Diaper References

I am frustrated that media uses adult diapers to portray a negative image of public figures, such as politicians.  I think this sort of negative imagery would tend to cause some viewers to assume people with disabilities, who use adult diapers for there intended purpose, are less equal/valued members of society.  I remember when Trump spoke negatively of a reporter who had a disability, I was pissed to put it bluntly.  When the media portrays a public figure wearing adult diapers as less of a person, I think they are not being kind and helping to create a shameful image of people who use adult diapers for there intended purpose.  Am I missing or forgetting something?  Do you think I am wrong for this line of thinking?  Please feel free to add your thoughts.  If you agree with my thoughts above, what can we do to stop the media from using adult diapers to belittle someone?    

Chapter 2: Two Thirty One  She took a quick glance at her watch and then back to her classroom.  "Okay, artists," she announced, clapping twice. "We're in the home stretch." Jessica raised her hand. "What if I need another twenty minutes?" "You don't have twenty minutes." "What if I do, though?" "You definitely don't." "What if I really, really do?" Jessica announced dramatically. Eli laughed. "You can continue your artistic vision tomorrow." Jessica sighed heavily. The sigh of a child being asked to endure unimaginable hardship. Two twenty six. The pressure in her bladder had gone from mildly annoying to nearly impossible to ignore. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Then immediately regretted it. Watching time move never actually made it move faster. It just made you painfully aware of how slowly it insisted on passing.  And somehow only a minute had passed since she had last checked. By now the class was almost over though, and Eli had become the conductor of a very chaotic orchestra. "Tyler, drying rack." "Ximena, in the sink, please." "Derek, please stop flicking water." "I'm not." "Derek, I can see you." "I'm barely flicking water." "No amount of flicking water is the correct amount of flicking water." A few kids giggled. Derek lowered his paintbrush. The room slowly began shifting into cleanup mode. Or at least what passed for cleanup mode in an elementary school. Children cleaned classrooms with all the urgency of continental drift. Somewhere near the sink, someone dropped a pair of scissors. A glue bottle rolled off a table. A student accidentally splashed water across the back counter. Jessica needed help carrying something. Dylan had forgotten where the drying racks were. Again. She looked at her watch. Two twenty seven. Three minutes. The finish line was right there. So painfully close she could practically picture the quiet staff restroom at the end of the hall. The little sign on the door, the lock clicking shut behind her, the sink... ...and best of all, the toilet. She almost laughed. Imagine being thirty four years old and fantasizing about a toilet. Honestly, she felt a little sad about it. "Ms. D?" She blinked. Noah held up his sculpture. “Okay, tell me that doesn’t look like an octopus.” Eli leaned closer. It looked remarkably like a pineapple. A pineapple with things glued to it. “Well...” She tilted her head. “I can see where you’re going with it.” “It has eight arms.” He pointed to the strands of yarn sticking out from the sides. “Well, that’s an excellent quality in an octopus.” “And a hat.” She squinted. It did, in fact, have a hat. A tiny black paper top hat glued precariously to the side of its paper mache head.. “Obviously,” Eli said. Noah grinned. “He’s fancy.” "Every good octopus should have a hat." "I thought so." "You thought correctly." He beamed. Eli smiled back. There it was again, even through all of it. That little feeling she still got after all these years. The one that had somehow survived countless staff meetings, parent emails, mystery stickiness on classroom tables, and catching every cold that wandered through Room B12 because kids seemed physically incapable of covering their mouths when they sneezed. The feeling that made all of it worth it. The feeling that could make an octopus wearing a top hat seem like a perfectly reasonable thing to take seriously. Her bladder, though, was thoroughly unimpressed by the octopus and made its presence known again Right. One crisis at a time. Two twenty eight. Two minutes. She could wait two minutes. Absolutely. Probably. Hopefully. Truthfully... She wasn't entirely sure anymore. "Okay, Class, Class! Last call! If it isn't on the drying rack, in your backpack, or it doesn't have your name on it, it's going to the Island of Forgotten Projects." A chorus of complaints rose from around the room. "No fair!" "I still need tape!" "I forgot my name!" “You forgot your name?” Eli asked, feigning alarm. “I mean, I forgot to write my name.” “Oh.” Eli placed a hand over her heart. “I was starting to get worried.” A few kids laughed. “Names on everything,” she added, pointing toward the drying rack. “I don't want any mysterious, orphaned sculptures in here tomorrow.” That did it. The room erupted into motion. Children scrambled for backpacks and projects and pencils with sudden, miraculous speed, suddenly very interested in making sure their