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Alright babies, posting a new story now! It's not really an ABDL story - more of a caregiver story? That's how I like to think about it anyway. Breaking down barriers and being there for someone and all that. It's super wholesome and cutesy and adorable! ALSO two boy protagonists! Which is rare for us. You might be thinking, "Sophie, what's with all this non-diaper content? Why are you posting it here?" Hey sometimes I just like to write stories that aren't about messing your pants, okay?! And there's nowhere else I can put them where anyone will read them or care. So you guys have to endure it. If you're into diapers (what a weird concept) you can check out our Patreon. The complete 'Our Camp Days' story is available on there in PDF and ePub. I also started a new story today that is extremely diaper-focused. And before @Wannatripbaby asks, this story has 31 chapters. ~Sophie P.S. THANK YOU FOR READING AND COMMENTING AND LIKING AND YOU ARE ALL SO WONDERFUL! ------------- Premise: Sidney Albanese spends his summer in the great outdoors, at the behest of his parents. Though Sidney has a talent for not getting close to other people, his cabin-mate, Kris, has an equal talent for making friends. As their camp days drag on, can Kris uncover Sidney’s mysterious quirks and find a way to connect with him? Or will Sidney’s silent, obsessive nature push Kris away? Disclaimers: violence, homophobia, not ABDL ------------- Special thanks to the following patrons for the extra support: Lil' Erica, Cam, Lizzy, BeelzeDerBock, Lizzie, Phil, Ruka Puddlegum, Selpharia, Scotia3079, Jasmine Starshine, Princess Sarah, Herezulo, Sorka, Keira, and Guilyn. ------------- Our Camp Days By Sophie & Pudding Chapter 1 "It's supposed to be some kind of bonding experience. You know. Dump a whole bunch of boys out in cabins in the woods for three months, no power, no video games, nothing but each other and the wilderness." I thought it was stupid - I just wanted to be home with my Xbox and my iPod. I knew half the guys here felt the same, too; including the one I was talking to. "I mean, there's food and supplies and all that. It's not like anybody is going to end up starving so it's sort of pointless." Some of them loved this - the idea of man against nature and all that crap. I didn't. Neither did the boy sitting next to me on the fallen log. He was about my age, I'd have guessed, though his face didn't look a day over fourteen. "Your name's Sidney, right? I heard one of the others talking to you. I'm Kris." I nodded my head, my fingers anxiously playing with themselves over and over, tugging at the dead skin on the fingertips. I didn't look up at Kris. He was talkative. Social. I supposed I liked that. Better than silence anyway, and I had a lot of that going on. He kept things active, moving, constant. Recurring. He was cherished. By me, at the very least. I'd never say so. "You don't talk much, huh Sidney? That's alright, I reckon I probably talk enough for two." I shot him a smirk and motioned to the row of log cabins that lined the far end of the clearing. They were small, barely much bigger than a tool shed; but each only slept two. I guess it was to discourage us from milling about in the cabins all day when there was adventure to be had. "Wanna bunk together? I mean, half the guys here are psycho wannabe survivalist nut-bags by the look of it. I think I'd rather share a cabin with the quiet, thoughtful kid." Again I nodded. He was... insightful. I liked that, too. But I'd keep to myself. No sense making him regret his decision to pick me. No sense in much of anything right now. But I wasn't going to sleep out here by the campfire, that was for sure, and the other six boys had vanished either into the cabins or into the dark woods. I hated the dark. I stayed by the fire. "Come on, let's go get set up for the night." I got up from my perch by the fire and started wandering toward the last cabin on the left. It was furthest away, relatively speaking, so I figured it would be the last to be occupied. Sidney was close behind me, but he didn't say much as we crossed the grass clearing and the shadows got longer and longer. "So where you from, Sidney? Your Dad send you here to toughen you up?" I didn't look at him as I spoke, choosing instead to focus my attention on the door handle. I nodded, but I knew he couldn't see. I could barely see, and he was faced away. I felt sick to my stomach. Only about halfway across the grass did the light of the fire die and I fumbled anxiously in my pocket for a match. No flashlights. No anything. I lit the match and again followed behind Kris with closed eyes. I wasn't sure when, but I bumped into the boy