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The inspiration of this story comes from an old story called Sweet Bliss. This first chapter is basically a retelling of the first part of Sweet Bliss I hope you like it, please comment. Chapter One: A Hidden Truth Ethan's world was one of quiet comforts, tucked away in the safety of his dimly lit bedroom. The soft crinkle of his diaper as he shifted on the bed was like a soothing melody, wrapping him in a peace that nothing else could offer. The scent of baby powder lingered in the air, mingling with the warmth of freshly laundered sheets. Lying on his side, Ethan clutched his favorite plush bear, Benny, against his chest. His oversized T-shirt barely covered the thick diaper snugly taped around his waist, its soft padding pressing against him like a gentle embrace. Here, alone, he could be himself. No stress, no expectations—just warmth, softness, and the bliss of surrendering to something simple, something pure. Then— A knock at the door. Ethan’s entire body stiffened. His heart pounded in his chest as his mind raced. No one was supposed to come over. He had made sure of it. Another knock, firmer this time. “Ethan? You home?” His stomach dropped. That voice. Noah. His best friend. Ethan scrambled upright, his mind in a panic. He couldn’t let Noah see this. He grabbed the open bag of diapers, the baby powder, and his pacifier, shoving them under the bed with trembling hands. The last thing he needed was for Noah to see what he had been doing. Another knock. “I know you’re in there, dude. You left your car keys at the coffee shop.” Shit. That explained why Noah was here. Ethan cursed under his breath, yanking on a pair of loose basketball shorts, praying they would hide the thick bulk between his legs. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his messy blond hair, and moved toward the door, trying to act normal. He cracked it open just enough to peek out. “Oh, hey, man,” he said, forcing a casual smile. “Didn’t hear you at first.” Noah rolled his eyes, pushing past him before Ethan could stop him. “Yeah, yeah. I called, too. Thought you were ignoring me.” Ethan barely had time to shut the door before Noah plopped down on the couch, completely at ease, like he always was. Ethan forced himself to breathe. This was fine. He could do this. Just act normal. “So, what were you up to?” Noah asked, stretching his arms behind his head. Ethan hesitated. “Uh, nothing much. Just… relaxing.” Noah raised an eyebrow. “Relaxing, huh?” His sharp eyes flicked over Ethan, who stood awkwardly by the door. “You seem kinda nervous.” Ethan swallowed. “What? No. Just, you know… surprised to see you.” Noah smirked. “You sure about that?” Ethan tensed as Noah’s gaze lingered on him. He could feel the weight of it, as if Noah was peeling away every flimsy layer of his lie. Then Noah’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression shifting. The room was quiet, save for the faintest crinkle as Ethan shifted his weight. His stomach twisted into knots. Noah’s smirk widened. Ethan barely had time to react before Noah leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his tone playful but knowing. “Dude,” he said slowly, amusement dancing in his voice, “are you wearing a diaper?” Ethan’s entire body locked up. His breath hitched. For a moment, he considered lying. He could deny it, brush it off, laugh it away. But Noah was staring at him, waiting, his smirk only growing. He had already figured it out. Ethan’s face burned with embarrassment as he lowered his gaze. Then, reluctantly, he whispered, “…Yes.” Noah let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Wow,” he said, grinning. “Didn’t expect that.” Ethan swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his ears. Then Noah’s smirk turned wicked. He leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms. “Baby’s don’t wear pants,” he said, his voice teasing, but firm. Ethan’s breath caught. His stomach flipped. There was no hesitation. His hands trembled as they reached for the waistband of his shorts. Slowly, almost reverently, he pushed them down, letting them pool at his ankles. The thick, pristine white diaper was now fully visible, its padding pressing snugly against his waist, the tapes secured tightly at his hips. Noah’s smile widened, his eyes taking in the sight before him. Ethan stood there, half-naked, his heart racing, his hands now resting at his sides. His breath was shaky as he waited. For Noah’s next command. Ethan’s entire body burned with embarrassment as he stood in front of Noah, his shorts pooled around his ankles, his thick diaper fully on display. His heart pounded so loudly in his chest that he barely registered the way Noah’s smirk softened, his expression shifting into something else—something deeper. Noah’s dark eyes roamed over Ethan’s new look, taking in every detail. The way the soft, thick padding hugged his waist. The contrast of his toned thighs against the pristine white diaper. The faint flush on his cheeks. And Noah found himself struggling. Struggling not to reach out and pull Ethan into his arms. Struggling not to trail kisses along the exposed skin of his neck, his chest, his stomach—anywhere he could reach. He clenched his jaw, forcing the urge down, instead letting his smirk widen as he tilted his head. “So,” Noah said, his voice teasing but laced with something else—something fond. “Is it just the diaper, or do you have more baby stuff hidden around here?” Ethan, still reeling from his own admission, blinked at him, processing the question. “I—” He turned slightly, lifting a hand to point toward his bed. “It’s over there, under—” But as he shifted, his foot caught on the bunched-up