work had been properly identified before the bell rang. It never ceased to amuse her.Tell them to clean up ten minutes early and they moved like sloths. Threaten their artwork and suddenly they became Olympic sprinters. "Derek, if I turn around and find water on the ceiling..." "I'm not splashing anymore!" "Anymore?" He froze, hand still dripping wet. “..well in my defense, the water was already there.” Eli blinked. “Derek.” I’m just saying. I’m not responsible for gravity.” The class laughed. Eli laughed too. Then immediately regretted it. She froze. Her smile momentarily faltering . The laugh had involved muscles. Muscles that currently had much more pressing responsibilities. She felt the warmth begin again. More than before. Eli immediately tightened everything she could, trying to shut it down. For a moment, it worked. She shifted her weight and another brief leak escaped before she could stop it. She held her breath and concentrated. Not yet. Please. Just a little longer. Mercifully, the dismissal bell finally rang. The sound seemed to travel through her entire body. Children stood up. Chairs scraped. Backpacks flew onto shoulders. Eli smiled. A perfectly normal teacher smile. One that concealed the fact that she was currently negotiating with her bladder like a hostage negotiator trying to talk someone down from a ledge. "Great work today, everybody. I'll see you all tomorrow." The students began trickling out in a chorus of goodbyes. Slowly. Painfully. One forgot a lunchbox. Another needed to tie a shoe. Tyler wanted reassurance that his dragon still looked like a dragon. "It absolutely does." "Even with the feathers?" "Especially with the feathers." He nodded, satisfied, and disappeared into the hallway. Silence. The classroom seemed to exhale. Maybe she did too. Sunlight stretched across the tables in long golden rectangles. Above her, the paper mache possum turned lazily in the breeze from the air conditioner, continuing its quiet judgment of the room. She'd made it during her second year of teaching out of newspaper, masking tape, and sheer determination; and somehow, it had become a permanent resident of Room B12. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath. Then another. The room was a disaster, but it could wait Her keys sat beside the untouched coffee. She snatched them from the desk, grabbed her tote bag from the back of her chair, and headed straight for the door. She walked quickly. Not running. Running never helped. Besides, teachers technically weren't supposed to run in the hallways. But certainly, she was walking with purpose. The hallway outside was nearly empty now, except for a few lingering students. Voices echoed faintly from another wing of the school. Someone laughed. A classroom door clicked shut somewhere down the hall. Outside, the distant sound of cars pulling out of the parking lot drifted through the open front doors. The staff restroom sat at the far end of the hall between the copy room and a supply closet. A hundred feet. Maybe less. She'd walked that hallway thousands of times, but today it felt impossibly long. She made it a little over halfway before she knew it. No. No, no, no. Not now. Not when she was this close. It started with a few warm drops. She stopped walking. As though standing still might somehow help. She took another step. Another. A little more. The restroom was just a few feet away. She tried to hold on with every muscle she had. She really did. But it was too late. Her bladder had already decided what it was going to do, and there was nothing she could do about it. She could feel the warmth spreading, taking any last bit of hope with it. It wasn't the worst accident she'd ever had. It wasn't even close. But it was enough. Enough to know she had lost. Enough to know there wasn't any stopping it now. Enough to make her stop in the middle of the hallway and stare at absolutely nothing while heat crept into her face. "Seriously?" she muttered. The hallway remained unsympathetic. Construction paper fish smiled down at her from a bulletin board.  A watercolor self-portrait from a second grader seemed vaguely concerned. A cheerful green dragon on a poster next to her proudly declared: YOU DID IT! "Yeah," Eli muttered.  "Thanks." She looked down automatically. Her black pants had taken the brunt of it, but at least they hid it well. A small mercy. It was moments like these that reminded her why she had stopped wearing light colors almost a year ago. Thank god for black pants, Eli thought gloomily . After a long, slow breath, she composed herself and kept walking. By the time she reached the restroom, it felt almost pointless. Too little, too late. She was less devastated and more just exhausted .  Exhausted and annoyed. Annoyed at herself. Annoyed at her body. Annoyed that she'd spent the last eight minutes counting down to use a bathroom that was less than a minute’s walk away and still she hadn't been able to make it. At least she'd made it through class. That had to count for something. The bar had become alarmingly low lately. Congratulations, she thought. You didn't have an accident in the middle of class. You waited until after the bell rang to pee yourself. Gold star. She unlocked the restroom door. Small victories. Very, very small victories.

