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Hey there! I'm Thorn (he/him). New member, long time writer and self-published author of queer fiction. I've been looking for somewhere to post some DL stories, and then I found you folks! So I thought I'd share a little something I've been working on lately. It's a work-in-progress with quite a bit written already, so I'll be posting new chapters frequently. I'd love some feedback and I'm not afraid of constructive criticism, so bring it on! lol Summary: Caiden is an eighteen-year-old trans boy about to graduate from high school. He's been a bedwetter all his life, but when he develops Irritable Bowel Syndrome, with explosive diarrhoea as a symptom, he starts wearing his bedtime diapers in the daytime. When his best friend Victor discovers his secret, Caiden is sure he won't want to be friends anymore, but that isn't what happens at all . . . CW: This story contains messing, light BDSM, Dom/sub dynamics, coarse language, and sexual situations between consenting individuals over eighteen. I looked and couldn't find any rules that prohibit any of these things, but if there are some, please let me know and I will edit accordingly. ———————— Chapter 1. ‘Caiden!’ He turned his head as he heard his name and saw Victor running up to him. ‘Hey. Where were you earlier? You missed English.’ Caiden tried his best not to blush. ‘Yeah. Sorry. I . . . wasn’t feeling well.’ He looked down and mumbled, ‘Stomach upset.’ Victor frowned, now caught up and walking alongside him. ‘Again? Didn’t that happen last week too?’ Caiden nodded. ‘Yeah. In Math.’ His friend made a face. ‘Sorry, dude. Was it something you ate?’ Caiden shrugged. ‘Maybe. It’s hard to tell. Mom thinks it might be some IBS shit or something . . . Anyway. Let’s change the subject, you don’t wanna hear about my bowel movements.’ Victor laughed. ‘Maybe I do?’ Caiden stopped, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, and Victor laughed again. ‘Nah, bro, just kidding.’ Caiden laughed as well and they resumed their walk, but then he was quiet, mostly just listening as Victor talked about what they’d gone over in English that afternoon. They parted ways at their usual spot and exchanged fistbumps. Then Caiden set off home. Truth was, he had barely made it to the bathroom in time today. In fact, he hadn’t, a little bit had come out in his shorts before he managed to get them off. He carried a spare pair of underwear in his gym bag that was stashed in his locker, thankfully, so he’d been able to change, but it was still embarrassing. When he got home, no one else was there yet. His parents were both at work and his younger twin brothers still at school. He went to the bathroom, getting his soiled shorts out of a plastic bag in his backpack and rinsing them in the bathtub before throwing them in the laundry basket. Entering his room, he pondered. He knelt next to the bed and pulled out the drawer underneath, where he kept his nighttime diapers. Caiden had been wetting the bed all his life. It was like his body had never quite pulled off that whole subconsciously holding your bladder thing. He’d had a few close calls in the daytime as well, though he hadn’t wet himself when awake since he was in grade school. Now he was eighteen, nearly finished with high school. His stomach troubles had started about half a year ago. Until today, he’d managed to make it to the toilet every time, but this minor accident had made up his mind about something he’d been considering for a while; whether he should wear his diapers in the daytime as well. A couple of weeks ago he’d woken up with a stomach ache and, in his sleepy, groggy state, had let it all out in his diaper instead of rushing to the toilet. Once he woke up properly, he felt ashamed. He’d gone to the bathroom, changed himself, and gotten rid of the evidence. If they found out, his mom would worry, his brothers would tease him, and his step-dad would be a dick about it as usual, like he was about everything else. He’d sworn to himself never to do it in his diaper again, but since then it had begun to occur to him that it might not be so bad to have a safety net of sorts. So if he didn’t make it in time, he’d have an easy fix. It could have come in handy today. The diapers he slept in were designed for heavy urine incontinence, though they worked for bowel incontinence as well. And anyway, it wasn’t like he’d be properly pooping in them, they’d just be there for safety. Caiden undressed, leaving just his chest binder on. Then he took a diaper from the drawer and put it on. He pulled his shorts and his jeans back on and looked in the mirror. The jeans were loose, like most of his clothes, and he inspected himself thoroughly. There was no real noticeable bulge. Caiden had been blessed with slim hips and a small behind. The padding made no noticeable difference. He moved around a bit, listening for any noise. There wasn’t much. A slight occasional crinkle, his waistband sliding against the diaper, but nothing anyone would notice. He stared at his reflection and laughed at himself a little. Was he really going to wear a diaper to school tomorrow? His stomach