Lavellan

"Fine...i'll do it." Jason finally agreed thinking his mom coming to the restroom in front of all those people to help him in a diaper was too humiliating. Putting the phone down on the counter he grabbed the diaper. It shouldn't be hard. He'd seen his little cousins getting changed all the time and his aunt's changed them easily even as they kicked and squirmed. Pushing his pants down to his ankles and his underwear with them, he opened the diaper up. Normally his aunts would make his cousins lay on the floor, but he refused to lay on a public bathroom floor. So he slid the diaper in place between his legs and used the wall to hold it in position. The tapes were a bit of a struggle to get right soon enough he had them on tight enough that the diaper didn't slip down his legs. "This is ridiculous." He grumbled just to let his mother know now much he disapproved. Walking over to the counter he was mortified to hear the diaper crinkle with every step. Well, at least they were only for night time. Picking his phone up he tapped the camera icon and scowled as the video came up. He turned the camera so that it showed him standing in the mirror with his pants around his ankles and diaper on. "Happy now?" He looked at himself with a pout. Sure, he wet the bed, but this...this was torture! Stomach full of dred he noticed another nail in the coffin of his dignity. "Oh god they have a baby print on them! Mom why?!"

Jason picked up the phone with gritted teeth. "Mom you can't be serious!" He said immediately without even a greeting. From the corner of his eye he could see a parent looking at him. Her child was clinging to her leg as they shopped but there was no mistaking that she was looking at him occasionally. He snatched the diaper off the counter out of her view and headed for the restroom to hide. "I don't want to wear diapers!" He whined as soon as he shut the door and locked it behind him. The object in question was tossed onto the sink counter as if it burned him.

Jason grew red as soon as the first package was placed on the counter and it only got worse as more and more piled up. This had to be some kind of sick joke. There was no way. There had to be another solution. His mom had to be pulling his leg or something. He wanted to shout. He wanted to throw the diapers on the floor. He wanted to just run out and leave the stupid diapers there on the counter. But he knew his mother would have a fit. "Yeah no, that's not happening. Can I just take them and go? We have somewhere else to be." Somewhere else meaning literally anywhere else but here in front of a girl who now knew the diapers were for him. She was practically his age!

Jason frowned ad they pulled into the parking lot of a children's store. But...bedwetting was a kid issue. He only hoped nobody pinpointed him as a bed wetter. Glaring at his mother as she questioned his ability to do a simple thing like go into a store, he snarked. "I'm sure I'll manage." He knew better than to slam the car door as he got out, but he stomped into the store with enough attitude to convey his annoyance. He ignored everyone else as he walked up to the counter labelled "Pick-Up". "I'm here to pick up something my mom ordered. Under the name Leanna?"

"It was fine." Jason said slightly more relaxed now that it seemed his mom wasn't upset. "I didn't really lie." He defended weakly. "I was doing laundry." Either way he sensed he wasn't going to win the argument. What he did worry about was her "solution" to his bedwetting. Surely it wasn't so simple as to be resolved in one night. "What is it, mom? Where are we going?"

Jason was nervous the entire ride to school. On edge for if his mom brought up his nighttime accident. But the ride was eerily quiet until they arrived. "Yes, ma'am." Was all he could say feeling bad for keeping his mom awake all night for some stupid bedwetting. Hopefully her solution could end his bedwetting and they could both get a good night's sleep. He sat anxiously through all his classes and brushed off his friend's offers to hang out at the end of class. Telling them all his mom was waiting for him. Getting into the car, he held his backpack in his lap as he greeted his mother. "Hi mom..."

Jason wanted to protest but he was too ashamed. His mother was saying things he already knew. He was too old to be wetting the bed. And yet here he was with wet bedding at 2am. "Yes, ma'am." He agreed quickly as he scooped up the clothes and practically ran down the stairs to get away from the situation. He quickly put the sheets in the wash before adding soap and turning it on before going back to his room to sleep like his mom said. He was glad he had fresh sheets stored away in his closet for this very reason and made the bed before crawling inside. Slowly, Jason fell asleep to the sound of his own breathing and tried not to think about what was to come tomorrow. The next morning came with his alarm clock beeping in his ear. Jumping out of bed, this time dry, Jason rushed to get ready on time before meeting his mom downstairs so she could drop him off at school. He was even a little early just in case his mom woke up in a bad mood.

"It's nothing!" Jason protested immediately as he shuffled nervously. "It's just..." He couldn't lie to her. She'd know right away. She'd Always been good at spotting his lies. And he was tired as it was. What other excuse could he use to get her to forget it... "I-I drank too much water before bed or something!" He stuttered with his face turning red. "It's nothing like I said! Just laundry. I didn't know it was so late." Mostly true. Now if only his mom would just let it go.

Jason stood, classic dear in headlights, as his mom interrogated him. His worst fear was coming true. Holding the bedding tighter he stuttered out. "I'm just doing some laundry, mom. Just...catching up on laundry!" His excuse was weak, but true. Hopefully his mother would see that for what it was and let it go. Turning around, he headed for the stairs once more. "I'll just put these in the wash and go back to bed."