shorts around his ankles. For a split second, time slowed. Ethan stumbled, his balance thrown completely off. He let out a startled gasp as he pitched forward, arms flailing, but before he could even process the fall, he felt a strong pair of hands grab onto him. Noah moved fast, catching him before he hit the floor. But instead of pulling him upright, Noah let himself go with the momentum, following Ethan down. The next thing Ethan knew, he was on his back, sprawled on the carpet, his diaper softly crinkling beneath him. And Noah was above him. The air between them shifted. Noah hovered just inches away, his hands planted on either side of Ethan’s waist, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. His smirk had faded, replaced with something more intent, more focused. Ethan swallowed, his pulse hammering as he looked up into Noah’s dark, unreadable gaze. His best friend. His closest friend. The one person he had never, in a million years, expected to see him like this. But Noah wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t mocking. He was looking at Ethan like he was the most fascinating thing in the world. Then, slowly, Noah’s hands moved. His fingers brushed against Ethan’s waist, warm and steady, before slipping beneath the hem of his oversized shirt. Ethan inhaled sharply. Noah’s palms pressed against his skin, firm but gentle, sliding upward, tracing the soft curves of his torso. His fingertips danced along Ethan’s sides, skimming over warm flesh, sending shivers up his spine. Then— A sudden tickle. Ethan gasped, jerking slightly as Noah’s fingers grazed a sensitive spot near his ribs. A soft chuckle escaped Noah. “Oh?” His smirk returned, this time full of playful mischief. “Ticklish, are we?” Ethan opened his mouth to protest, but it was too late. Noah’s hands moved with purpose, tickling along his ribs, his stomach, his sides. Ethan squirmed beneath him, laughter spilling from his lips in breathless, helpless bursts. His diaper crinkled with every movement, the sound only making Noah grin wider as he continued his playful assault. “No—Noah, s-stop!” Ethan wheezed, kicking his legs uselessly. But Noah didn’t stop. Not yet. He was enjoying this far too much. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Noah relented, letting his fingers still against Ethan’s waist. Ethan lay beneath him, panting, his face flushed, his eyes glassy with laughter. Noah stared down at him, his breath hitching. God, he was beautiful like this. Noah knew he had to move. Had to pull away before he did something reckless. But then, without thinking, he reached for the hem of Ethan’s shirt. Ethan froze as Noah’s fingers curled around the fabric, gripping it gently. Noah met his gaze, silently asking for permission. Ethan swallowed hard, then—slowly, hesitantly—nodded. That was all Noah needed. With careful, deliberate movements, he lifted Ethan’s shirt, peeling it up, inch by inch, revealing smooth, warm skin beneath. Ethan’s breath came in soft, shallow bursts as the cool air met his bare torso. His arms instinctively raised, allowing Noah to pull the shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. Now, Ethan lay beneath him, wearing nothing but his thick diaper. Noah’s eyes darkened slightly as he took in the sight before him. Ethan—flushed, breathless, vulnerable. He was utterly captivating. Noah swallowed, fingers twitching at his sides. He wanted to touch him again, to feel more of that soft, warm skin beneath his hands. But he didn’t move. Instead, he simply smirked down at Ethan, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. “Well, baby,” he said, grinning, “looks like you’re dressed properly now.” Ethan’s breath hitched. And he waited. For whatever Noah would say next. For whatever Noah would do next. Noah’s smirk didn’t waver as he sat back on his heels, staring down at Ethan, who lay beneath him, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. The boy looked so small now—helpless, exposed, vulnerable. Just in his thick diaper, sprawled across the floor, waiting. Waiting for whatever Noah would say next. And God, Noah wanted to do so many things. He wanted to touch him again, to let his hands roam over that smooth, warm skin. He wanted to pull Ethan close, to bury his face against his neck and inhale the faint scent of baby powder clinging to him. He wanted to kiss him—everywhere—on his collarbone, down his chest, over the soft padding of his diaper, just to see what kind of noises Ethan would make. But he couldn’t. Not yet. Not when Ethan’s face was still so flushed with embarrassment, his body still so tense with uncertainty. So instead, Noah smirked and leaned in close, letting his voice drop to a soft, teasing murmur. “Crawl.” Ethan blinked up at him, his breath hitching. “W-what?” Noah tilted his head, his gaze steady. “I told you, baby’s don’t wear pants.” His smirk deepened. “And babies don’t walk, either. So, crawl.” Ethan hesitated, his entire body going rigid for a moment. Noah saw the internal battle play across his face—the humiliation, the uncertainty. And then, slowly, hesitantly, Ethan shifted onto his hands and knees. Noah’s breath caught in his throat as he watched him move, the thick diaper crinkling softly with every shift of his hips. Ethan didn’t look at him as he started forward, crawling slowly across the floor toward his bedroom. His movements were careful, almost hesitant, but each little shift of his body sent another wave of unbearable heat pooling in Noah’s stomach. Noah exhaled sharply through his nose, willing himself to stay in control. This was torture. Every little wiggle of Ethan’s hips, every soft rustle of his diaper—it was driving Noah insane. He had never seen