rumbled. ‘Fuck, not this again,’ he muttered. He made to go to the bathroom, but then the thought occurred to him that he might want to test the diaper, see if it could hold a potential accident. He reached to undo his jeans, take off both them and his shorts so they wouldn’t risk getting messy . . . but there was no time. Caiden farted loudly, and then the poop rushed out of him and into his diaper. It was soft and squishy, not exactly liquid diarrhoea, but far from solid. Then it stopped, though he knew there was more, and, figuring that he might as well get it all out, he squatted down and pushed, groaning with the strain. A more solid clump was blocking the rest of it from coming out, and it took a moment to press it out. When it was over, he was trembling and panting. He stood up, making a face at the feeling of his full diaper. He inspected himself in the full length mirror. There was now a considerable bulge, but his jeans looked fine, and he took them off. His shorts were fine too, though he didn’t want to gamble on the diaper holding this kind of load for long, and so he got a fresh one out of the drawer and went to the bathroom to clean up and change. Standing in the shower, he felt suddenly horny. He reached down, rubbing himself. He thought of Victor. Then he wondered what Victor would think if he knew that Caiden wore diapers now. The thought made him blush. Somehow, the thought of Victor knowing turned him on more, and he rubbed himself yet more vigorously, until he came with shaking thighs. By the time Caiden was finished in the bathroom, his mother had come home. ‘Oh!’ she said, as he came out of the bathroom. ‘There you are, Kayla.’ ‘Mom, it’s Caiden,’ he said, somewhat exasperated. ‘I’m sorry. Caiden.’ She sighed. ‘I’m sorry, it just takes a little getting used to, is all.’ ‘Yeah. It’s okay. Just . . . try?’ ‘I am. I promise. I haven’t referred to you as my daughter in months.’ She smiled. ‘How was school?’ ‘It was okay.’ Caiden hesitated. ‘Mom?’ ‘Mhm?’ ‘I . . . I had another stomach upset today and . . . I kind of had an accident. Just . . . just a little one!’ he hurried to say. ‘I just . . . almost didn’t make it. To the bathroom.’ His face felt hot. ‘Aww, I’m sorry, baby!’ Caiden’s mother hugged him. ‘You okay?’ ‘Yeah. Fine. But . . .’ He licked his lips. ‘I think I should . . . start wearing the . . . you know. In the daytime as well. Like, to school. Just . . . just as a precaution. Until we can figure out what’s wrong with my stomach, you know?’ His mother nodded. ‘Hm, yeah . . . That might actually be a good idea. If you’re having a hard time making it to the bathroom on time. It would be just awful if you pooped your pants in class, wouldn’t it?’ Caiden snorted. ‘“Just awful” doesn’t begin to cover it, Mom. It would be the end of my life.’ ‘All right. I’ll make sure we keep stocked up, all right, baby?’ ‘Yeah. Thanks, Mom.’ Caiden bit his lip. ‘Hey . . . do you think you could maybe not mention this to Brendan and Ryker? Or to Sam? I . . . I’d rather they not know. It’s embarrassing enough wearing diapers at night.’ ‘Of course, sweetie.’ She hugged him. ‘I won’t tell a soul.’

Chapter 1 My stomach rumbled for what seemed like the 20th time in the past minute. I stared at the last pack of ramen noodles that I had. My name is Adam, I am 21 years old, and I am hungry. Starving actually. Well, maybe not STARVING, but hungry. I recently quit my job to try going full-time as a model. I used to work as a waiter at a local restaurant, but now, I have been working as a model. Based on the sounds my stomach is making, you would know that it has not been going well. I have barely been getting enough money to pay for food, much less the rent on my terrible studio apartment. No, it doesn’t even qualify as an apartment. It is a room—a small room. Well… two rooms really, but the bathroom hardly counts. It had a sink, a fridge, room enough for a bed, and a microwave oven that I got at a garage sale. The bathroom was somehow worse. A toilet and a shower. And I could hardly turn around in that shower. I made by for a little while, but with jobs coming few and far between, I was getting desperate. I thought it would be perfect. I am 21 and very attractive. I am 5’ 7” with perfect skin, amber eyes, short, dirty blond hair that is always perfectly tousled, and a winning smile. Plus, I looked younger than I was. Not that much younger, but I mostly did modeling for teen stuff. New styles of clothing, sports equipment, school stuff, and for advertisements that needed a happy family, I played the perfect teenage son. My favorite job that I ever had was the swimsuit one that I did. I was finally able to show off that I was actually pretty muscular. Well, maybe not muscular. I am pretty thin, at 5’7”, I am only 135 pounds, but I am very well toned. I am proud of my body, and I finally got to show it off a t that shoot. For the photo shoots, it helped that I still couldn’t grow facial hair. My face is smooth as a baby’s bottom, or however the saying goes. My dad said that it ran in the family. He said he couldn’t grow a full beard until he was in his 30s. I didn’t want to believe him, but it seemed like he was