Jason shot up in bed out of a deep sleep only to realize he was too late. Too late, because there was already a sizable wetspot on his blankets spreading out from his crotch. He cursed as he jumped out of bed, turning on his bedside lamp to assess the damages. This had been happening for week now. Not every night but more days than not out of the week. The boy didn't know what was wrong. It started from simple dreams of rivers and forests and suddenly he was waking up with wet pajamas. He seemed to have been keeping it secret so far, but there were quite a few near misses and he was afraid his mother was getting suspicious. But he was trying to keep her from finding out. If she found out there's no telling how she'd react. He was 17 after all. 17 year olds shouldn't be pissing the bed. They should be going to parties and driving and going to football games. But here Jason was standing in his room in the middle of the night with pee soaked pajamas. Jason sighed as he turned on his bedroom light and began to strip the bed. With a learned quickness he started to pull the sheets off the bed and pile them onto the floor. To protect the matress he had laid down three beach towels underneath and so far they seemed to absorb whatever wetness his blankets didn't catch. Next came his own clothes. Stripping down naked his clothes added to the pile. Pulling on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt from his dresser, he gathered the blankets in his arms and started to sneak them downstairs to the washer. He only hoped it was late enough that his mom was deep asleep.

I'm looking to start up another roleplay. Female or male doesn't matter to me but I'll be playing a male. Expectations would be long posts or at least longish posts. Mostly centered around diapers and stuff. Maybe a little bit of babying but no nursery stuff. Some humiliation but i'd prefer it not to be public. I'd like to play the more submissive role. We can both play diapered characters but I'd prefer it if your character dominated mine in some way. Possible plots: 1. We're roomates that share the same computer and I forget to log off so you see my whole history full of diaper related things. Perhaps even find my stash of diapers and make sure I can't hide them again. 2. You're have the interest in diapers and I don't but with some convincing you get me to try them. And you try to get me to like them. Or you blackmail me to try them. 3. Your my boss who has found the small stash of diapers I keep in my desk. After you confront me you find I alway wear them to work. 4. You're a parent who's tired of my wet sheets every night and tell me that to live under your roof I have to wear diapers. And somehow turn it from diapers nightly to daily until I'm not allowed to use the toilet at all anymore. These are just some suggestions. I'd be cool with diaper slave training, or pet play even. Things like that with you as the dom and me as the sub. Like I said I'm open to negotiating plot and stuff these are just examples. Feel free to PM me or reply here if you're interested.