Ethan like this before. Never even imagined it. But now? Now he couldn’t imagine anything more perfect. Noah followed him, his gaze locked onto Ethan’s every movement. His fists clenched at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he fought to suppress the raw, aching hunger curling in his gut. This was about Ethan. This was about teasing him, guiding him, watching him squirm under Noah’s gaze. Not about losing control. Not yet. When Ethan reached his bedroom, he paused at the doorway, glancing back over his shoulder with wide, uncertain eyes. Noah nearly groaned out loud. That look— That hesitant, obedient, submissive look— It was almost too much. But he forced himself to keep his voice light, playful. “Well?” He raised an eyebrow. “You gonna show me, or do I have to search for it myself?” Ethan swallowed, then turned away, crawling further into the room. Noah followed, his smirk never faltering. But deep down, he knew he was barely holding himself together. And if Ethan kept looking at him like that, if he kept moving like that— Noah wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last. Ethan’s hands trembled as he reached beneath his bed, pulling out the small collection of items he had carefully hidden. His pacifier. His bottles. The stack of thick, pristine diapers still wrapped neatly in their packaging. His favorite baby powder, the soft scent filling the air as he set everything down. Noah sat cross-legged on the floor, watching with an amused smirk as Ethan slowly, hesitantly, placed each item in front of him. “Damn, baby,” Noah teased, picking up one of the pacifiers and twirling it between his fingers. “You really went all out with this, huh?” Ethan’s face burned as he looked away. “I—I just like the comfort of it,” he mumbled. Noah chuckled. “Oh, I can tell.” He reached for one of the diapers, pulling it from the package, inspecting its thickness with a knowing smirk. “This is the real deal, huh? No wonder you crinkle so much when you move.” Ethan groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Noah, please—” “Aww, don’t be shy, baby,” Noah crooned, his teasing voice making Ethan shudder. “I think it’s cute. You’re cute.” Ethan peeked at him through his fingers, his face burning even hotter. Noah smirked and set the diaper aside, then glanced at the bed behind them. “Alright, I’ve teased you enough. Get up here.” Ethan blinked. “What?” Noah sighed dramatically. “Bed, Ethan. Now.” Ethan hesitated, but when Noah kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed himself, stretching out lazily against the pillows, Ethan swallowed his nerves and followed. The moment he was close enough, Noah grabbed him, pulling him down into his arms. Ethan tensed at first, his breath hitching as he was pressed against the warmth of Noah’s chest, strong arms wrapped snugly around him. He could feel the steady rise and fall of Noah’s breathing, the heat of his body seeping into his own. Noah let out a contented sigh, resting his chin against the top of Ethan’s head. “See?” he murmured. “Comfy.” Ethan couldn’t deny it. This felt… safe. Better than safe. He let himself relax, curling slightly against Noah’s warmth, his hands resting lightly against Noah’s chest. His heart was still hammering, but not from fear. From something else. They lay there in silence, just breathing together, wrapped in each other’s warmth. And then— Noah felt it first. A faint warmth spreading against his thigh. A soft hiss breaking the quiet of the room. Ethan stiffened. Noah froze. The realization hit them both at the same time. Ethan was wetting his diaper. For a split second, neither of them moved. Then Ethan let out a strangled noise, horror washing over his face as he shoved himself back, scrambling to sit up. “Noah—” His voice cracked. His hands trembled as they hovered over his soaked diaper, his eyes wide with shock and shame. “I—I didn’t mean to—I wasn’t even thinking—I just—” Noah watched him, heart pounding, taking in the way Ethan’s entire body shook. Ethan’s eyes were glassy with humiliation as he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Please don’t hate me.” And that was it. That was the moment Noah couldn’t hold back anymore. He surged forward, grabbing Ethan’s face in both hands and crashing their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. Ethan gasped against his mouth, his body going rigid, but Noah didn’t let him pull away. He tilted Ethan’s chin up, deepening the kiss, pouring every ounce of emotion into it, letting him feel the truth of it. When he finally pulled back, he kept their foreheads pressed together, his thumbs brushing gently over Ethan’s flushed cheeks. “I could never hate you,” Noah murmured, his voice soft, reverent. “Never.” Ethan stared at him, breathless, still trembling. “But—I—” Noah shook his head, silencing him. “You wanna know what I really think?” His lips curled into a slow, warm smile. “I think you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. And after this? I love you even more.” Ethan’s breath hitched. His face burned a deep, furious red. But when Noah kissed him again—soft and slow this time—Ethan melted into it, letting himself believe every word. Chapter Two: Unconditional Love Ethan sat frozen, his entire body trembling, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He couldn’t process what had just happened. The warmth between his legs, the soft dampness spreading through the thick padding, the unmistakable hiss that had filled the air just moments ago. He had wet himself. With Noah holding him. With Noah watching. Humiliation crashed over him like a tidal wave. His throat tightened, his eyes burning as he fought against the overwhelming need to flee, to