Wow two chapters ! And now dylan has playmates 

Here's the next chapter! Enjoy! Chapter 26: A New Day "Well, look what the cat dragged in!" said someone at the other end of the table, and we all turned to look. Sure enough, it was Billy, his clearly soaked and yellow diaper sagging and swinging between his legs with each step. He was flanked by Jason and the other two guys we had met in the bathroom the other day. Just as before, one of them held up his phone, clearly aiming to document Baby Billy's first public feeding for posterity. "Found this guy looking mighty hangry in his crib... Looks like he had a big fit before I got him out," said the tall and muscular jock who was 'helping' Billy into the breakfast room. "Leggo of me," growled Billy, struggling as he waddled forward. "Or what?" asked the man, whose name was Bull. "Or I'll... I'll..." Billy's face went red with effort. "I'll snuggle your tummy!" "Awwwww!!!" Everyone in the room collectively melted. Baby Billy had just said the most sickeningly adorable words that had ever come out of his mouth and nothing Billy did could take it back. The flustered bully was covering his mouth in shock, not believing he had just said what he had said, but pretty soon he was strapped in his high chair and his arms were forced down so that he couldn't cover anything.. Now, his red face and his soggy yellow diaper was exposed in clear view for everyone to see. "Can I help?" asked David, jumping up from his seat to join the feeding crew. He was clearly very eager to participate in the feeding. "Sure you can," said Jason, smirking. "You have any experience feeding babies or babysitting?" "No idea," said David, his smile never faltering. "Can you show me how?" Jason puffed up his chest. It was amazing how only a couple of days watching me in math class was enough to make Jason feel like an expert. I watched him narrate his feeding for David, and hand the spoon over for David to practice next. "You take a spoonful of oatmeal like this, and blow on it, see, to make sure it's not too hot for baby's mouth. It can help to take a little taste to show baby how nummy it is... Mmmmm nummy! Now you try." "Mmmmm! Nummy!" "No, no, more convincing, like this. MMMMM NUMMMYYYYY!" I watched as the two guys took turns eating the oatmeal and acting like it was really delicious while Billy fumed from his high chair, struggling and unable to get out from behind the big tray. "We'd better not eat too much, though, since there's some special ingredients in this oatmeal." "Ingredients? What ingredients?" asked Billy, looking wary, but Jason and David were completely ignoring him. "So then you make a biiiig plane or train or motorboat noise and bring the food in... down the hatch! Oh, he's stubborn, well let me show you some tricks...." The two men took turns shoveling oatmeal into Billy's mouth and practicing various methods of forcing him to open up for the choo choo. "Heyyyymmpph! GULP! Knock if oomppphhhh! GULP! Don't feed me that crap-mmmmhhhhh!! GULP! Yuk!" I guessed Billy wasn't an oatmeal person, but the boys didn't seem to mind the taste. They were laughing and talking over Billy's head like he wasn't even there, and even though they played it off like they couldn't understand the oversized tyke, I was sure they knew exactly what they were doing. I could especially tell with David because of the obvious erection he was sporting the whole time he was feeding the stubborn tyke. At least that's what I saw as I watched between bites of my own nummy num nums. "Hey! No biting, Billy. If you want to keep those teeth, you'll be a good boy and let us feed you. Otherwise, I'm sure Dr. Windelmann would be happy to make sure you never bite again!" Billy's face went white and he shook his head. He was a lot more cooperative after that, though no more happy about his meal. "He's just being a grouch," said Tank, chuckling and patting me on the shoulder. "A little more training and he'll be happy as a clam being fed and babied all day every day." "Really?" I asked, looking doubtful. "Trust me," said Tank. "I know that you got to keep your adult faculties and thoughts, even if you are the cutest little guy on campus, but this one...," Tank cocked a thumb toward my ex-tormentor, "he's going straight to toddler town. Director's orders." Then, Tank lowered his voice to a whisper as he continued. "He knows too much to be allowed to think like an adult. Trade secrets and all that." I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head. "Knows too much, huh? Does he know anything you don't?" "Oh yeah! For one thing, I'm not trying to take over the campus with hypnosis. I'm just a big cuddle bear who likes to help my little ones..." "You can say that again." I blushed as I thought about just how much Tank had helped me these past few days - and how intimately. "So you think he might know about the shit that Dr. S gets up to?" "Well, yeah, probably. He's part of the R&D team, believe it or not, so..." "I see..." I wondered if I should try and talk to Billy before his brain turned to mush. Not that I looked forward to spending any more time with the little terror than I had to. I shook off the involuntary shudder that came over me as I imagined sharing a playpen with the big brat, but then I looked down at the thick wet and squishy yellow diaper between my own legs and sighed. If there was anyone who could give me and Tank the valuable information we needed to get out of this mess, it was Billy. I blurted out a request to Tank before I could change my mind. "I want to play with Billy after breakfast, please." "You what?" asked Tank, nearly dropping his spoon. "Are you sure you're feeling well?" "Of course I am," I told Tank, pushing his hand away from my forehead. I made a motion for him to bring his head down so I could whisper in his ear. Tank listened as I told him my plan. He looked at me and rubbed his chin a moment, and then finally said, "Well, okay. But I'm going to be in the room too. If he hurts you, I'm going to be right there to keep you safe." "That's going to make things a little difficult, Tank, considering you two aren't on the best of terms... What about... I dunno, David?" I nodded