Lavellan

The Vacation: Part 4 Tony's grumbling stomach interrupted his admiring of his diaper. He let out a big sigh but headed into the kitchen any way. His diaper rustled loudly the entire way making him smile. Deciding to cook up something quick instead of heating up freezer food, he opened the fridge. It totally wasn't an excuse to waddle around in his diaper a bit longer. Nope. Who was he kidding of course that was the reason. As Tony crinkled around the kitchen to cook, he sipped on a large bottle of lemonade. He hadn't got to have a full accident in his pull-ups without being afraid of leaking. But this time, he was going to flood it. He was sure his diaper could take it. He'd hold it as long as possible. Maybe even until he was dancing around. Until he just lost control completely. Right into his diaper. How much would it swell? He wondered. Finishing up his food, just a simple pasta, Tony spooned out a bowl and took it to the dining table. Usually he'd eat in his room, but Tony wanted to try new things. And sitting at the table, exposed to the open, gave him a thrill. It reminded him of mornings at Dylan's house. Tony would almost always wake up dry. Afterall, he wasn't a bedwetter. The first morning he woke up dry, he had gone to take the diaper off while Dylan cleaned up in the bathroom. "Tsk-tsk-tsk," Ms. Debbie said stopping him as she walked in. "If you're dry, you keep that diaper on." "Ms. Debbie! But I-" Tony tried to explain. He wasn't a bedwetter! He didn't need diapers! "No buts, no fuss." She crossed her arms and gave him a look. "Diapers aren't cheap and if you're gonna wear them, you're going to use them. House rule. You can ask Dylan." Said boy walked out of the bathroom with a nod. "Yeah, man. Mom is really strict about diapers. Did she tell you about the no pants rule?" "No pants rule?!" Tony asked grabbing onto his waistband. Ms. Debbie gave Dylan a look but nodded. "If you have to wear diapers in the morning, you don't get pants so I can see when you need to be changed." Tony looked very conflicted as he slowly lowered his pants. Luckily, the hem of his shirt covered most of his diaper, but it would be on full display as soon as he sat down. The childish baby print seemed like a beacon. 'Hey look! Look at this baby diaper!' It screamed. "Come on you two. I'll make pancakes." Ms. Debbie instructed softly. So Tony spent the entire morning in just his diaper and shirt. But Ms. Debbie and Dylan didn't make it weird. They didn't even mention it. The only sign that he was diapered besides the obvious what the crinkle that was heard everytime he leaned forward to drink his orange juice. Tony smiled everytime he shifted on the hard chair. Which was quite a lot seeing as how the lemonade was certainly catching up to him. Testing his boundaries, Tony pressed on his slighly bulging bladder and gasped at the feeling of borderline pleasure that came with the feeling of not quite wetting. His muscles were trained from toddlerhood so that he couldn't just pee at the dinner table. That night, shifting slightly due to his full bladder, he tucked himself into bed. It was odd laying down in a thick diaper. It was uncomfortable to lay on his side as usual. The diaper pushed his thighs apart too much. Laying on his back seemed to be a bit better but laying on his front seemed like the best solution. Once he was comfortable, it wasn't that hard to fall asleep. Pushing the blankets off his bed, Tony got up. His alarm clock binked 1:43 am at him and he grumbled. But he needed to pee. Badly. If he was at Dylan's he could have just used his diaper. He wouldn't even have to get out of bed. Tony grumbled the entire way to the bathroom. Standing in front of the toilet he pushed his pajamas down to grab himself. After all the fuss he put up about having to get up, it certainly was a relief to finally let- "Fuck!" Tony grumbled as he snapped awake and grabbed himself. He almost pissed himself. Pushing the blankets away, he sat up and turned his lamp on. He had to go all the way to the bathroom and- Suddenly, Tony realized he had his diaper on. He didn't have to get out of bed! Settling back under the blankets, Tony tried to relax enough to let go. Closing his eyes, he tried to imagine standing in front of the toilet again. It was hard. Harder than before. But he was laying down in bed instead of standing in the bathroom... Reaching for his bulging bladder, Tony pressed lightly. It didn't seem to help, so he tried lightly massaging it. All the sudden, he felt his bladder release. It was embarassing almost hearing the dull hissing sound as he wet himself. His diaper grew warm under his hand immediately, but unlike the pull-ups it started to absorb almost immediately. He could feel it swelling as he continued to wet. The warmth spread between his legs as the flow dribbled off all too soon. Tony had a smile on his face as he relaxed into the matress once more. Before he knew it, he was asleep once more. Lulled to sleep by the warmth of a wet diaper. (Short part before we get to the good stuff next time )