curl in on himself and disappear forever. But then— Noah kissed him. Deep. Passionate. Fierce. Ethan barely had time to gasp before Noah’s hands were on his face, tilting him upward, guiding him into the kiss. It wasn’t hesitant or uncertain. It was everything. Noah kissed him like he meant it. Like he had wanted to for a long, long time. When he finally pulled back, Ethan was breathless, dazed, his lips tingling from the heat of it. His heart pounded so loudly he could hear it in his ears. But the shame still clung to him. “I—I don’t get it,” Ethan whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. “How can you—how can you even look at me right now?” His gaze flickered downward, to the damp diaper still snugly taped around his waist. “I just… I just—” Noah’s lips pressed to his forehead, silencing him. Ethan sucked in a sharp breath. Then, another kiss. This time against his temple. Then, his cheek. Then, the corner of his lips. Ethan let out a soft, shaky exhale. “Noah, I—” Another kiss. This time along his jaw. Ethan’s heart stuttered. Noah was kissing him. Everywhere. Soft, deliberate, reverent kisses. Each one stealing away another piece of Ethan’s doubt, another inch of his shame. Every time Ethan tried to protest—tried to tell Noah why this wasn’t okay, why he shouldn’t love someone like him—Noah kissed him again. And again. And again. His lips trailed down Ethan’s neck, lingering just below his ear before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the sensitive skin. Ethan shuddered, his fingers curling into Noah’s shirt. “You don’t—” Noah silenced him with another kiss. This time along his collarbone, warm and unhurried, his hands steady as they wrapped around Ethan’s waist. “Noah,” Ethan breathed, his voice faltering. Another kiss. This time just above his pounding heart. Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the overwhelming rush of emotions clawing at his chest. He wanted to believe it. Wanted to believe that Noah meant this. That he wasn’t just saying these things to make him feel better. But— “I’m a freak,” Ethan whispered, his voice barely audible. Noah paused. Ethan braced himself, waiting for the inevitable rejection, the moment Noah finally realized how messed up this all was. Instead, Noah let out a low hum. Then, he dipped his head and kissed Ethan’s stomach, just above the waistband of his diaper. Ethan’s breath hitched. Noah’s lips lingered there, warm and firm, as if sealing away Ethan’s shame with every touch. “You’re not a freak,” Noah murmured against his skin. “You’re mine.” Ethan’s chest clenched. His vision blurred. He wanted to fight it. Wanted to tell Noah that he was wrong. That he didn’t deserve this. But Noah was relentless. He kissed every inch of him. Everywhere except where Ethan expected him to stop. He kissed along Ethan’s ribs, the center of his chest, his shoulders—everywhere but the one place that had him drowning in self-loathing. And then— Finally— Ethan gave in. His hands reached up, hesitating for only a second before tangling in Noah’s dark hair. He pulled him back up, searching his face, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. He found none. Noah was looking at him with nothing but love. Ethan let out a shaky breath. And then— He kissed Noah back. It was hesitant at first. Soft. Uncertain. But then Noah deepened it, tilting his head, his fingers tightening around Ethan’s waist as he pulled him even closer. And Ethan melted. His doubts, his fears, his shame— All of it vanished. The only thing left was this. Noah’s warmth. Noah’s lips. Noah’s love. And for the first time in his life— Ethan let himself believe it. Chapter Three: Love, Hickies, and a Needed Change The morning light filtered softly through Ethan’s bedroom window, casting a warm glow over the tangled mess of blankets and limbs sprawled across the bed. Ethan stretched, letting out a small whimper as he shifted, only to be reminded of two things at once— One: His diaper was absolutely soaked. And two: Noah had, yet again, left hickies all over his body. He let out an exaggerated groan, pouting as he turned his head to look at the smug idiot still sleeping beside him. Noah was sprawled on his stomach, his dark hair a complete mess, one arm lazily draped over Ethan’s waist like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon. Ethan huffed and poked Noah’s cheek. “Wake up, jerk.” Noah groaned, burying his face into Ethan’s shoulder. “Mm, five more minutes.” Ethan poked him again, harder this time. “No, now. You marked me again, you perv.” That made Noah crack one eye open. He smirked. “Oh? Did I?” Ethan sat up slightly and pulled the blanket down, revealing his chest, which was littered with fresh hickies, some still a faint shade of red while others had already darkened into deep purples. He shot Noah an unimpressed look. Noah, instead of looking guilty, looked downright pleased with himself. “Damn,” he murmured, reaching out to trace one of the marks with his fingers. “Looks good on you, baby.” Ethan swatted his hand away, his cheeks heating up. “Noah.” Noah chuckled and propped himself up on his elbow, his fingers brushing against Ethan’s side. “You love it.” “No, I don’t,” Ethan lied. Noah grinned. “Mm-hmm.” Ethan pouted harder, crossing his arms. “I also need a change, and whose fault is that?” Noah’s smirk grew. “Mine, obviously.” “Damn right it is.” Noah rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand as he let his other slide down Ethan’s stomach, stopping just above the waistband of his very wet diaper. He pressed down lightly, making Ethan let out a surprised squeak. “Yup,” Noah mused, “definitely soaked.” Ethan’s face burned, and he shoved Noah’s shoulder. “You