over to my former Bestie who was practically creaming his pants over the spectacle of the big babied bully. "Yeah, about David..." Tank needn't have said anything. David's ulterior interests were as plain as the growing stain on the front of his basketball shorts. "Yeah, I'm going to have to enact a few safety measures before I let him babysit either of you two..." I shrugged. It didn't matter to me what safety measures Tank chose, as long as he wasn't in the room when I spoke to Billy. "Deal." "Good, little man," said Tank, and we shook on it. "Looks like your oatmeal's all done, baby boy, so we're gonna give you a baba and then we have one more thing to do before playtime." "Oh yeah? What's that?" He poked the soggy squishy diaper that was forcing my legs apart and gave me a knowing smile. "Diaper change." I was shocked that I had forgotten about that little detail. I barely even noticed it was there until I looked down and realized that it had swollen to about twice the size it was when we came to breakfast. I looked back up at Tank, keenly aware of the thick wet diaper poofing out from my butt and crotch like a giant marshmallow. "This isn't going to be another... public diaper change, is it?" I asked in a hushed voice so no one would overhear me. "I mean... with an audience?" "It'll be in the changing room upstairs," Tank said, smiling brightly like it was completely natural for that to be the case. Tank was happy as a clam at the prospect of diapering me in front of an audience, but it was still a lot for me. I wondered if I would ever get used to this new life. At least I wasn't the house mascot, whatever difference that might make "I'm sure the showers and bathrooms will be pretty busy, and you are pretty cute to watch, so you might get an audience. I can't help you there, buddy boy, that's up to you. If you don't want an audience you gotta stop bein so adorable!" I rolled my eyes but still smiled to myself all the same. Tank was really sweet even if his humor was edging into dad territory. Tank nodded over to Jason and David, who were finishing up with a dazed and very stuffed looking Billy. I watched as Billy's normally fit tummy bulged out over the tray. He groaned as the tray was removed, releasing the pressure on his full belly, which now bulged out over his wet and swollen diaper. Jason wiped Billy's messy face off with a warm wet washcloth and I sputtered in surprise as I felt something warm and wet cover my own face. "Whoa! Sorry there, big guy," said Tank. "You made a bit of a mess there. I didn't mean to surprise you!" I blushed. I hadn't realized my face was messy too. I kept forgetting how much of a baby I looked like, but Billy was the perfect illustration to help me imagine how I looked the past week. Soon I was up and out of the high chair, easily being carried by Daddy. "Alright, gentlemen," announced Tank to the table. "We're going to go change the babies. Newbies, you should be getting the house ready for all the new arrivals coming. You all will find your assignments at the front of the house in the Foyer. Read up on your seniors and who their charges will be. Set-up and personalization of their spaces will be your responsibility. I know you can do a good job and make Alpha Beta proud. Remember, many of them are your friends, and you want to give them the best lives here at Alpha Beta Delta Lambda. I'm sure they would do the same for you!" Once again, I was in awe. I was seeing a completely different side of Tank - an impressive leader who other people respected and whom I had the privilege of calling Daddy. All the freshies seemed to take Tank's speech as a signal to stop eating immediately and clear their plates off of the table. The senior members of Alpha Beta sat back and sipped their coffees, juices, and mimosas. They were clearly living the high life, and as we passed them I picked up bits of conversation about just who each of them would be taking care of after C.A.B.S. processing was complete. "I'm getting Daniel," said a chubbier guy with a kind face. "that cute guy who gave up after five hits with the paddle. He's pretty delicate, so he's perfect for me, cause I'm gentle and soft." "Oh yeah! I remember that kid! He'll be great for you," said a beefy looking guy with an MMA logo on his tank top. "I got Rolo, that ripped fighter. He'll make a great pup! I can't believe he didn't make it, but I'm the guy to take him. We can have some good bonding time rolling around on the mats until I tucker him out for his nap in the kennel!" I looked back and saw that Billy was listening to the conversations as well and looking positively sick to his stomach at the prospect of being babied or worse. Being considerably bigger than me, Billy didn't have the luxury of being carried by his caretaker. He was being marched along behind me by Jason and his camera crew, his diaper crinkling with each step. It was sagging and causing him to waddle in a very obvious way as he was herded to his next diaper change. David tagged along too, his bone waving in his shorts like a darn dowsing rod. "Don’t worry, sweet pea," said Bull, giving a naughty grin as he pinched Billy's cheek. "We will let bygones be bygones. Me and the other brothers will take care of you like any other baby. And you could forget all about your past status here at the frat house. You’re just another one of the babies now, the house baby." I smiled knowing that Billy would get the same treatment that I got now. Never taken seriously. Treated as an adorable little tyke. Any protest or resistance taken as fussiness and tantrums. I was glad that Billy was getting the baby treatment. It might not be right for everyone, but in his case I thought it was much needed. When we got to the bathrooms, I was surprised to see the good doctor WIndelmann waiting for us. "Ah, just in time, boys. I vant to check up on mein two favorite patients zis morning und vat better time than changing time?" I sighed as we entered the bathrooms. Once again, our entourage was rapidly gaining members. We passed through the lockers, the showers, the baths, and finally to the rows of changing tables and with each space we crossed, people stopped what they were