The Vacation: Part 9 Tony was led back into the living room a little bit later. And he looked to Dylan for instruction. He didn't have to wait long before Dylan was sitting down on the couch and tossing a pillow onto the carpet. "Kneel." Tony complied feeling warm inside at the pillow given to protect his knees. He looked up at Dylan awaiting his next order. "Your position is wrong." Dylan told him causing Tony to frown. He wasn't sure what Dylan wanted. He was on his knees already. "What do you want me to do?" He asked seriously. "I wanna be good." He could tell he used the right words as Dylan leaned forward with a smile. His hand reaching up and carding through his hair for the first time making Tony's eyes flutter closed at the tenderness. "So eager to please. I like that." The hand disappeared and Tony's eyes snapped open just as Dylan nudged his knees. "Spread your thighs. I want to see your diaper. You don't ever get to hide your diapers from me understand?" Tony's knees spread fast leaving him to sit down on his heels. The thick padding on his ass kept the position from being uncomfortable. "Yes, Sir." "Good boy." Dylan praised as he tapped Tony's hands that were resting on his knees. "These go behind your back." Again Tony followed instructions as he tucked his arms behind him. Arms resting on opposite elbows. "Good boy. You're learning so fast." Dylan grabbed Tony's chin gently and made their eyes meet. "Back straight, head forward, eyes on me. This is Attention, First Position. Understand?" Tony couldn't fought down the urge to salute. That's what a brat would do and he was a good boy. "Attention, First Position. Yes, sir." Dylan's hand released his chin and stroked across his cheek. "Good boy. Are you ready to learn the next position?" "Yes, sir." Tony said enthusiastically. Dylan's happy smile said it all as he placed his foot on the pillow for Tony's knees. "Kneel on it, diaper boy." Tony again followed instructions hoping to please Dylan. In this position, Dylan's toes pressed his diaper into his crotch in a way that sitting in a chair didn't. And when Dylan's toes moved Tony felt his lips part in an involuntary gasp. The feeling was erotic. Like one of those back massagers but on his diaper. He barely heard Dylan speak in a knowing voice. "Still dry I see, diaper boy." Dylan observed as he placed his hand on Tony's shoulder. "In this positon you are free to lean against my leg, rest your chin or cheek on my knee, and relax your arms." Immediately Tony did so, noticing how the pressure increased. His arms reached up to cling to Dylan's leg like a kid not wanting their parent to leave. He felt a hand petting in his hair as well. Unconsciously, his hips began slowly moving against his best friends foot. Almost rutting like an animal. His cock, something unnoticed until now, started to harden and press against the soft interior of his diaper wanting out. "Nuh uh." Dylan said in his dom voice as Tony began to recognize. The hand in his hair tightened slightly. And Tony hissed as he opened his eyes. "Did I give you permission to do that, little boy?" It was like a bucket of ice was pour over his head and Tony froze. Fuck he was messing up again. "No I'm sorry I didn't-" "Hush." Dylan commanded as he pulled Tony's hair back to get him to look him in the eye. It didn't hurt at all, but Tony winced anyway. "I understand you may be experiencing some new sensations today, but you will not hump or rut or touch or grind or anything of the sort unless I say so. Do I make myself clear? This is your first and only warning on the matter." "Yes, sir! I won't I promise." Tony said almost pleading with his eyes. It was a surprise when Dylan released his hair so quickly and smoothed it down. "Good. I don't like punishing you, y'know. I enjoy having an obedient little diaper boy. I like rewarding my obedient little diaper boy." Dylan told him in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. Tony surprised himself with the whimper of want that escaped him. "I'll be good." "I know you will. I know." They sat there for another minute before Dylan brought up the next position. This went on for another half hour. Dylan instructing Tony through new poses that flaunted his diapered ass for all to see. Some were easy like hands and knees. But others required more concentration like holding his knees to his chest. Gradually, his boner