The Vacation: Part 3 By the time they decided to end the session, Tony was very much in need of a change. His pull-ups had cooled as time went on leaving an unpleasant feeling behind and he knew if he wasn't careful he'd get a rash. As his friends said their goodbyes and departed, Tony felt himself give a sigh of relief. "Hey, Tones what up a sec." Dylan spoke before Tony could make his exit. "Yeah, Dylan?" Tony asked shifting uncomfortably in his wet pull-ups. "Are you alright? You seemed a bit out of it during this session." Tony blushed. He had been a little less helpful this session. He couldn't help it. Every chance he got he couldn't help but reach down and feel his pull-ups just to make sure it was real. He had been hoping for a chance like this for a long time and he finally had it. "Yeah I'm fine. Just excited about being home alone for a week." He told his friend to hopefully ease his worry. Dylan was silent for a minute. "Well...if you ever get lonely just head on over here. Mom said she'd make lasagna if you decided to come for dinner. I swear she likes you better than me sometimes haha." Tony smiled. Dylan was such a good friend. And Ms. Debbie. She was like his second mom. Always helping out with homework and mediation when Tony and Dylan inevitably had a spat. "I know man. I'll come over tomorrow okay? Tomorrow evening. I'll bring my handheld and we can split screen like old times." Tony offered. It would decrease his diaper time, but it wasn't worth it to worry Ms. Debbie. "Sounds good. I'll let her know. Thanks, Tones." Dylan said softly. They shared a comfortable silence before Tony cleared his throat. "Well I should jump in the shower. I'll see you tomorrow." "Alright. See you." When Tony clicked off the chat he sighed and stood up. His pull-ups sagged between his legs and chaffed his thighs. Note to self: Do not go so long between changes. Finishing off his soda, Tony couldn't help but think about a time almost similar to now. "Chug, chug, chug, chug!" Dylan chanted as Tony guzzled down a bottle of root beer. His 3rd in as many hours. It was his birthday and he was finally able to have a sleepover at Dylan's. The other boy had been strangely reluctant to let him spend the night until that point. But now he was finally able to. It was great. They had eaten more of Tony's birthday cupcakes and gorged heavily on fizzy pop. "Take it easy you two." Ms. Debbie warned giving them both a look as she walked in. "Dylan you get a bath first." "Aw but mom! Can't we stay up late tonight? Just once? It's Tony's birthday!" Dylan whined even as he put his controller down and stood up. Ms. Debbie crossed her arms and gave her son a pointed stare. "I let you have cake instead of dinner because it's Tony's birthday. I don't wanna hear any lip. You're lucky you haven't gotten a tummy ache! Bath time. Now!" She said sternly giving her son a small swat on his bottom as he shuffled past. Tony picked up their empty bottles and plates when those mothering eyes turned to him. Without being told he dumped them into the garbage and put the dishes into the dishwasher. Ms. Debbie followed him and smiled. "You're a good boy, Anthony. No wonder your mom brags to anyone who will listen about her sweet baby son." "Ms. Debbie! I'm not a baby anymore! I'm 11- no 12 now! Almost a teenager!" Tony complained earning a laugh. "You'll always be your mother's baby, Tony. That's a fact of life! Now why don't you help me clean up the party decorations before it's your turn to take a bath." Back to the present, Tony sighed. That first sleepover at Dylan's would prove more eventful than first thought... Ripping the sides of the pull-ups open, Tony dumped the soaked briefs into a plastic bag to throw away later. The shower that came after was refreshing and relaxing at the same time. Tony made sure to be thorough in his cleaning to get all the urine off his skin. No rashes here. No sir. While he was at it, he took the time to shave his privates completely to make it easier