knew that already, jerk.” Noah just laughed, sitting up properly and stretching his arms. “Alright, alright. Let’s get you changed, baby.” Ethan’s pout softened just a little. Even though Noah teased him endlessly, there was always a warmth in his touch, a gentleness in the way he took care of him. It was why, despite all of his embarrassment, Ethan let Noah do this for him. Because, at the end of the day— He loved Noah. And Noah loved him. Chapter Four: Weekend Plans and Baby Rules Ethan lay on his back, still pouting, as Noah casually pulled out a fresh diaper and the baby powder. He worked at his own pace, completely unbothered, while Ethan did his best to glare at him. “Can’t believe you marked me again,” Ethan grumbled, still staring at the mess of hickies across his chest. “How am I supposed to go out looking like this?” Noah smirked as he untaped Ethan’s soaked diaper and began cleaning him up with slow, methodical care. “Who said you’re going anywhere this weekend?” Ethan blinked. “Huh?” Noah raised an eyebrow as he dusted Ethan’s skin with baby powder, the familiar scent filling the air. “Did you already forget what we talked about?” Ethan bit his lip. He had agreed to something… Noah tapped his thigh. “Come on, baby. What’s happening this weekend?” Ethan huffed, his face heating up, but he knew better than to refuse when Noah was looking at him like that. He mumbled, “Two days of full baby treatment…” Noah smirked, securing the fresh diaper snugly around Ethan’s waist. “And?” Ethan covered his face with his hands. “And if I’m good… we have, um… passionate sex to cap off Sunday night.” Noah leaned down, grinning against Ethan’s ear. “That’s right, baby.” Ethan whined. “Why do I have to say it out loud?” Noah chuckled, pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek. “Because I love seeing you all embarrassed.” Ethan groaned dramatically, but deep down, he was already looking forward to it. A whole weekend of being pampered, spoiled, taken care of— And if he behaved? Well, Sunday night was going to be very fun. Chapter Five: Baby Weekend Begins The clock had barely struck 9 PM on Friday night when Ethan found himself standing in the middle of his bedroom, arms crossed, pouting hard as Noah zipped up his footed sleeper. The soft fabric hugged him snugly, the built-in mittens making it impossible for him to undo the zipper even if he tried. And beneath it, his thick overnight diaper pressed heavily against his waist, already making him waddle slightly. Ethan huffed. “The weekend hasn’t even started yet, and you already have me dressed like this.” Noah grinned as he smoothed down the front of Ethan’s sleeper, clearly pleased with his work. “So?” Ethan glared at him. “So, I should at least get to be an adult until Saturday morning.” Noah hummed, tapping his chin. “I mean… I could let you wear something else.” Ethan perked up. “Really?” Noah smirked. “Sure. You can wear nothing but your diaper.” Ethan’s face flamed. “N-No, this is fine! Footed sleeper is great—so comfy—so warm—let’s just leave it at that.” Noah chuckled. “That’s what I thought.” Ethan pouted harder, but before he could complain any further, Noah leaned in and kissed his forehead. Then his nose. Then his cheeks. Ethan squeaked as Noah peppered soft kisses all over his face, leaving him breathless and flustered in seconds. “Alright, baby,” Noah murmured, brushing his fingers through Ethan’s hair. “Let’s get you a bottle before bed.” Ethan groaned. “Do I have to?” Noah raised an eyebrow. “Do babies drink from cups?” Ethan sighed dramatically. “Nooo.” “Exactly.” Noah guided Ethan toward the bed, gently pushing him down so he was sitting on the edge. “Be a good boy and wait here,” he said, ruffling Ethan’s hair before heading toward the kitchen. Ethan crossed his arms, his diaper crinkling loudly as he shifted. He knew better than to argue—Noah had already made it very clear that he was taking full control this weekend. But despite his complaints… Despite his embarrassment… A warm feeling bubbled in his chest. Because this? This was nice. Being taken care of. Being wanted. A few minutes later, Noah returned with a warm bottle of milk. Ethan frowned slightly as Noah climbed onto the bed, sitting beside him and pulling him in close. “Open up,” Noah murmured, holding the bottle to his lips. Ethan hesitated for only a second before parting his lips, letting Noah press the nipple between them. Warm, sweet milk coated his tongue, and he sighed softly as he suckled, his body relaxing into Noah’s arms. What Ethan didn’t know was that Noah had slipped a few little extras into the milk—just a bit of diuretics and laxatives, enough to ensure that by morning, his diaper would be very full. Noah smiled as he watched Ethan drink, stroking his hair gently. He already knew Ethan was going to whine when he woke up in a soaking, messy diaper. And he couldn’t wait. Once the bottle was empty, Noah set it aside and kissed Ethan’s forehead. Then his nose. Then both of his cheeks again, making Ethan squirm. “Noahhh,” Ethan whined sleepily, his voice muffled by his sleepy haze. Noah just chuckled and wrapped his arms tightly around him. “Goodnight, baby,” he whispered. Ethan let out a small, contented sigh, curling up in Noah’s embrace, his body warm and safe. And as he drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Noah’s arms, he had no idea what kind of surprise he was in for when he woke up. Chapter Six: A Big Stinky for Daddy Ethan woke with a start, his body instinctively tensing as an urgent pressure settled deep in his belly. The first thing he noticed was the thick, soaked diaper wrapped around his waist, swollen from the night before, crinkling softly as he shifted