went down as he forced focus on perfecting each position and memorizing it for later reference. However, all of this only served to aggravate his groaning stomach until it was unable to be ignored. Sitting up from the last position Tony held his stomach and winced. "Dylan I need to go." Dylan seemed ready to question him until he noticed Tony's stance. Happy grin in place, he patted his knee. "Come here." Knowing better than to protest, Tony clamored up to straddle Dylan's knee. Shifting uncomfortably as his stomach grumbled more. "Dylan I need to goooo." He stressed. "Then goooo." Dylan mocked as he wrapped an arm around Tony's waist to keep him from getting up. "That's what you're diapers are for." Tony whined as he held himself up off Dylan's chest. "I can't do that!" "Why not?" Dylan asked amused. "It..." Tony seemed to wilt a little in embarrassment. "It's messy and gross." "But I'm the one changing your diapers and I say it's fine." Tony huffed as he looked Dylan in the eye. He was pouting. Lip poked out pouting. But his friend was still smiling. Before he could speak a cramp formed in his stomach and Tony nearly doubled over. His forehead pressed against Dylan's shoulder and arms wrapped around his middle. "Hnng," he groaned almost panting as the cramp lessened. "You're gonna laugh." "Hey now..." Dylan's voice was soft. "No I won't. I may tease you but I'd never make fun of you. Especially not for using your diaper-" Another cramp came and Tony clung to Dylan tighter. "D-Dylan please." "Let it out, Tony. Be a good boy and use your diaper." Dylan encouraged. He rubbed his hand up and down Tony's back reassuringly while holding him close. "Nohoho-" Tony cried out as he seemingly lost the battle. Grunting, he felt the first waves of mess flow into his diaper. Warm and mushy and slimy. Belatedly he recognized Dylan's hand on the back of his diaper. Not pushing but feeling. Feeling as the seat of his diaper expanded with the force of his mess. Once he started he couldn't stop either. His stomach gurgled as another wave came and Tony could do nothing but pant and push. Meanwhile, Dylan kept a steady train of encouragement going in his ear. "There we go. Good boy. Just like that. Keep it up. Almost there. Good boy. I'm so proud of you. Making your diaper so full huh?" He was. Tony could feel it. Filling from the seat of his diaper to the back and trying to push up the front. The sound was embarrassing as well. Passing gas, the slosh of the mess, his own pathetic mewling. It was almost too much Tony felt as he sniffled and held onto Dylan for dear life. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the last of the mess slid out of Tony's ass leaving him shaking and shuddering in Dylan's lap. However, it seemed like he relaxed too much as his bladder decided to give way as well. Soiling the rest of his diaper and making it sag. Tony cursed under his breath but was too worn out to stop the flow until it petered off. "Good job, Tones. You did so well for me. You really are my perfect little diaper boy, huh?" Dylan cooed as he patted the messy diaper. "So pretty and obedient for me. Yes you are." Tony basked in the praise until he no longer felt like his world was ending. Wiping his eyes with his fist he slowly pulled away feeling the mushiness in his diaper move with him. "You mean it?" He asked quietly. "Of course, Tony. I knew from the moment I saw you diapered that you were going to make an amazing sub for me." Dylan said sincerely. He allowed another minute more before the smell started to creep in and he knew Tony would want to get clean. "Come on. I bet you want a shower after that, huh?" Tony nodded and carefully stepped off Dylan's knee. "Yes, sir." "Well come on then." Dylan let Tony lead the way to the bathroom as he admired his diaper boy's soiled ass. The diaper was largely discolored now and bulging out with Tony's mess and almost looked to be close to leaking. The praise didn't even stop as they arrived in the bathroom and Dylan closed the bathroom door. "Take off your shirt and step in the shower and I'll take off the diaper. We can rinse you off before you get cleaned up." It took some finagling, but soon enough Tony was free to shower as he pleased and Dylan was taking a heavy plastic bag out to the garbage. When he came back inside, he readied the supplies to change Tony once more. All he had to do now was wait.

