the air and roaring at… well nothing in particular. I was standing with just a towel around me when she looked at me to see what my reaction was to my present. It was very strange. She had made me a white onesie, which, with the hood up, looked like a fluffy rabbit… not unlike the one Kenny wore in my dream. I didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t my type of thing as I like to have my legs free when I sleep, but the fact that it was one Kenny had worn, even if only in my dream, I wanted it. After all, Kenny had told me he had a few onesies in his possession and loved them. I kissed my thanks and saw relief flood from Aunty Rose who was glad her presents had gone down well.

***

When auntie lived with us, after dad had gone, she used to make clothes for Jake and me all the time. She was brilliant with a sewing machine and if you gave her a piece of material, any material, she could conjure up an amazing shirt or skirt or pair of pants. On many occasions she would have produced, almost overnight, matching outfits for us boys to wear. I remember going to the park in newly made little sailor suits that had all the other mummies there making a huge fuss. We always had something different to the other kids, which seemed a matter of pride to both auntie and mum.

Jake was happy to spend the rest of the night in his onesie, however, I was too hot in mine and after wearing it for just a few minutes told auntie that I needed to change back to my shorts.

“Oh, I’m sorry Simon, I forgot… your mother told me you needed to wear… erm… protection at night…”

I felt that the world had opened up to swallow me, why would mum tell Aunty Rose… she knows I can take care of myself. At that moment I was angry at mum for what I saw as betraying a secret but auntie didn’t seem judgemental, she just nodded and said.

“So let’s get you organised.”

As she ushered me into my bedroom I was trying to say that I could do it myself but she had already started pulling diapers, plastic pants, cream and lotions from the cupboard.

“Your mum said that you prefer cloth diapers to sleep in… is that right?”

“It’s OK auntie… I can do it myself… I am…”

“Not to worry, let’s get you in these things and then we can watch TV for a while.”

It is hard to protest against anything that auntie does because she is such a whirlwind for getting things done. She’d sorted through the diapers and had them spread out on my bed in a matter of moments, then had me powdered and pinned into a thick diaper the next second. She folded the material into a triangle and, unlike mother who used two diaper pins at my hips, auntie folded all the points of the triangle to meet in the center and used one big pin to hold it together. She then asked me if one diaper was enough. I just nodded and she held up a couple of different colored pairs of pants and asked which I preferred. She ended up pulling a pair of pale blue ones up and then asked if I needed anything else.
I shook my head and tried to put on a pair of my boxer shorts, it was a struggle but eventually I had them over the slippery material and together with a pale blue t-shirt joined Jake who was sitting on the sofa, growling as he watched a nature program about bears.

Jake looked brilliant in his dinosaur onesie but had fallen asleep within five minutes so auntie took him off to bed. Once she’d got him settled we sat watching a comedy together and it was nice to have her around. She let me crawl up next to her and snuggle into her lap where she put a comforting arm around me and gently stroked my hair. I too was quite sleepy but managed to stay awake until the end of the program when she led me to my room, kissed me goodnight and said, as I was dropping off, that she’d make me something special for tomorrow.

***
Saturday morning Jake was picked up by the Munroes, as their son James was having a play day and then a sleepover that evening. He disappeared off with his backpack, complete with dinosaur onesie which he wanted to show off to his friends and we didn’t expect to see him again until Sunday afternoon.

So it was just me and auntie, who took me shopping with her to the mall. She bought several items, some fabric, various patterns and other bits and bobs – none of which I took much notice of, but the best bit was having lunch in the food court. It’s rare that I’m allowed burgers, mum doesn’t let us eat what she calls ‘junk food’ even though I quite like it, so this was a treat I really enjoyed; burgers, French fries, a caramel milkshake and a toy, what better way was there to spend lunchtime?

The toy was a rocket, which I decided was more appropriate for Jake, so slipped it into my shorts pocket, where I could feel the double pair of pull-ups I’d put on myself that morning (after another wet-free night) before auntie came in to check. Yes, I was up and dressed and playing the new game on my Xbox when she eventually got up, so I didn’t have to do any explaining… she could see the diaper on top of the pail was dry.

When we got home the weather had clouded over and it looked like it might rain so I settled in front of the TV, hooked up the Xbox and played my game all afternoon. Auntie had found mum’s old sewing machine and set about making something, I suspected it was new drapes as mum had mentioned in the past that we needed some new ones for the spare room… and that’s where auntie was sleeping now.

***

The new Xbox game was fantastic and I didn’t appreciate how quickly time passed, when auntie called me for dinner, it had gotten quite late. However, without being aware, when I got up to go to the kitchen I suddenly realised I had wet myself. The double pull-ups were quite sodden and my shorts seemed to be as damp as the rest of me because I hadn’t been wearing any plastic pants. I wanted to avoid auntie seeing me so, rushed to the bathroom to change as quickly as I could. However, the smell of pee is quite distinctive and auntie noticed before I had even reached the bathroom door.

“Hold it young man.” She ordered and I stood rooted to the spot. “What have you done?”

“Sorry auntie… erm… I’ve…erm… accidently… err…” and turned around to show her my bulging soaked shorts.