for diaper changes in the future. Plus, he was very curious to know how diapers felt on smooth skin... Tony wrapped a towel around himself to dry off as he made his way back to his room. But not before grabbing his mother's talcum powder. Laying his towel down on the floor as a makeshift changing mat, Tony ripped open the package of diapers. Taking one out he noticed how much thicker it was compared to even both pull-ups. He shivered in anticipation. Or maybe it was the chill. As he laid down on the towel he thought about his first experience with diapers outside of babyhood. Coincidentally it was that same night... Ms. Debbie had tucked them both into Dylan's bed. "Goodnight boys. Come get me if you need me." "Night, mom." "G'night, Ms. Debbie." She flicked the light switch off, leaving the door cracked and the bathroom light on just in case. Tony turned to Dylan, shocked to see his eyes drooping already. "Dude!" Tony said in disbelief. "What?" "You're falling asleep on me!" "I can't help it dude." Dylan whined as he rolled to face Tony. "It's sugar crash." Tony could do nothing but sigh as he looked at his friend. He was a little sleepy too...deciding that resting his eyes for a moment wouldn't hurt too bad, Tony closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he was deep asleep. And just as suddenly he was being shoved awake. "Dude did you wet my bed?!" Dylan's voice pierced through Tony's dream. "Wha-" Tony asked as he cracked his eyes open. "You did! You totally wet my bed! I'm telling mom!" Dylan said crawling over Tony. It was just then Tony realized the wetness around him. Shooting up out of bed, his jaw dropped. His crotch was wet, the matress was wet, the blankets were wet. Everything. And it was on his side too! No mistaking it. He had wet the bed. He had wet Dylan's bed. And Dylan went to go tell his mom. Tony was frozen in his spot as he looked at the plain evidence on the sheets. Dylan would tell the whole school. He'd never want to be friends with a bedwetter! Tony felt his life was over. "- so I woke up and moved the blankets and the bed was wet, Mom! He totally peed himself!" Tony heard Dylan's voice say as both him and his mother entered the room. Ms. Debbie has a robe on but wasn't so disheveled, so Tony assumed she wasn't yet asleep. "Hush, Dylan. That's enough." "But mom!-" "I said thats enough Dylan Paul!" She warned busting out the first and middle name. "Now start stripping the bed while I get Tony settled." Dylan deflated instantly. "Yes, ma'am..." He mumbled as he walked over and pulled the blanket back. "Come on, sweetie." Ms. Debbie coaxed to Tony as she grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom. "I'm sorry." Tony forced out with teary eyes. "I'll clean the matress I promise-" "Hush now, sweetie. Don't worry about the matress. Let's get you cleaned up. Raise your arms for me?" She instructed and slipped Tony's shirt off his body. Ms. Debbie was gentle as she helped him strip out of his wet clothes leaving his shivering slightly in the cold air. Motioning for him to step into the tub, she detached the shower head and handed it to him. "Rinse off real good. Use the purple soap. Call for me when you're done and I'll bring some of Dylan's clothes." "Yes ma'am." Tony sniffled as he did as told. He forced himself not to cry as he washed away the evidence of his accident with shaky hands. When he finished he wrapped a towel around himself and called out for Ms. Debbie. "I'm here, sweetie." She said upon entering with a small stack of clean pjs. "Dry off now." Tony made sure he was extra dry before reaching for the clothes. "Hold on a moment, sweetie. Let me see your towel." Confused, Tony did so just to watch Ms. Debbie lay it out on the floor. "Lay down while I explain something to you." Tony felt fear inside as he did as instructed and watched Ms. Debbie set the clothes down and pick up something white from the pile. Belatedly he realized it was a diaper. Immediately his tears came back. "I'm sorry! Please don't make me wear diapers! I won't do it again!" He begged covering his red face. Ms. Debbie let out a sigh as she kneeled down. "This isn't your fault, Anthony. It's a house rule. Night time accidents mean diapers. Sarah had to do the same thing. And Dylan." This gave him pause. "D-Dylan?" Tony asked as he wiped at his cheeks. "Yeah. Dylan Paul hasn't kept his bed dry in weeks. His sister Sarah was the same way when she was your age. But that's why we have the accident rule." She explained as he lifted his hips and set