doing and came along. By the time we were brought to the changing stations, we must have had about 20 people watching at least. I was laid down next to Billy, looking over at him with a smug grin. However humiliating this experience might be, it was worth it to see that asshole squirm. Dr. Windelmann mercifully went to Billy first. "Goodness, vat a pouty boy! I think it must be nap time!" "But I just got up!" whined Billy, as Dr. Windelmann untaped his diaper. And pulled it away. The doctor gingerly lifted the thick material from Billy's front but quickly brought it back up as an uncontrolled stream of urine erupted from Billy's now useless pee-pee. "Can I help?" asked David, clearly excited to volunteer. "Of course," said Dr. W, with a kind smile. "I can see from the look in your eye that you are as excited about caring for gut little boys as I am, are you not? Ah, a man after mein own heart. Nothing is better than turning big ones into the little ones they need to be. Let's take a look at vat ve haff here." The two men were completely ignoring Billy as the Doctor pulled down the front of his diaper to reveal a completely hairless crotch with a massive stretching plug holding open his gaping anus. Billy's pee-pee was much smaller than I remembered and his penis head and pee-hole were grotesquely distended with some sort of huge metal contraption poking out the top. "What the heck is that?" asked David, pointing to Billy's stretched penis. "Zat, my boy, is a Prince Albert's Vand mit a special modification to make sure the pee pee goes to all parts of his diaper and not just in one place!" David's eyes were as big as saucers. "Wow... can I touch it?" "Sure, go ahead und explore, but put gloves on first! I'm going to take that vand out in a second und vee can stretch his peehole even more!" The doctor then pulled a tray out from a drawer in the changing table to reveal a tray of wicked looking metal instruments ranging from insanely large to ludicrously large. It was clear where they were meant to go. David's jaw practically hit the floor. He was even more shocked when he learned just how much bigger the doctor planned to go this session. "J-just how big are we going? Wow, r-really? If you stretch it that much, will it ever go back?" "Definitely not," said the doctor with a barking laugh. "Just like when you put gauges in your ears. If you make them big enough, zey'll be big but floppy forever! But don't vorry, it's vat Billy needs. It's all part of ze gut boy treatment, ja?" David was practically creaming his pants, and I could see the front of his basketball shorts was already soaked with pre as he touched the metal monstrosity. Billy, of course, was not consulted at all. In fact, he had to be restrained when he started to put up too much of a fuss. "Zat's better," said the doctor, who also had a pacifier gag installed so that Billy would stop throwing out - admittedly cutely censored - insults at the two. "He's a lot cuter like this," remarked Tank, who was watching with amusement as I waited my turn to be changed and inspected by the good doctor. "Yes he is a very cute little boy. But a naughty one,'' said the doctor. "He vill need many spankings, I think." The doctor chuckled as he removed the big metal wand, causing a sharp moan from Billy and leaving Billy's pee hole open, gaping and dribbling pee. With a fair helping of lube on his glove, the doctor began sliding his fat finger into the tip of Billy's abused penis, much like he had done with his own pup's pee pee the night before. It looked puffy and must have been extra sensitive after the heavy stretching it got in such a short amount of time. Billy moaned and squirmed as the doctor began fingerfucking his pee pee, only catching his breath long enough for David to give it a shot under the direction of the doctor. David hesitated, his gloved hand at the tip of Billy's penis. "Do I just shove it in there?" "Ja! Just like that. Go ahead, he's stretchier than you think!" David pushed his finger in gingerly and was surprised when Billy's penis swallowed it up without a problem. My eyes bugged out at the sight. Billy's pee pee was almost certainly ruined forever. David bit his lip. "Whoa.... Oh man, this is so warm... and tight. I th-think I'm gonna.... I'm gonna... UHnnnnnghhhh!" My eyes went wide as I saw white splooge squirt through the material of David's basketball shorts and splatter the side of the changing table. He turned around, to stare back at the doctor in shock, and I watched as the cum continued to pump out of him, sending a spray across the room, hitting several members of the audience including the good doctor himself. "Ohhh g-gods... I'm so sorry," said David, hunching over and covering up his shame so that the last few spurts hit his gloved palms. The doctor just laughed as he wiped a big dollop of cum off of his white coat with a wet wipe. "Not to vorry, it happens all the time! Though I'm more used to it from my patients..." The doctor squinted at Jason. "Are you sure you don't need diapers too ven you are helping in the changing room?" David's face went red as a tomato and he held up his hands. "N-no! No. I don't need those. I just... it's just very exciting to be helping, is all. I... uh..."' "Don't sweat it kid," said Tank. "That's what the drains in the floor are for. Actually, I think I know something that could help." Tank walked over to the doctor and whispered in his ear. The doctor's eyebrows went up in surprise for a second before his face broke into a big friendly smile. "Oh, zat is perfekt! Ja, und zis vould be ze perfekt time to do it too, considering... Yes, ze perfekt time, ja." David began to look nervous as the two men talked about him. "Uh, guys? W-what are you talking about over there?" "Comm here, David," said Doctor W., beckoning the embarrassed man to his side. "I promise zis von't hurt a bit." David whimpered as he approached the doctor, both excited and afraid by what he might do. He steeled himself for whatever the doctor might have up his sleeve, and readied himself to bolt if needed, but the moment he was within arm's reach of the doctor, he felt a sudden tug and his cummy basketball shorts were suddenly