"Peter," Tony started to get the boy's attention. "I want you to be happy. And I want you to feel safe enough to ask for the things you want." He set his cup to the side and sighed. This was a hard conversation for them both. "You know how I was like when I was younger? I was a drunk who slept with a different woman every night. I was every PRs nightmare. Scandals and rumors were normal for me." Tony hated thinking of his past. Mostly cringing at his own selfishness and stupidity. But he was a different man now. A hero to many and a son to take care of. He repented, Tony had to reminded himself. He wasn't that man anymore. "This...thing you have going...I'd much prefer you doing this than acting like me. So kid...Don't hide from me. Talk to me. Tell me what you need." Tony implored and tried to pass his sincerity into Peter. "What do you need? Do you want more toys? Clothes? Furniture even? I'm grasping at straws here, kiddo. Just talk to me." Tony would buy Peter anything. He would do anything. He'd sell his tower. He'd build a mansion just for Peter. Money couldn't buy happiness, but it would get him the tools he needed to make his kid happy.

You know those facebook posts with the dogs having signs around their necks shaming them for some sort of shenanigans? What kind of sign would your pets have? And I say pets because I know full well cats and even birds get up to the same type of mischief all the time! Here's some examples to get the ball rolling. (None of these images are mine)

The Vacation: Part 8 Dylan came back carrying both their plates and bottles of soda. What surprised Tony was when he didn't set the plate down in front of where Tony sat. Instead, he kept walking to the other end of the table and set both their plates down next to each other. Dylan's at the head of the table and Tony's in the seat next to it. "Sit here." Tony stood up to obey but was confused. "Why though? What's wrong with my seat?" Dylan quirked an eyebrow as he opened both of their sodas. "Strike two. Don't question me when I give you an order. I want to sit here and I want you to sit there." Tony felt surprised at the second strike. He barely registered when he got the first one. What would happen when he got to three? When? If? He didn't know. "Fine." He said for lack of anything else and sat down in the seat. "Good boy." Dylan praised as he started in on his own pizza. The term sent a spark of...something down Tony's spine. Something that made his thighs tremble causing his diaper to crinkle. And he was once again reminded that he had no pants on. "So," Dylan spoke as he finished his first bite. Wiping his hands on his napkin he looked to Tony. "Any questions about your expectations here?" Tony nodded as he paused his eating. "Do I have to call you Master or something?" This earned a chuckle from Dylan as he shook his head. "Like I said, that's not my thing. Sir, on occasion, will suffice. Understand?" "Yeah..." Tony answered with only a slight bit of confusion when Dylan looked at him expectantly. "Oh! Yes, sir." "Good boy." There it was again. The endearment. This time it caused a smile to spread across Tony's face as he ate. "Oh you like being a good boy?" Dylan teased. But there were serious undertones in his voice that showed he expected an answer. "I...I dunno. Maybe? Sir?" Tony turned red. "It...feels good. To be good." Dylan scooted his seat closer to Tony as if their knees weren't already touching under the table. He leaned closer as if he were telling a secret with that same knowing look in his eye. "Well I'm sure you're going to be a very good boy for me tonight aren't you? I'd hate to give you a third strike." "What happens then?" Tony asked, his heart and breath picking up ever so slightly. "Then I'm going to spank your little diapered ass til it's candy apple red." Dylan said immediately. As if he'd planned this already. Tony's hand dropped down to his diaper automatically as his thighs spread. Dylan must have felt the movement under the table as he smirked. "You like that idea? Those three swats from before will seem like nothing. Trust me." There was a silence between them both for a minute as they stared each other down. It was broken as Dylan straightened up and cleared his throat. "Hands on the table and eat diaper boy." "...y-yes, sir." Tony responded as he forced himself to comply. The rest of the meal passed by normally as Tony asked a few more questions about Doms and Diaper Lovers and dynamics. Dylan seemed to know anything Tony asked about which was nice. It made Tony feel better to know that at least one of them knew the ins and outs of whatever this was. Tony finished the last of his pizza and went to wipe his face, but there was no napkin. Dylan had one but he didn't. Thinking it was just a simple mistake he stood up and turned to head into the kitchen. "Where do you think you're going?" Dylan asked warningly. Surprised by the tone after being praised so much made Tony tense. "I...was going to wash my hands? I don't have a napkin." "You don't leave the table unless I say so. Understood?" Dylan pushed his chair out but made no move to get up. Instead he pointed to the floor next to his seat. "Come here." "But Dylan-" "Third strike. I told you not to question an order. Now come here." Dylan looked disappointed as he pointed again. Tony felt his stomach drop. Dylan wasn't even punishing him for leaving the table. Because how was Tony supposed to know. But Tony knew better than to question an order. Obviously Dylan knew what he was doing. So Tony walked over and stood by Dylan's seat. "I'm sorry." Dylan gave him a reassuring look. "I know you are. But I have to teach you the rules don't I?" "Yes sir." "That's what I thought. Now kneel." Dylan ordered as he reached for something by his plate. Rushing to comply Tony dropped down on his knees making sure not to get his messy hands on Dylan's pants. Watching the other man he saw him pull out another napkin. A clean and unused one from beside his plate. "Oh..." Tony said quietly in realization. Dylan gave him a small smile. "Yeah. 'Oh'." Gentle as could be he took one of Tony's wrists in hand and began cleaning his fingers of pizza remains. "See? I know what I'm doing. And I have reasons for what I do. I don't have to tell you those reasons if you just trust me. You trust me right?" Tony nodded quickly. "I do. I'm sorry for doubting." He handed over his other wrist when Dylan was finished with the first. "I know." Dylan repeated calmly. "You'll forget the rules from time to time. But that's okay. I've been giving you slack tonight because you're learning. I expect you to be a good boy for me soon." "I'm a good boy." Tony said quickly. "I promise." Dylan finished the other hand before using a fresh napkin to wipe Tony's face. "You will be." Tony's eyes locked on to Dylan's as he watched him wipe his face. One hand holding his chin and the other with the napkin. This was all new but Tony was enjoying it. Even if a spanking was on the horizon. It seemed that Dylan understood his train of thought as he spoke again. "There are two times of day when I will give you your spanking. Either before bed, or before we leave the house depending on when the spanking is earned." "How many?" Tony asked quietly as the napkin was pulled away. "That depends on your behavior. If I'm feeling generous I might offer you the oportunity for less spanks. But you will never be allowed to miss a spanking. Never. Spankings are part of your training." Dylan grabbed both their plates and the used napkins before he stood. "Follow me." Tony was quick to comply. "My training? For what?" "To be my perfect diaper boy, of course." Tony's body gave a pleasant shudder at the thought. A perfect diaper boy. Yes. Clearly it involved more than just wearing diapers. And now he had his own teacher --dominant?-- to show him how. "Barstool." Dylan ordered and smiled as Tony followed. "Good boy." Tony smiled as he watched Dylan rinse the plates and put them in the dishwasher. His stomach fluttered with the praise. But it was also churning. Telling him it he would need the bathroom pretty soon. And wasn't that gonna be complicated... I just had trouble writing some parts is all. "Heres HD"? You mean when I said 'Here XD'? XD is an emoji face. Like a haha face.