the diaper under him. He barely reacted as he processed the information she just gave him. "But I'm not a bed wetter!" He defended. "I know you aren't. You just drank too much soda. But I'm not taking chances tonight. Just ask Dylan." At the mention of his friend Tony tensed. At the same time, Ms. Debbie shook out baby powder onto his bare crotch. Normally he might have been embarrassed about her seeing him naked, bit Ms. Debbie was like his mom. She probably changed him plenty of times when he was an actual baby. "Do you think he's gonna wanna be my friend still?" He asked sadly. "Of course, Anthony. You're his best friend. He probably excited about this to be honest with you. He was so afraid you would find out that he wouldn't let you spend the night until tonight." Pulling the diaper up, she taped it into place and patted the front. "There you go, sweetie. Get dressed and head back to Dylan's room. He's probably got the sheets changed by now." She stood up and washed her hands before stepping out of the bathroom leaving Tony to get dressed. Tony stood up gaping at the diaper. It fit him perfectly. But he figured that was because he wasn't much bigger than Dylan. If there's were his diapers there was no doubt they fit. Speaking of his friend, Tony dressed quickly and headed to Dylan's room to see said boy fixing the pillows back into place. Distantly, the sound of the washer could be heard. "Why didn't you tell me?" Tony asked slightly hurt. They were best friends after all. "Because, idiot! I thought you would tell the whole school!" Dylan huffed. "Don't call me an idiot, stupid!" "Don't call me stupid, idiot!" "Both you boys better lay down and go back to sleep before I come in there and spank you both red!" Ms. Debbie threatened from the other room. "Sorry mama!" "Sorry Ms. Debbie." They didn't mention it again after that. Just went on about their lives. Still best friends. But Tony remembered waking up still wet the next morning. This time the sheets were dry. It was all in his diaper. That was the first time he remembered liking the feeling of a wet diaper. Debbie had told him it was diapers for three nights for every accident. Those were the house rules. So the next 6 nights Tony came over, he found himself diapers. Almost anticipating it every time. After the 6 nights they asked Ms. Debbie together for him to just stay in them. Dylan kept having accidents and it made him feel better to know he had a diaper friend. Eventually though, he stopped wetting the bed at 13 years old and the diapers disappeared. A burried secret between the two and unspoken of now. Tony, in the present, followed the same movements as Ms. Debbie did when diapering him until he had a thick snug diaper. Sitting up, Tony looked in the mirror and smiled. The design wasn't cute in the slightest. Just plain white. But it was a diaper. His diaper. The young man found himself shifting his hips just to hear it crinkle. It was so loud. Anyone he walked passed would hear it. And the talcum powder...the smell added to the effect somehow. "It's so thick..." He muttered to himself as his hands rubbed over the front and the back. "Can I even walk straight?" He mused as he stood up. The diaper pushed his legs apart and made him waddle noticeably. It was...well it made him feel cute. He shivered in the open air and sighed. Clothes. Or at least a shirt. He grabbed his largest sleep shirt and slipped it on. Standing in front of his mirror, he saw the shirt barely covered the tabs. Lifting the hem with one hand, he pressed the front with the other. "Big boys don't wear diapers." He mused feeling his stomach flutter. He wasn't a big boy. Then what was he? 'I know exactly what I am.' He thought. 'I'm a diaper boy.' He let out a delightful shudder. Yes. That's exactly right. (A little more character development :3 )

The Vacation: Part 2 Deciding the pull-ups would be better for now, Tony ripped open the package and kicked off his shorts and underwear. The pull-ups were cute, he had to admit. And looked like they big enough to fit him. All that was left was to see how they felt. Tony stepped into the pull-up with shaky movements. Nervousness and excitement creeping in. It was like slow motion as he pulled them up his legs, passed his thighs and snuggly on his hips. After a second of adjusting, he turned towards his mirror to see how he looked. The pull-up fit perfectly. Snug but not tight. Comfortable, almost like regular underwear. Not being able to help himself, he ran his hand down the back of the pull-up, twisting to watch his movements in the mirror. It wasn't thick, Tony was surprised about his disappointment at that. But what it lacked in thickness it made up for in the design. It was cute. He was cute. 