around his ankles. "Whuh?" asked David, looking down to see Tank at his feet. He stared in shock. Tank pantsed him. David opened his mouth to say something when he felt another tug and heard a click. He turned back to see Dr. Windelmann dusting his hands and smiling, but David could still feel an inexplicable tightness around his genitals. David had been so distracted by the doctor, that he hadn't noticed Tank sneaking up behind him. Likewise, he had been so distracted by Tank's ridiculous pantsing that he failed to take note of the doctor's next move. He looked down in panic to see colorful plastic covering his junk. He looked down and cried out. "W-w-what did you do?! What is this?" David looked conflicted as he tried to manipulate the cage with no success. "O-oh no... is this going to make me incontinent? Am I going to have to wear a diaper too?!" The doctor shook his head. "No, it's-" "Yes," said Tank, interrupting the doctor. "You'd better let us get you in a diaper right away before you make an even bigger mess, buddy." The doctor started to speak but Tank smiled and gave him a wink, and the Doctor chuckled, taking the hint. "Ohh... ja. Ja, it's state of ze art," began Dr. Windelmann, straightening his face into a serious doctorly visage. "It's a chastity cage and it uses soundvaves zat vill definitely make you diaper dependent for at least the next tventy four hours or so..." "But I... I... I'm a big boy," whined David, blushing brightly. His cage was already bouncing despite him having just cum and he found his thumb making its way toward his mouth as he whined to himself. The doctor and Tank looked at each other and raised their eyebrows as David began to suck his thumb, but Tank quickly recovered, picking up on David's state of mind. "Ah, yeah. Well, you may be big enough to get a stiffy but clearly you're not big enough to control it. And that's exactly why you need this cage, buddy boy. Your little weinerschnitzel is just too eager for its own good so it's going to have to stay locked up nice and tight if you're going to help look after these big babies!" "I-I'll be good, I promise," said David. "Oh, ve know you vill, little von," said the doctor. "All boys are very gut ven zey have their little cages on. Now come. Onto the changing table mit you. It's time for your diaper!" David looked around the room and realized he had no choice but to obey. That seemed to turn him on even more, and his cage was already dripping copious amounts of precum as Tank patted the next changing table. "Come on, buddy. You heard the doctor. Take much longer and he might just decide to catheterize you to make a point!" With a yelp, David scrambled on top of the changing table faster than you could say gullible crinklebutt. I had to stifle my own laughter as I watched David eagerly go along with the flimsy excuse to get him into a diaper. The chastity cage made plenty of sense given what a horndog he was, but the diaper on top of it was just hilarious. Though, seeing how leaky he was, he definitely needed something to soak up all that wetness. "W-what about Billy?" David whimpered. "Oh, don't vorry, I'm sure the other brothers can help," said Tank. "Bull, can you and the boys finish stretching and diapering Billy boy? Oh, and don't forget the buttplugs." "You got it, Tank!" Bull and several other, very vindictive looking men were smiling and surrounding Billy, making sure his restraints and gag were extra tight for what was coming. As much as I wanted to watch Billy get his comeuppance, I was much more interested in what was happening to my ex-best friend. I watched in amusement as David got his very first diaper change. His eyes were as big as a puppy's and his face was a mix of embarrassment, excitement, and curiosity as he watched the two men prepare the supplies. He observed every moment as if he were trying to commit it to memory and the doctor and Tank made a big show of diapering up the new babysitter. "This will be perfect for you, Davey. Who better to understand a big baby's needs than a diapered babysitter?" "D-d-daipered babysitter?!" "Ve're goink to need plenty of diaper oil for zis von, yes, he needs his skin vell protected for ze very thick diaper ve'll put him in!" "One extra thick diaper, coming right up!" said Tank, fluffing a ridiculously large pizza patterned diaper with four smiling turtle-dudes on the front and being sure to show it off to David and everyone watching. I scoffed. Those diapers were way cooler than mine. Tank grabbed both of David's ankles in one hand and lifted his butt to slide the diaper underneath. He lowered David back down until his butt sank into the thick padding like it was a giant cloud. David wiggled around, moaning and whimpering at all the crinking he was making. I was beginning to think he was more excited by this treatment than he was letting on. Tank slathered oil all over David's bits with his massive hands. David tensed up, squirting out a little pre as Tank rubbed his inner thighs with the protective oil. "How about some powder, doc?" "Ja, powder vill make him smell nice und fresh. Und it'll smell especially nice when mixed mit his horny boypiss... ja!" David inhaled the scent of the baby powder, as did I. His eyes went hazy as the powder cloud poofed out around him, as if he were being transported to another time and place. The doctor's quick efficient gloved hands powdered every inch of David until he was as white as snow down there. "Oh, but zis big boy hair vill not do! I haff just the thing!" The doctor brought out a foam that he rubbed all over David's diaper area before pulling up the diaper and taping it up. "W-what was that?" asked David. "Oh, just a little hair removing foam... don't vorry. It von't hurt. It only destroys the hair follicles and does no damage to your skin vatsoever. It'll leave you baby smooth down zere." "Damage?! B-but it's not permanent right?" asked David. The other two men smiled and patted him on the head. "Right?!" David was let down and instructed not to touch his diaper while they finished up with the babies. Tank pulled up his basketball shorts, which barely covered the ridiculously thick bulk of the diaper. Now it was my turn.