beneath the covers. The second thing he noticed? He really had to go. His face burned as he realized just how badly he needed to fill his diaper. It wasn’t just an urge—his body was on the verge of betraying him completely. He needed to move, needed to get up before— A firm arm wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him against a warm, solid chest. Ethan froze. Noah. Still half-asleep, Noah let out a low, satisfied hum as he nuzzled against Ethan’s hair. Ethan sucked in a shaky breath. Maybe—maybe—if he moved very carefully, he could wiggle free and make it to the bathroom. He tried to shift. Bad idea. The moment he moved, the pressure in his belly increased, making his legs tremble as he fought to hold it in. And worse— Noah stirred. His sleepy groan rumbled against Ethan’s ear, and before Ethan could react, Noah’s strong arms suddenly tightened. In one swift motion, Noah rolled on top of him, pinning him down beneath his weight. Ethan gasped, his eyes going wide as Noah’s hands gripped his wrists, pressing them firmly against the mattress. His legs were trapped between Noah’s own, completely immobilized. “Noah—” Noah cracked one eye open, his lips curling into a slow, lazy smirk. “Morning, baby.” Ethan squirmed, his diaper crinkling loudly beneath him. “Noah, let me up—” Noah ignored him. Instead, he leaned down, pressing his lips softly to Ethan’s. Ethan tried to protest, but the moment he parted his lips, Noah deepened the kiss, slow and deliberate. A small whimper escaped Ethan’s throat as Noah’s tongue traced along his lower lip, making his mind go blank for a second. But then— The pressure returned. Urgent. Unrelenting. Ethan broke the kiss, panting. “Noah, I—” Noah hushed him with another kiss. Ethan whined. “Noah, please—I need to go—” Noah pulled back slightly, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “Go where, baby?” Ethan squirmed again, feeling his stomach tighten. “I need to… to go.” Noah smirked, dipping his head to nuzzle against Ethan’s jaw. “Then go.” Ethan’s breath hitched. His stomach twisted. “No—Noah, I mean I really need to go—” Noah’s lips brushed against his ear, his voice low and commanding. “Be a good baby.” Ethan shuddered. Noah’s teeth grazed his earlobe. “Make a big stinky for Daddy.” Ethan’s entire body lit up. His legs trembled. His breath came out in short, desperate gasps. Noah started sucking on his neck, leaving wet, possessive marks against his flushed skin. Ethan whimpered. Noah’s hands moved down, gently rubbing over his swollen diaper, patting it firmly. Ethan broke. A choked whine left his lips as his body gave in completely. Noah felt it instantly. The soft, telltale warmth spreading in Ethan’s diaper. The way his breath stuttered, his entire body shivering beneath him. The helpless, embarrassed noises escaping his throat as he completely filled his diaper. Noah groaned, his own body heating up at the sensation. When Ethan was finally still, panting, his face buried against Noah’s shoulder in sheer humiliation, Noah grinned and pressed a deep, lingering kiss to his lips. “Good baby,” he murmured. Chapter Seven: Five Reasons Why Ethan was still trembling, his entire body flushed with humiliation as he buried his face against Noah’s shoulder. His diaper was full, the warm, squishy bulk pressing against him, a constant reminder of what had just happened. And Noah wasn’t letting him forget it. Strong hands roamed over Ethan’s diaper, rubbing and pressing, making the fullness shift against him. Ethan let out a strangled whimper. “Noah—” Noah smirked against his neck. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Ethan shook his head. “N-no—” Noah’s fingers pressed a little firmer, kneading the thick padding. Ethan gasped, his back arching slightly. “Try again, baby,” Noah whispered. “Tell Daddy the truth.” Ethan hated how good it felt. Hated how Noah knew exactly what to do to make him squirm. His lips parted, but nothing came out. His body betrayed him, pushing slightly into Noah’s touch despite himself. Noah’s smirk deepened. “Say it.” Ethan whined, his face burning hotter. “I-It feels nice…” Noah hummed in satisfaction, slowing his movements, his hands resting gently on Ethan’s hips. “Good boy.” Ethan let out a shaky breath, trying to gather himself, trying to remember how to think. Noah brushed his lips against Ethan’s ear. “Tell me what you want, baby.” Ethan swallowed. His body was still buzzing, still warm, still tingling from everything that had happened. He hesitated—just for a second—before whispering: “More kisses.” Noah smirked, trailing soft kisses along his jawline, up to the corner of his lips. “What else?” Ethan shivered. “Tell me five reasons why you love me.” Noah chuckled, kissing him softly. “Only five?” Ethan pouted. “Noah.” Noah kissed the pout right off his lips. Then, without hesitation, he murmured: “One—because you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He kissed Ethan’s cheek. “Two—because you try to act all tough, but you melt the second I take care of you.” A kiss to his temple. “Three—because your little pouts drive me insane, and I love making you squirm.” A kiss to his nose. “Four—because no matter what, you trust me with every part of you.” A kiss to his forehead. “And five—because I love you, Ethan.” A deep, lingering kiss to his lips. Ethan melted. His heart ached in the best way possible, warmth flooding through his chest. He sighed into the kiss, whispering against Noah’s lips. “Please change me…” Noah grinned, pulling back just enough to meet Ethan’s gaze. “Of course, baby.” And with that, he gently laid Ethan down, reaching for the wipes and a fresh diaper— Because this was only the beginning of their weekend together.