and dropped the match, taking the light with it. I kept my eyes closed. I was shaking. The door opened with a creak and I quickly made my way to the far end of the little cabin, plucking the little lantern off the wall and lighting it with a match from the matchbook in my pocket. In the dimly flickering orange light cast by the flame, Sidney stood in the doorway, trembling, not prepared to look up or make any sort of visual contact. "You okay, Sid? Scared? It's alright, nothin’ bad's really going to happen out here. They make out like this is some badass expedition, but it's a private reserve." It didn't seem to quell his shaking, though, so I closed the door behind him to give us some privacy. Thankfully, when I opened my eyes, the lantern was lit. I was dizzy with fear and decided it was probably best to sit down. Only one bunk bed sat in the far corner, and I quickly took my seat on the bottom. I was starting to calm down. Still, I hadn't said a word as Kris watched me with what looked mostly like curiosity. I turned away from him. "You know, my Dad used to take me out camping every summer, like he wanted to prove a point that he could make it against the wild. He'd fuck up the tent, though, or forget to bring something or get lost or... you know, whatever. Point is, back then was just a canvas tent between us and the world. Here at least we have a cabin." I looked around at the flickering shadows and smiled to myself, the way that the wood lit-up warmly was something you didn't get anywhere else. "What's eating you?" I ignored the question - it couldn't be answered with a nod or a shake of the head and I wasn't feeling up to talking. Not like I could. It was kind of a... oh, whatever. No point explaining it to myself. I pulled my trunk out from the side of the bed - nothing important and nothing smuggled. My dad had checked this trunk ten times before leaving. I pulled out two candles and put each of them on the bedside table. They were slow burning, exposed flame. They'd be as much use as a lantern and half as cumbersome. I lit them with a flick of the match and the room livened up. "Hey, good call." I smiled appreciatively at the quiet boy and admired the finer details of the log cabin. There wasn't much. Some drawers, a cupboard no-doubt inundated with insects. And the bunk beds. There was a little table with two chairs by the door, but it wouldn't be much good for anything of any measurable use. "You want top or bottom? Figure you might want top because when the other guys pull pranks, it'll usually be on the dude on the bottom bunk." I didn't know why I offered, why I felt the need to be protective. Maybe it was the kid-brother element. I had intended to stay on the bottom, but Kris was good at convincing. I looked up at the mattress above me. Not too high. It had a rail. Probably wouldn't fall. Even if I did, what was the worse that would happen? Sore knee? Okay. I climbed up off the bed, pulling my own blanket from the trunk, and climbed the little side ladder to the top bunk. Wow. Seems higher up here... "You can speak to me, you know. I know I talk a lot but it's mostly just filler." I couldn't see him as he moved around slowly on the top bunk, but I could hear him rustling the blankets about and getting situated. "At least there's no schedule. We could just waste away the summer in here and not have to deal with the other guys." Not that the idea itself seemed that appealing, either; I was sure we'd die of boredom at some point. But maybe I was just trying to reassure him. I put my head on the pillow and looked out at the ceiling. Out at the ceiling. Not up. Ugh, I hated this. But I'd hate the bottom even more if I got dragged into the lake or something. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself on the bottom bunk. No point getting dizzy over something you can't control. I knew that. I'd been practicing that. There was a fairly long pause. I didn't get his deal, why he didn't wanna talk. Maybe he didn't much like me, and that was okay. "You awake?" I heard him stir a little above me to indicate that he was, though as always there were no words to join it. "Wanna go exploring tomorrow? Get away from some of the other guys, maybe find some fruit bushes or something, or a lake to swim in?" No answer, so I treated the question as rhetoric. "Maybe you'll feel like talking to me then, too. Who knows, right?" I laughed, but he still didn't make a sound. What was with him, anyway? Maybe he can't talk... that'd be awkward. Right? Super awkward. I mean, not that he couldn't talk, just that I'd made fun of him for not having talked yet. He wasn't deaf, though, far as I could tell, because he at least shuffled in response to my questions. Oh well.