Chapter 6 - A Mile In My Shoes   While I was left to clean up the scattered mess I had made, adorned in nothing but my mostly fresh diaper and t-shirt, Mom continued to chat with the doctor as she donned another pair of gloves and put my now sodden sweatpants into the clear trash bag that had been offered. My tasks complete and the final chat seemingly complete, it became time to face the inevitable. “Come now Dylan, it is time to go, we need to go get your new prescription.” “But mom, my pants!” “Here they are,” she said, shoving the clear bag and its sodden load into my hands. “But I need to wear them!” “Well I guess you should have thought about that before you decided to make a mess of the doctor’s office and pee all over them like a wild animal.” We finally exited the examination hallway and stepped back into the main lobby. The cold air of the room hit my bare legs instantly, making me hyper-aware that the only thing separating my thick, crinkling daytime diaper from the public eye was the hem of my t-shirt. My heart dropped when I noticed that the waiting room was still occupied. Sitting in the exact same chairs across the room were my two lobby nemeses, their eyes locking onto me the second the door clicked shut. Before I could try to scurry past them to the exit, Mom suddenly gripped my shoulder and stopped me dead in my tracks. "Dylan, wait right here by the chairs," Mom instructed loudly, completely oblivious to my panic. "I need to stop at the front desk to settle the paperwork and get the official printout for your new sleep medication." With that, she marched over to the receptionist, leaving me stranded in the middle of the lobby floor. I stood there completely frozen, clutching my poorly zipped diaper bag like a shield, knowing that any attempt to take a step would result in a loud, echoing plastic crinkle that would seal my fate. I slowly turned around, only to find myself standing face-to-face with my two lobby nemeses. There I stood, clad only in my slightly soggy diaper and a t-shirt, clutching a clear plastic bag the nurse had given me that clearly displayed my heavily soaked sweatpants. The two boys didn’t waste a single second. They took turns poking fun at me, grinning like they had just won the lottery. “Oh man, look at that,” the taller one snickered, pointing directly at my waist. “Did baby boy have a little leak? Looks like you couldn’t even make it through the doctor's visit.” “Check out the front of it,” the second one chimed in, leaning forward to get a better look. “The paw prints are practically gone! And what’s in the bag? Did you completely ruin the only pair of pants you brought with you?” My face burned with a heat that I was certain could melt glass. My lizard brain desperately searched for a snappy comeback or an escape route, but before I could even open my mouth, a booming voice shattered the lobby's quiet atmosphere. “Jacob! Tyler! That is absolutely enough out of the two of you!” The two boys froze, their smug grins instantly vanishing as their mother stood up from her chair, her face a mask of absolute fury. She marched over, her heavy footsteps echoing on the clinic tiles. “I cannot believe the utter lack of respect you two are showing! Apologize to this young man right now!” Hearing the commotion, my mom turned around from the reception desk, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. She walked over to join us, completely unbothered by my pantless state. “Oh, don’t bother expecting an apology from them,” Mom said, crossing her arms and looking down her nose at the two boys. “They were doing the exact same thing outside the clinic door earlier. I already told them it would be absolutely adorable if the two of them were wearing diapers just as cute as Dylan’s.” The boys’ mother looked from my mom to her two sons, her eyebrows raising as a sharp, calculating smile crossed her face. “You know, Susan—it is Susan, right? I heard you at the desk—I think you are onto something. Maybe these two need to walk a mile in Dylan's shoes to learn a little empathy. They certainly act like toddlers when they open their mouths.” Jacob and Tyler both turned pale, their eyes darting nervously between the two mothers. “Exactly what I thought,” Mom beamed, thrilled to find a kindred spirit. “If you’re serious, the Co-Op pharmacy just down the road is wonderful. A lovely clerk named Cheryl helped us. They cater to special needs but have excellent sizes that fit teenagers perfectly. We are actually heading right back there now to pick up a prescription and look into some booster pads.” “Wonderful, I know exactly where that is,” the other mother replied, pulling out her phone. “Let’s exchange numbers. I would love to know how those booster pads work out, just in case these two don’t learn their lesson fast enough.” As the two moms happily swapped contact info, my nemeses stared at the floor in absolute horror, realizing their teasing had just backfired in the worst way possible. Once the digital cards were exchanged, Mom gave my padded rear a firm pat. “Alright, Mr. Piddle Pants, let’s get a move on. We have a pharmacy to visit.” With no pants to hide my shame, I was marched straight out the clinic doors and into the bright sunlight, the loud, rhythmic crinkle-crinkle-crinkle of my daytime diaper advertising my defeat to the entire parking lot as we headed to the car. Mom tightly secured the seatbelt around my bare thighs and thick plastic waistband, and I stared blankly out the window as we drove. My hands, still locked securely inside the heavy medical mitts, rested uselessly on my lap. As the tires hummed against the asphalt, my inner monologue finally broke through the static of my morning panic. Were they actually serious? I wondered. There was no way a mother would actually put her teenage sons into diapers just because they made fun of someone else, right? It had to be a scare tactic. Parents loved using empty threats to force good behavior. Jacob and Tyler were probably getting a massive lecture right now, but they were