Not quite ;3

I remember that scene! I was surprised at first but they really pulled no punches with the content they added in RDR2. There's also a scene in I think Valentine where you walk by a window and you can see a man laid out on the bed begging his wife "mama" to give him a spanking. And then they see you and shut the window. I think you get an achievement called Peeping Tom for watching the whole thing.

"No problem, kiddo." Tony said sincerely. His love for Peter was obvious everyday. A few pull-ups and pacifiers weren't enough to shake that. Not even a little bit. It was just another way to support his son. Tony remembered how hard it was to get Peter to ask for things when he first adopted him. Even small things like new clothes seemed like a mountain to overcome. It was safe to say they were now comfortable with each other. But Tony knew he had to play his cards right with the pull-ups or else Peter would shrink away again. And he'd be damned if he let that happen. "I'll meet you out in the living room with hot chocolate." Tony explained as he set the clothes down and left. Going to the kitchen and making hot chocolate on autopilot gave Tony more time to think on the upcoming conversation with his son. It was probably going to be "Birds and Bees" level awkward for them both. But it needed to be done. Mixing Peter's cup exactly how he liked it in his Death Star mug, Tony smiled fondly. His kid was so great. Pepper was right. Peter had him wrapped around his little finger.

The Vacation: Part 7 Dylan seemed to be waiting for an answer, so Tony forced himself to speak. "Lunch is fine." That seemed to bring the happy Dylan back as he smiled. "Cool! Come on! Oh and you went shopping-" Dylan seemed to realize something as they descended the stairs. The look he gave Tony when he turned around made Tony freeze on the last step. "W-What?" He questioned nervously. "You weren't shopping. You were buying diapers!" Dylan smirked as he turned and kept walking to the kitchen. "So that means you weren't putting the food away when we were supposed to play video games." Tony sensed an opportunity for a power move. He wasn't sure how Dylan had come in and made Tony seem like the guest in his own house. It must have been the confidence he exerted or something. Tony couldn't help but follow. But maybe he could gain a little ground back. "So what?" He spoke trying to sound dismissive. Something about dismantling your opponent's argument. Tony wasn't sure. Dylan didn't seem too fazed by it though which sucked. "And you bought pull-ups too?" His tone was light now. As if hearing only mildly interesting news. What game was he playing at? "Yeah. They had a cute design. The diapers are just plain." They were in the kitchen now. Dylan casually pointed to one of the bar stools by the counter and Tony was sitting there before he realized what happened. Before he could stand up Dylan was speaking again and Tony was listening. "So you want cute diapers? They have those you know. Online. They're thicker too." Dylan raided the freezer and pulled out two small pizzas. He didn't give Tony a chance to speak even as he was prepping a cookie sheet for the pizzas to go in the oven. "But you wanted them now. Hence the pull-ups for cuteness and diapers for...well diapers. That right?" "...Yeah." Was all Tony could say. Dylan had nailed it right on the head. "I tried the pull-ups first while we played. I put on two." "They held up well enough when you went potty?" Dylan slid the sheet into the oven before giving his full attention to Tony. "No!" Tony denied immediately. "So you didn't use them?" "No...yes? I don't know." Tony sighed utterly confused as to when they went from watching a movie like friends to having a verbal judo match every three seconds. "I used them." "Oh. So you did potty in them." Dylan was quick to not let Tony deny it before speaking again. "Did they hold up or did they leak?" Tony was embarrassed now. Humiliated? But it was just Dylan. His best friend. They were diapered together as kids. How could he be humiliated now? Sitting on a bar stool with no pants while he was getting grilled about wetting diapers. That's how. "Why are you so interested?" Dylan was quiet for a moment. "Do you want it straight?" The look on his face was unreadable. "No I want it diagonal." Tony smarted off as he crossed his arms. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want an answer." Dylan pointed at him now with a warning look. "That's strike one. I didn't ask for sass. Stop being a brat." "I'm...I'm not a brat." Tony defended as he forced himself to uncross his arms. "Good. Keep it that way." Dylan said turning to the cabinets to get plates. "But as for your question. It's safe to assume we both grew attached to diapers as kids." Was he jealous was Tony's first thought. "Do you...want to try them? Is that why you're being so mean?" It sounded childish even to his own ears. But Dylan didn't laugh. "No I'm not a wearer. I'm just a dominant." Dylan said as if that made any sense to Tony. He seemed to understand that as he looked at his confused face. "Did you not research this? Browse any forums? Talk to other diaper lovers?" "Uh...no?" Tony shrugged. Dylan gave him a sympathetic look as he finally sat down next to him. "I'll explain." "Please do." Tony sounded desperate now. "You," Dylan pointed at Tony. "Are a diaper lover. Someone who loves wearing and using diapers. It can be sexual or not. Extreme or not. Submissive or not. It's just your preference. But then there's people like me-" "A dominant. But...I don't know. Isn't that some kinda bondage thing? Like whips and chains?" Tony had some knowledge but he never dove in head first like Dylan seem to have. "Yes...but not for me. A dominant has their own preferences as well. Sado-masochism, shibari, master. That's BDSM, you see?" Dylan explained and Tony nodded. "Good. But for me it's different. There's an overlap into diapers. I like diaper lovers. I like telling them what to wear. I like telling them how to act.-" "The power thing. Yeah...I kinda noticed." Tony huffed in amusement. He was grateful he was finally understanding. Finally Dylan seemed embarrassed as well. "I might have gotten carried away. You were just so shy about it- Still I shouldn't have pushed. I understand if you don't want that kind of thing. You barely even understand what it is obviously-" Dylan rambled and Tony just has to cut him off. "Teach me then." "-What? Are you serious?-" "Dylan, teach me." Tony said again, determined this time. Dylan was his best friend. If he trusted anyone to help him explore whatever this was it was him. "But you may not like it." "And you'll stop if I don't right?" "Of course I will." "Good. Then what's the problem?" This was the power thing Tony noticed earlier. He could see how Dylan was interested in it. Of course he couldn't tell Dylan what to do. But the confidence was there. "I guess there isn't one..." Dylan sighed right as the timer went off on the stove. He stood from the stool and went to pull their food out as Tony stood as well to get their plates. "Nuh uh. Go sit down at the table. I have this." Tony wanted to protest by instinct. It was on the tip of his tongue. But he decided against it. Instead he turned around and walked to the table to wait for Dylan. (Not as happy with this chapter but I'm tired of looking at it so here XD)

I groan playfully as I see the thick pink diaper Victoria picked out for me. "Bringing out the big guns already?" I teased. It was my fault though. I asked her to surprise me and she sure did. When the final tab was fastened it was like a wave of euphoria. From now on we'd only be using diapers. I watch as Victoria tries to wet herself and try to do the same as well. I had a fair amount to give seeing as how I hadn't used the bathroom since I had been home. Watching Victoria was all the encouragement I needed before I was wetting. The thick night time diaper soaked it all up immediately and it was almost like I hadn't even wet until I placed my hand on the outside to feel the warmth. But I still had a long way to go before the next change. Like Victoria I felt the clench of muscles after the stream ended and knew it would be the hardest part to untraining. "We'll turn the valve off and I'll put one of my weights on it. The heavy one." I had gotten them as part of a New Year's Resolution to work out more, but school took up the majority of my time so I rarely used them. Now though it seemed like I had a reason to. "I'll go do that. You call in pizza and get us some drinks. I'll meet you in the living room." I said as I stood up and gave her a quick kiss. The diaper pushed my legs apart and made me almost waddle as I headed to do my part. I'll have to return the favor to Victoria at bedtime.