“Now, that is unfortunate…” she said without any malice or anger, “let’s get you washed up and changed so we can then eat.”

I stripped out of all my clothes, and at auntie’s insistence, took a long shower. When I reappeared in my bedroom auntie was waiting for me and for one moment I wondered if she was going to spank me. Why I wondered this I wasn’t sure but since the Buddy incident, I suspected that I’d be punished at some point for wetting. That wasn’t the case. Auntie just made sure I was clean and dry and had those triangles of diaper fabric lain out on my bed. I didn’t feel I was in a position to argue my independence and let her powder me. She told funny stories about when I was a baby and she used to change me. While rubbing some oil into my groin she remembered an incident when the oil had squirted everywhere, which had us both laughing. She had more memories as the powder rained down on me and any embarrassment I might have had with my auntie changing me evaporated with each burst of the giggles. She put one diaper around me and fastened it, then, as she said, just to be sure, she tightly pinned a second one over the first. She pulled the thick rubber pants over them all and it looked massive and I worried about how I was going to be able to walk but then she produced another item I wasn’t expecting.

***

I thought she’d bought me a new t-shirt, it was pale yellow with blue cuffs and she told me to hold my hands up. I did as I was told and she pulled it over my head, fed my arms in and slowly unravelled it down my body. When she got slightly passed my immense diaper the fabric stopped and I saw that there was more to it. There were little studs across the two sides of the fabric and when she pulled them together, they fastened between my legs.

“I know you prefer to have your legs uncovered when you sleep,” she said taking in my surprise, “so, I made you these and hope you like them.”

This all happened so fast. One minute I’m in the shower, the next I’m bound in an ultra-thick diaper and fastened into a short-legged onesie. It felt like it was gripping my diaper and pushing it up into my body. The legs of the rubber pants could just be seen but overall the item was very effective in holding everything tightly in. Auntie explained that the studs were for easy release so that if I did wet myself, I could be changed quickly. I remembered that Jake had a few of these little easy-change onesies when he was a baby, and they fastened in the same place for exactly the same reason. I wasn’t sure why auntie had made me a grown-up version but, after my initial shock, I thought it was quite cool and bet that Kenny would love something like this. After all, hadn’t he dreamt of me wearing something like this already?

***

With just Auntie Rose and me, it was a very relaxed evening. After the meal, which I must admit felt funny sitting at the table in my excessively padded onesie, we settled down to a night of watching TV. Although I had a slight waddle if I walked, once I was sitting on the sofa, snuggled up against auntie, it all seemed perfect. Auntie had me laughing when she came up with a game as we watched TV. Every time a certain word was spoken, or we spotted a red car, we had to make a silly noise. Auntie came up with some fantastic sounds that had us both rolling around the sofa hardly able to contain ourselves and often missing great chunks of the show as we tried to pull ourselves together.

Later she went off to make my favourite drink, hot chocolate milk and on her return I was surprised to see what she’d put it in – a baby’s bottle. I looked at her in bewilderment and wondered why she thought I’d drink from a something like that.

“That’s not mine…” I tried to explain. “I don’t need a bottle… I’m not a baby”

“Oh sorry Si. I saw it in amongst your diapers and plastic pants and thought it might be something you used… occasionally.” She offered as a reasonable reason.

I looked at her dumbfounded. I’d just said I wasn’t a baby yet here I was wearing diapers, rubber pants and a snap on onesie, no wonder she thought it was appropriate.

“Look,” she tapped the sofa next to her beckoning me closer, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to… but… I think you’d enjoy it… aaaannnddd…” she drew out the word, “it would be like it was when I used to look after you when you were a little baby.”

She smiled and again invited me to come and sit next to her. “But I’m not a little baby auntie. I don’t want to be a little baby…”

She shrugged her shoulders, “It’s OK Si… I know you aren’t… but… to me you are the sweetest boy I know.” She tapped her lap and invited me to sit there. “I would love to feed you this lovely bottle of chocolate milk like I used to.” I still wasn’t too sure. “It’ll be fun… there’s no one here except you and me so I won’t tell anyone if you don’t… and I think you’ll enjoy it.”

She could see me wavering so held out her hand, which I took, and gently pulled me onto her lap. She hugged me close and patted my diapered bottom and said what a lovely boy I was. I snuggled up close and once she knew I was ready brought the bottle to my lips and let the rubber teat slip between them.
As I sucked in the warm liquid she started gently rocking me and whispering encouraging words, which soothed me as much as the milk.

It was delicious and as I sucked in more I suddenly remembered some of Kenny’s words about why he liked being a baby. He felt… safe… and right at that moment I could completely understand his point of view because I also had never felt so safe.

This story is written by Les Lea

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An Embarrassing Situation

An Embarrassing SituationFortunately pacifiers help.

Furrys in this drawing belongs to tfbaxxter and DamianTheDolphin

Draw by arkham-insanity

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Aww poor fox looks like he have ended up whit a messy diaper during playtime :( That sure can be kind of embarrass special if you are not alone.

Good thing the pacifier can be there and give you some sort of comfort so you dont end up being a fuzzy fox in front of your friend.

But it sure seems like he dont mind that you have ended up whit a messy diaper :) Accident can happen and it is nothing to be blushing about :)

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