I have messed my diaper at both Capcon and (while still running) Teddycon. However, at both events I did this in my private hotel room and NOT in the general con space as that is against the rules. Some where done on my own some with other people in the room with me.

Finishing the current drink and accepting the next one, Jason took a couple of large gulps while staring up at Jon. Trying to imagine what it would be like having someone so much bigger than him fuck him. "Oh I don't know, where abouts do you live? How far is it from here?"

Firstly, thank you for your concern and warnings, they have been duly noted. I understand that laxatives can be evasive and anything can be harmful if taken in too high quantity. Part of this thread was also to find what natural recipes that might work could be, so I would not have to be so reliant on laxatives for immediate results. As such I understand that there would be some prep work for be so that I am 'full' on the day of the meet. Best scenario would be a recipe that would naturally go through my system very fast, so that laxatives are not really required. But I understand that I still need to be careful.

Thanks for the warning. I have been chatting to him for a long time now and we have sent lots of pictures and videos. He has not outed me at all or threatened me with the material he has. I am not sure if he really knows that much about laxatives as he even though he keeps asking me to show him messing my diaper he never answers any questions about using enema's or laxatives, so I think I am going to have to prepare for him, at least this way I can be sure whats going into my body. Do you know of any combinations of laxatives that would be harmful?

Hi All I just wanted to asked around and see what good ideas other people have. I am going to be spending the weekend with a daddy and he has said that he really wants to see me in mess my diapers. I know that enema's are good for instant messing but I want to make more firm messes. He has also told me he plans to feed me lots to help things along. So as to make this a really messy weekend, what sort of recipes does anyone know to make quickly make messy diapers? What prep should I do leading up to the meet to ensure that I need to heavily mess my diapers? Please note that I do have quite a strong bladder and bowels so it will take a lot to get things moving.