The Vacation: Part 6 Tony gaped at Dylan for a second, completely at a loss for words. Unfortunately for him it seemed like Dylan was expecting an answer. And soon. "Fix your face, man. It's a diaper. Not meth." He said with a roll of his eyes. "If you're that embarassed we can forget it." As Dylan punctuated the statement with a handful of popcorn into his mouth, Tony finally seemed to find his words. "I...You weren't supposed to be here...." Tony stuttered. "And yet I am. And I've seen your diaper." Dylan stated casually. "How are you so calm?" Dylan gave him a confused look as he finally paused the movie and turned to Tony. It was like he was finally giving Tony his full attention and said boy was having a hard time deciding if that was a good or bad thing. "Do you not remember the diaper club thing we had going?" He asked. "I've seen you in a wet diaper way too often to be affected now." And that made Tony blush brighter. Of course he remembered their diaper club. But that was years ago. Now he was a legal adult with no reason to have diapers at all. Not even bedwetting. "I...This is only the first time..." "Really?" Dylan asked surprised and Tony wasn't sure if he should be offended. "I thought you would have tried diapers way before now." Tony made eye contact with his friend only ro immediately look away with a blush. "Don't say things like that." "Tony," Dylan waited for Tony to glance at him. "No normal friend would try so hard to stay diapered with me when we were kids. Even mom knew. It's not a big deal." Tony brought his knees up close only to hear an audible crinkle of his diaper shifting. He was very suitably embarrassed but Dylan seemed so chill about the whole thing. Before he could react, a hand on his shoudler was pulling himself closer to Dylan's side. "Come on. Lets watch this movie. Overthink later." Dylan encouraged. Tony could do nothing but sigh and focus on the television. Even as every shift caused his diaper to crinkle loudly. Surprisingly, it was easy to get sucked into the movie and forget about the awkwardness of before. He even managed to come out of his shell a little more and joke around. The rest of the movie passed by in a pleasant haze before there was any mention of the diapers again. The two boys were sitting casually on the couch before the peace was interrupted by Dylan. As nonchalantly as possible he lifted Tony's short T-Shirt and pulled the sweats down to expose Tony's diaper. "Hey! What are you-" Tony balked as he tried to push Dylan's hands away. His face flamed red all the way to his neck and ears. "Calm down." Dylan huffed as he let go of the sweats with a snap. "I was just checking. You can't tell with the sweats on." "Oh as if you'd change me even if I was!" Tony snarked with a bit of hysterics. He stood from the couch and pulled his shirt down hard. He was midway to the stairs before Dylan spoke up. "Who's to say I wouldn't?" Tony froze midstep as he peered back. "Y-you would?" His voice was quiet and soft. It was one thing to be okay with the diapers but another to willingly help him out. Dylan looked offended. "Uh...yeah? We've seen each other naked, and diapered, and I've even been in the same room when mom changed you before. It's not that big of a stretch." Tony couldn't help the small smile that spread on his face. "Uh...thanks? But I'm not wet yet." "Yet. So you do use them?" "Of course. That'd be a waste if I didn't." Tony scoffed. "Your mom made it a point not to waste." This made Dylan laugh. "You're right about that! But she also said no pants and here you are!" It was a challenge. Tony knew it was. But still. Tony felt like he had something to prove. With slightly shaky hands, he reached for his waistband and slid it down over his diapered butt. Kicking the sweats off his ankles, Tony huffed at Dylan. "No pants." "Oh but I'm not the diapered one here. That's you." Dylan smirked and barely dodged the pair of sweats that Tony threw at his face in retaliation. "Hey now! Don't start something you can't finish Tony!" Tony was now openly grinning. His body jittery in excitement as he saw the look in Dylan's eyes. "Who says I can't finish this, Dilly." He teased with the old nickname. Dylan, in turn, gave him no warning as he lunged at him. It was all harmless fun though. No malice at all. Somehow they both ended up on the floor, rolling around trying to pin each other like old times. Dylan didn't seem to be trying very hard which ultimately led to Tony pinning him to the floor by sitting on his stomach and forcing his arms to lay by his head. The pair sat panting for a minute as they smiled at each other. "Told you I could finish it." Tony smirked. His diaper pressing firmly against Dylan's stomach. "That's why you wet yourself." Dylan snarked and waited for Tony to look down at his diaper in confusion before he tackled him back. It was Tony now on his back on the ground. This time with Dylan sitting on his thighs while forcing Tony's arms to stay pressed to his own chest. "No fair! You cheated! I knew I wasn't wet!" "Not yet!" Dylan scoffed as his free hand reached for Tony's now exposed stomach and started to viciously tickle him. "AH-Hahahaha! No!-Hohoho! Staaahaha!" Tony couldn't form a sentence without laughing as he tried to thrash but Dylan held him secure. "Stooop! I'm gonna hahahaa! I'm gonna peeee!" "Pee then! You have a diaper. You won't make a mess!" Dylan dismissed as he went for the much more sensitive armpits. Tony let out a small shriek as he was assaulted. Kicking his legs only seemed to make Dylan smirk harder as he was trapped. "Dylan pleeeeee-I'm gonna-" Tony couldn't warm him as his bladder suddenly released. Tony didn't even know he had to go until he was already pissing. The hissing was audible even over Tony's laughter. The diaper itself grew warm and soaked as Tony couldn't stop the flow. He was so distracted with peeing he didn't even notice as Dylan stopped his tickling just to watch the wet patch on his diaper expand out. The silence after the flow tapered off was noticable. Tony looked at Dylan red faced and embarrassed only to see the other boy obviously staring at his wet diaper with a blush of his own. "Dickhead. You made me pee!" Tony huffed as he tried to push Dylan off. This seemed to knock Dylan out of his trance and he allowed Tony to get up. "I didn't think you'd actually do it." "You tickled me!" Tony gaped with a heavy pout. "Should I change you then?" Dylan asked. "To make up for making you wet your diaper?" Dylan was trying to fluster him on purpose. And it was working. "Fine! But don't expect me to help you!" The walk to his bedroom was quiet. And Tony flopped down on his bed still pouting. "Change me." Dylan chuckled. "I am, brat. Where's your wipes and powder?" He asked grabbing the package of diapers and pulling one out. "Find them yourself." Tony grumbled. This caused Dylan to groan audibly. "Fine." They were easy to find. Just under the bed. "Lose the tude before I double diaper you." "That's not discouraging, Dickhead." Tony pushed. It happened out of nowhere. One minute Dylan was gathering diaper supplies and the next he was lifting Tony's leg and delivering 3 swift swats to the back of his thigh. "Behave." Dylan scolded. "There's your discouragement." Tony gaped as Dylan changed him quickly and effectively. Easily lifting Tony to place the diaper under him without any help. After a generous sprinkle of powder the diaper was taped shut and Dylan was stepping back with his arms crossed. "Now we're even." Tony was still at loss for words as he looked down at his diaper. Checking it, he was surprised to see that Dylan had done an even better job than him. "You spanked me." "That was hardly a spanking. Now are you gonna continue to pout or do you want lunch?" Dylan asked sternly. Tony was seriously confused. How did they go from wrestling on the floor to this? What even was this?