'I look cute wearing super hero pull-ups like a bedwetter.' Tony thought. That thought both embarrassed him and excited him at the same time. Again, his phone beeped signalling a message from Dylan. 'Come on man. We're gonna start without you.' Right. The game...Tony stopped his pull-up inspection and turned to grab some shorts from his drawer. It was only when he had them halfway up his legs that he realized...nobody else was home. He didn't need to hide his pull-up. Wicked grin on his face, he tossed the shorts aside and went over to his computer. Quickly booting it up and getting on his game, he put his headset on. "I was about to send out a search party for you. What took so long?" Dylan asked. His other friends hummed in agreement. "I had to put the food away." Tony told them even as his hand reached down to press against his pull-up. That was an thought. His pull-up. But it made him happy all the same. "Start the game already!" Getting sucked into the game, Tony almost completely forgot he was wearing a pull-up. It was only the small breaks between matches that he realized he was touching the pull-up. Almost like a reminder. It was only when Dylan called for a break did Tony realize they had been playing for an hour and a half already. "Get food, or drinks, or go piss. Whatever I don't care. But meet back up in 15 minutes." There were a few clicks as people disconnected from the voice chat and Tony followed suit. 15 minutes... He had eaten before his parents left. He supposed a soda wouldn't hurt. The cold air from the fridge when he opened it reminded him of the fact that he had no pants on whatsoever. His pull-up was on full display. For nobody but himself but it made Tony smile. Going back to his room he found he still had plenty of time. He could go to the bathroom. But he'd have to take the pull-up off. Tony found he was very reluctant to do so. Part of him was nervous about wetting his pull-up. He didn't want it to leak and make a mess. And he'd still have to change afterwards. Unless he doubled up. Tony felt himself smile. Yeah he could do that. Going back to the package, he pulled out another pull-up. Poking a couple holes in the one he was currently wearing, he slipped the other one on top. It was like the first time, but better now. There was a noticeable thickness now. Again he looked to the mirror as he inspected. 'Even cuter than the first time.' Tony quickly found it was a lot harder to go in his pull-ups than he thought. The need was there, but his body wouldn't let him go. He didn't have time to wait around either before his friends got curious about his whereabouts. As a last ditch effort he walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet. Closing his eyes, he imagined pulling down his pants and underwear and the feeling he got when he let go. "Come on," he whined and was rewarded with a small dribble that he forced into a small stream. The pull-up grew warmer inside as he felt it absorb all the wetness. Putting his hand on the outside he could feel the first pull-up swell up. When it began leaking into the second, there was a noticable warmth. Tony was surprised that he could feel the pull-ups working double time to absorb. Cutting off the flow was about as hard as getting himself to go, but Tony didn't have time to wait. Pull-up pleasantly warm, he shuffled back into his room and sat down at his computer. All thoughts about changing disappearing when he saw the time. He must have spent too much time admiring his pull-ups in the mirror. Putting his headset back on and joining the chat, nobody seemed to notice he was the last to return. Like before, Tony found himself touching his pull-up during matches. But this time they were thicker and warm with his wetting. He'd have to change soon. Then he'd try the diapers. The main event so to speak. His stomach fluttered with butterflies as he imagined what it would feel like to wet one of those. Was he addicted now? Addicted to diapers. He laughed at the thought. He liked them though. At least he was liking his pull-ups. His wet pull-ups. Goodness gracious. Tony was surprised with his own thoughts. His small interest was becoming something more. If this was what was sparked after just wearing pull-ups, he wondered what would happen when he tried diapers...good thing he had a week to figure it out.