definitely still wearing their regular underwear. Then again, looking down at the cartoon animals stretched across my own very real, very bulky daytime diaper, I had to admit that my baseline for what a mother would actually do had been completely shattered over the last twenty-four hours. If my mom could march me around a medical center without pants, the rules of the universe no longer applied. "We're here, Dylan," Mom announced cheerfully as the SUV rolled to a stop back at the Co-Op parking lot. "Time to get you sorted out." The walk back into the store was a repeat performance of my earlier humiliations. With no pants to deaden the sound, the rhythmic crinkle-crinkle-crinkle of my diaper echoed loudly down the entrance foyer. When we reached the pharmacy counter, Cheryl looked up, her face instantly lighting up with her signature professional warmth. "Susan! Dylan! Back so soon? And oh dear, it looks like we're still running a bit short on the wardrobe department today." "Don't even ask, Cheryl," Mom sighed, leaning against the counter while I stood awkwardly to the side, shifting my weight with a soft plastic rustle. "We had quite the eventful physical exam. Dr. Arnold checked him over and says he’s perfectly healthy, but his routines are completely ruined. He wrote a prescription to help regulate his deep sleep, and he explicitly told us we need to step up his nighttime protection. He also recommended we look into those booster pads." "Ah, the sleep regulation routine," Cheryl said knowingly, taking the slip of paper from Mom. "Let me get this filled for you. Follow me, and I'll help you select the boosters." As we walked down the familiar incontinence aisle, Cheryl pulled a large, clear package from the shelf. "Now, these are specifically designed to be placed directly inside his diaper," Cheryl explained, tapping the package for emphasis. "Because they don't have a plastic outer shell, once the pad reaches its maximum capacity, the extra fluid flows right through into the core of the main diaper. It effectively doubles the absorbency without needing to change the diaper style itself." "Perfect," Mom beamed, taking the package. "We'll take a bag of those to start." Cheryl stepped back behind the pharmacy glass to finish typing in the prescription details, her expression turning slightly more serious as she pulled a small amber bottle from the dispensing area. "Now, Susan, I do want to go over the side effects of this specific medication so you know what to expect. Because it works heavily on the central nervous system to force a deep, restorative sleep cycle, Dylan is going to experience a lot of initial thirstiness and dry mouth during the day. It's completely normal, which is why the doctor emphasized keeping him hydrated." She stuck a bright yellow warning label onto the side of the bottle. "But more importantly, during the first few weeks of adjusting to the dosage, there is a distinct possibility of sleepwalking. His body might attempt to move around while his brain is still locked in a very deep sleep state. Because he won't be fully conscious, you'll need to take extra precautions to keep him safe if that starts occurring." Mom’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Sleepwalking? Oh dear. You know, I think we still have an old toddler bed rail up in the attic from when his brother was small. Do you think that would keep him contained?" "It might help as a physical barrier to remind his body to stay put," Cheryl nodded, sliding the bottle into a small paper bag. "But if he manages to climb over it or if you find him wandering, we do carry more advanced adaptive solutions. We have specialized sensory bed alarms, and even locking sleep garments if it becomes a true safety hazard." "Hopefully it won’t come to that," Mom said, turning to give me a playful nudge against my padded hip, prompting a loud, embarrassing whoomph of escaping air and powder. "My husband is incredibly handy. If a toddler rail isn't enough, I'm sure he can come up with a creative way to modify Dylan’s bed frame to keep our little wanderer safe and sound." With the transaction finalized and the supplies neatly packed, Mom grabbed the paper bags and gave me a firm pat on my rear. "Alright, let's head out." I turned toward the exit, desperately looking forward to the safety of the SUV's backseat, but as the automatic glass doors slid open, my heart stopped entirely. Walking directly toward the entrance was the mother from the clinic lobby, and lagging closely behind her were Jacob and Tyler. Any trace of their previous smugness had been entirely wiped away. Both boys had faces that were bright red and heavily streaked with fresh tears. Jacob was clutching at his mother's arm, while Tyler was sniffling loudly, his eyes fixed firmly on the floor. The moment Jacob saw me standing there in my bare legs and childish daytime diaper, he didn't laugh. Instead, a fresh wave of panic washed over his face. He grabbed at his mother’s sleeve, sobbing openly. "Mom, please! Please don't make us do this! We promise we'll never tease anyone again! We'll be good, we swear!" "I told you, Jacob, your behavior was completely unacceptable," their mother replied, her voice firm and entirely unyielding as she marched them forward. She stopped briefly to give my mom a warm, knowing nod. "Oh, hello Susan! We're just making our official stop to see Cheryl. These two suddenly decided they wanted to act like toddlers, so we're headed straight to the special needs section to get them properly fitted." Tyler let out a miserable wail, burying his face in his hands as his mother steered both of them firmly past us, guiding them down the direct and unmistakable path toward the diaper aisle. I stood frozen on the threshold of the automatic doors, watching them go. My lizard brain didn't panic, it didn't scramble, and it didn't plot a foolish escape. It just sat there in absolute, stunned silence, realizing that the world had truly turned upside down—and that my long, crinkly journey was only just beginning.