"Hmmm...surprise me!" I said with a shrug as I kicked off my underwear by myself. I always ended up helping Victoria change my diaper more than she helps me, but that's more to do with my caring nature. It was intimate to change each other but I'm bigger than her. It just makes sense this way. Laying back, I grabbed a wipe to start wiping myself down as well. I only slightly flinched at the coldness of the wipe, but by then the job was pretty much halfway done. "Of course. No potty for either of us. I can't let you have all the fun now can I?" I teased as I tucked my hands behind my head. It was a pretty casual position for someone who was waiting to be diapered by their girlfriend. "Remember, this won't work unless we stop holding it. So even when you don't think you have to go, you should still try okay?" Admittedly, I was curious about untraining a time or two and I researched it. That seemed to come in handy now.

Tony shushed the boy gently, not wanting him to be upset but also not able to touch him due to the gunk on his armor. "Petey, hey....it's okay. We can," well Tony couldn't exactly forget what he saw... "We'll talk after your shower alright? I promise. I'm not mad." Tony knew the boy thrived off of reassurance. Stepping around him, careful of not spreading the goo, Tony headed for the door. "I'll get you some clothes." Tony sighed as he sent his armour off to be quarantined. Finally free, he turned to Peter's drawers and started messing about. He quickly found a pair of plaid pajama pants and a soft t-shirt for his son to sleep in. However the real surprise came when he saw what Peter kept burried in his top drawer. Baby items galore. Belatedly he remembered what Peter had said about liking the pull-ups and Tony supposed it would only make sense that it would carry over to other baby items. He couldn't help it as he grabbed a pair of underwear as well as another one of the pull-ups for Peter. A simple way to share his support for his kid's happiness. Of course, he noticed how pull-ups didn't really match the age range as some of the clothes and toys in the drawer...he'd have to ask about that. But for now, clothing in hand, Tony walked back into the bathroom.

^Wears mismatched socks. But not just colors. Different lengths and fuzziness to.

2012