The Vacation: Part 1 Tony felt like he was going to vibrate in excitement. But he couldn't let his parents pick up on what he was thinking as they carried their bags to the door. "Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad. Have fun on your trip!" He told them both as he hugged them. As previously stated, his parents were going out of town for a whole week. Needing some time for themselves and finally feeling comfortable enough to do so for longer than a few days. Usually, Tony would be stuck "babysitting" his 14 year old sister Isabella during this time. Toting her to all her friends' houses, cooking her dinner every night, even bringing her along when he went into town for his own business. He loved her, of course, but for a young man at the age of 18 he had better things to do when left alone. That would change this time however. Isabella had managed to convince her parents to let her go on a school trip to New York that lasted the same duration. She was ecstatic. And so was Tony for that matter. He finally had the freedom to do what he wanted while his parents were gone. Who knows when he'd get another chance like this! "Try not to burn the house down while we're gone." His father told him only partially joking. "George, give him a break. He's such a good boy! You know we never have to worry about him." His mom, only able to do so thanks to her heels, grabbed his cheeks in a pinch and spoke to him in a baby voice. "Isn't that right, Mama's baby boy? Always been Daddy's good boy too!" "Mom! Cut it out!" Tony whined as he pulled away. Cheeks red from both the pinching and embarrassment. "You're gonna miss your flight!" His father, always early, instinctively looked to his watch and nodded. "Josie we better get going so we can get there before it gets busy." Tony's mother waved him off but grabbed her bag anyway. "Fine. Bye sweetie! We'll text you when we get there! Call us if anything happens!" Finally, finally, his parents got into the car and drove away. As soon as Tony closed the door he let out a large cheer and raced up the stairs to his room. Texting his friends the good news, they all shared his feelings. 'Tony does this mean 24 hours gaming sessions every day?!' His best friend Dylan asked. 'You wish.' Tony texted back. 'Well are we going to at least play right now?' 'Give me an hour. I need to go to the store and stock up on microwave food.' He lied feeling only slightly guilty. 'Bummer man.' Tony was going to the store, but his focus wasn't the microwave food. They had plenty already. What he wanted was the diapers. An unusual thing to want as an 18 year old boy. But Tony wasn't like other boys. He wasn't a party-er of any sort; more content to play video games online with his friends instead. And unlike most boys, while he did play sports, he wasn't obsessed with them. This was summer break though. No sports to be played at all. And no sister to bug him into taking her with him. And nobody else in the house to catch him... His phone beeped, catching his attention. 'At the airport now, hun. See you in a week!' His mom messaged. That was the all clear. Now stuck at the airport, there was no chance of them randomly coming home for forgotten items. Grabbing his keys off his desk, he raced back downstairs and to his own car in the driveway. Driving to the nearest store he knew would have them, Tony couldn't sit still. He knew where he was going and knew what he wanted. Going down the isle of adult diapers, he found a package that had just what he needed. Heavy absorbency, disposable, tab closure diapers. He would never be able to buy these with his sister. She would question him on every turn. He wouldn't even be able to look at them. But she wasn't here now. Turning to go check out, Tony's eyes caught on a colorful package. It was a package of Goodnites. Marketed for bedwetters. Tony already had what he needed...but the childish designs on the pull-ups made him curious to what they would feel like on him. Deciding it wouldn't hurt to try, he grabbed one of the largest sizes hoping they would fit. Shopping done, he went straight for the self-checkout, and took his new purchases home. Heart pounding in his chest, Tony grabbed the packages and tossed them onto his bed, unsure on which to try first...but he would have plenty of time for both.

Bears! Yes! And lions. And tigers especially! ? I look foward to getting to know some folks here. Maybe even get involved in the festivities! Cats DO seem like the spoiled sort to wear diapers in secret. Hmmm... That's a crazy thought haha! Thanks for the warm welcome! ?

I guess I'll start this off by, again, saying hi. I go by many names. Y'know with different usernames on different platforms and such. But I always stick with Den as a go to name. Or call me Lavellan but it's sort of a mouthful haha. Some stuff about me: - I'm a nerd. I mean a big nerd. I love video games (the more fantasy the better). I mostly play RPG cames. FPS games are okayish but I get tired of them quicker. Except Overwatch; I binged that game for a year and a half. - I'm prettt new to this whole thing. Diapers and stuff. I've always been into it, but I've always been really private about it. More out of lack of trust than shame. But I guess that changes here haha. - I'm in college right now. About to finish up my first semester. I'm doing well. I've always been a bookworm so it's to be expected. Now if I could just stop procrastinating... - I like dogs! And cats! But mostly dogs! I have no problem getting random dms of picture of anyone's pets. Even if you don't have dogs. I like snakes too! Repiles, amphibians, ferrets, deer, hell I'd even love to see the racoon eating out of your garbage! I just love animals. Well that seems to cover the bases. Nerd, newbie, student, animals...Yeah! I look forward to making friends here. Peace out girl scouts ✌ -Den/Levellan