Jason let out a slight moan as Jon kissed him deep and closed his eyes licking his lips and savoring the kiss. Jason open them again when he felt Jon's hands massaging his crotch, Jason's quickly becoming hard. "Oh you know, this and that" Jason said trying not to moan louder. Grabbing the new drink, Jason took a few deep gulps so as to suppress his moans. "What are you into?"

Upon hearing want Jon wanted, Jason choked a bit on his drink. "Well...it would be good to be screwed by a nice, strong, tall, masculine man, but finding men like that is difficult. You know of anyone?" Jason said trying in vain to not smile. "I don't know anything about becoming a bitch yours or anyone else's, why don't we have a few more drinks and we can see what happens?"

@Little Christine I was just wondering, that is all. I got a notification that I ranked up and thought, this is interesting, how does this ranking thing work. Searched around the forums using key words like Rank and Achievements but couldn't find the answer I was looking for, as such I posted a question. I was just naturally curious. @square_duck Thanks for the information. Also wondering if there is a list of ranks and achievements and there corresponding requirements, such as post this many time equal x rank?

Hi All I understand that one can get achievements and rank up on this website. I am just wondering if anyone has posted a guide to getting the various achievements and ranks on here? If this has already been done, please post the link to that thread, otherwise can someone please explain what all the different achievements and ranks are and how does one get them?

Turning around Jason looked straight, the up and the mysterious stranger. Coyly Jason said "Nothing fancy just an Ice Tea from Long Island" as he took a couple of sips through the straw. "Native enough, but life has been busy so I don't get out much." "How about you? What brings you to this fine established?"

Jason didn’t care much about his looks, but when trying to get into bars like this it helped that he had beautiful ebony white skin. With scruffy black hair, being of average height and weight, Jason was able to slip into the bar without being hassled too much about his pale skin. After entering the club and trying to survey the area, Jason made his way to the bar and ordered a drink…

Hi All Aussie based baby boy looking to get into role play. I am a long-time lurker and have read quite a lot of content on here. I would like to try role playing with someone for the first time. As this is my first time getting into role-play, I would prefer to do it with someone who is experienced. I much prefer to play the role of the sub/little/baby. While I am male, I am happy to be made into a sissy or a girl. No scenario is off limits, we can make it as depraved as you want it to be. My favorite tags are; messy diapers, humiliation, mistaken identity, force fed and forced regression by someone smaller and/or younger. Happy to play multiple characters. Happy to use either first or third person narration. Happy to write either short sentences or long paragraphs. Some scenarios we could do are: 1) I am a closeted ABDL and while walking around the mall diapered, you spot me. You decide to follow me and at the right time come up to me and begin to make me your baby. This could be by immediate public exposure, questioning why I am walking around in diapers, asking where my caretaker is because obviously a diapered boy like myself cannot be alone etc 2) During the lockdown, playing truth or dare with my younger sisters am dared to wear my sisters clothes. Because of the soft panties I cum making a wet spot. Since I cannot be trusted not to soil myself I am placed in diapers. From there I am slowly regressed more and more 3) Working as a babysitter, for revenge, one of my charges tied me up. They notice I get hard as they explain all the humiliating things they are going to do to me (initially just to freak me out) but given how I react decide to really do it. 4) Somehow I am diapered and regressed and can only watch as I slowly go from a strong independent man to that of a helpless diaper dependent baby I am happy to discuss other scenario’s DM me whenever you want. Looking forward to role-playing with someone soon

Would love the opportunity to play, check out my profile for more about me. I prefer to be the one babied, diapered, spanked and humiliated, nothing is too extreme for me. Online often, ask me anything anytime

Would like to roleplay if you are still looking? I like option 2, we could spin it to be more realistic, lost job because of covid. Happy to discuss further. Nothing is off limits for me.

Thank you for all the suggestions, I will have to try a few out and let you all know. I am thinking of either the Dry Oatmeal and/or Diaper Polymer for an added powder like substance.

Hi All Looking for some advice on enjoying a full messy diaper. I have fairly strong bowls and a slow metabolism and want to be able to enjoy a messy diaper on demand. I know that the best way is to take an enema, but I much prefer to have a more solid mess. Can anyone suggest ways to have a solid to semi-solid (relatively) instant messy diaper? I was thinking something like putting a lot of baby powder in the diaper after taking an enema, so when I mess my diaper the water mixes with the powder to make a thick sludge. Any other suggestions?

Hi, I am an Aussie who has recently moved to the US and is looking for friends. Would be happy to chat. pm me