right. Anyways, back to my stomach, which is still rumbling. I stared at the pack of ramen, knowing that it would be my last food until I got another job. I warmed up some water and put in the noodles, salivating at them as they cooked. When they were done, I ate them ravenously. There was no room for a table in my apartment, so I just ate everything on my bed. When I was finished, I laid back, sighing in happiness. Now, I didn’t know what to do. I had no food, no money, and for at least another three days, no jobs. The gig that had made me think I could go full-time, was a weekly photo shoot that I did for a teen clothing magazine. Once a week, I would go down there, do the shoot with a bunch of different clothes, collect my money, and leave. It was a great gig, but it didn’t really support me fully. I thought if I could just get one more gig like that, I would be fine, but none ever came. So now I was broke and hungry. I had even started putting up posters of myself with my phone number on it, along with a description of what I do. So far… nothing. I lay there, contemplating what I should do, when I got a phone call. I grabbed the old flip phone that I got to save money, and answered it. “Hello?” I said “Hello there. Is this Adam?” A deep, but friendly male voice asked. “This is, what can I do for you?” My heart was beating faster, hoping it was someone calling for a job. “My name is John Tucker, and I represent a company called DTD. I was hoping to discuss something with you, regarding your modeling services.” I almost squealed with delight at this. “Yes of course Mr. Tucker. Did you want to set up a meeting today?” I asked, praying that I could get paid soon. “Yes, I will be at the Red Bean Café at one o’clock this afternoon. Meet me there, and we can discuss the job.” John said. I agreed and hung up the phone. I grabbed the best pair of clothes that I had, and sniffed them. They seemed fine. It had been a while since I had done laundry, as food became more important. I took a shower and got cleaned up as best I could. Then I walked to the café, which was only a few blocks from my apartment. I walked in right at one o’clock. “Adam!” A man waved to me from one of the tables. I recognized the voice as John's. He was tall and muscular, with cropped black hair, and a five o’clock shadow that defined a square jaw. He looked to be in his late twenties, early thirties, and seemed to me like he could be another model. Even from across the room, I could see that he had bright blue eyes, which contrasted his dark hair perfectly. To be honest, he was hot. Very hot. I walked over to him, and as I sat down, I could see that the dress shirt he was wearing was tight enough so that I could see the definition of his chest almost perfectly. The top button was undone, and I could see the line of his collarbone extending to his shoulders. I felt something stir in my pants as I introduced myself. Did I mention that I am gay? I guess I have made that pretty clear now. Always have been, always will be. I have dated a few guys, but nothing ever lasted. Maybe that’s because I didn’t want it to, but then again, maybe not. I had never really felt that much for any of them. At 21 years old, I wasn’t really too concerned with finding ‘the one’ or whatever, so I hadn’t been trying. Anyways, back to Mr. Hotty. “Did you get all that?” John asked. I snapped back into reality. We had started talking and my stomach was still rumbling quite a bit. John heard and kindly ordered food for me, insisting that he pay for it. I didn’t object and as I ate it, I had kind of dazed off. This was the best food I had eaten in ages. “Yeah.” I said, gulping down my food. “You are doing some advertisements for products, and you want me to model them for you. No problem! That’s kind of what I do after all.” “Yes. This is a multi-week shoot, as we will be photographing everything in our inventory thoroughly, and we want you to be there every weekday, if possible.” My heart jumped when he said this. A multi-week shoot… every weekday… ka-ching! I would be rolling in cash! “Yes of course! There is one problem. I do another shoot with a separate company once a week.” “Yes, well we can’t expect you to be there every day, so for now, you can continue with them.” I sighed in relief when he said this, knowing that I wouldn’t have to quit my most reliable gig. John continued, “Now, the address of the shoot is on this paper, along with my contact information.” He handed me a business card and I put it in my pocket. “Thank you so much sir.” I said. Then I hesitated, “Does that mean I have the job?” I asked. “Yes it does, I think you will be perfect for it.” He smiled, showing his perfect, brilliant white teeth. “You will get your first paycheck after the shoot tomorrow. It pays two-hundred dollars per day, and we will shoot for at least three weeks, maybe more, depending on how it goes.” My eyes opened wide when he said the pay. 200 a day?! I’m rich! “Th-thank you so much sir!” I stammered. “Yes of course,” he said “but there’s no need to call me sir. You can just call me John, or Johnny if you want. That’s what my friends call me after all.” He smiled again and winked at me. “We are going to get to know each other pretty well over the next few weeks I think.” “We are?” I asked, confused. Then I realized. “Oh! You are the photographer! I should have realized sooner.” He nodded “Yep! I am the guy who will be looking at you through my camera every day for a while.” He smiled again. Wait a second… Was he hitting on me? I wasn’t sure, but I really didn’t mind. This guy was very attractive after all. And I especially didn’t want to ruin the gig. I smiled back at him and ran my hand through my hair. “Well, I hope I can inspire you.” I said. ‘Oh my gosh that was terrible.’ I thought to myself. ‘I used to be good at that kind of stuff’ John laughed, “Well anyways, I should get going, but it was very nice to meet you Adam.” I said goodbye, and he left, making sure to pay before he did. I went home, excited for the day tomorrow, and cleaned my apartment. I then went for a run as was my usual habit, and came home. It was now getting dark, so I decided to go to bed. I took off my shirt and pants, revealing my black boxer-briefs, climbed into bed, and slept on a full stomach for the first time in a while. The next day, I arrived at the address on the card that he gave me. It took me a while to get there, as it was a little ways out of town, and I had to take the bus, with a few transfers. It took me a lot longer than I had anticipated to get there, so I was a few minutes late. I looked at the building, which was a warehouse with no real unique features. I would hardly have known it was the right building except that I saw a small plate next to the door that said DTD, the name of the company that John said he worked for. I took a deep breath and walked in. Inside was not what I expected. It seemed like an ordinary office. There was a waiting room with a few couches and a woman, sitting behind a desk, typing on a computer. I assumed she was the secretary and walked up to her. “Excuse me, my name is Adam Mouse, and I am here for the photo shoot.” I said hesitantly. Mouse is a cheesy last name, I know, but it is way better than my real name, trust me. The woman looked up at me. “Ah. Mr. Mouse. Room 14, down the hallway.” She pointed down the hallway, and I walked down it. This building was strange. From the outside, a nondescript warehouse, on the inside, an every day office building. I walked past closed doors, numbering up from 1. I got to room 14 and opened it up. Inside, there was a standard photo shoot room. Three white walls, bright lights, and a camera stand to one side, behind it, several chairs, and a table with food and coffee. Sitting on a chair, reading a newspaper was John, the only other person in the room. He looked up at me, and then down at his watch. “You know Adam, it’s never a good idea to be late for your first day on the job.” He frowned slightly. “I know. I am so sorry, John. It took me way longer than I thought it would to get here. I had to take three transfers, and walk half a mile to-” “No excuses Adam.” He interrupted. He stopped frowning, “but I understand. Where do you live?” I told him my address. “3251 Plainville Ave.” “Well if you would like, I can pick you up tomorrow. I drive right past there anyway.” He smiled. “It’s really no problem for me.” “Well I appreciate it sir! It would save me an awful lot of time.” Normally, I would politely decline his offer, but it really was tough to get here. I had given myself an extra hour to get here, and I was still an hour and a half late. “Now now. I told you not to call me sir. John is fine. Now let’s get started.” He got up and set down his newspaper. “We will start out with what made this company what it is today. The changing room is through that door.” He pointed to a wooden door next to the table with the food. “Ok thank you.. Er.. John.” I walked into the changing room, which was a small room, with a weird looking table in it. It was a very large table, with a padded top, of a light blue fabric. There were also cabinets in the room, but from what I could see, there were no clothes in it. I walked back out. “Um.. John. There aren’t any clothes in there.” “The cabinets should be fully stocked. We will start on the right most cabinet and work our way to the left.” He said. “oh wait!” Don’t change just yet. I forgot that Michael isn’t here yet. He will help you get ready. John walked out of the room. I grabbed some food and quickly shoved it in my mouth. A few moments later, John walked back into the room with another person behind him. “This is Michael.” I looked at the young man who just walked in. He didn’t look to be much older than me, and he grinned at me. He had very long brown hair that came down past his shoulders, and a very thin physique. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, and I could tell that he had probably been wearing those jeans for a few days now. “Hi Adam. I am Michael.” He spoke with a soft, relaxing voice. “I am going to be the one helping you out today. Now what did you want him to start out with, John?” “The classic, Michael. I thought it would be a good start.” I assumed that he would be doing my make-up, and I smiled at him. He smiled back and walked into the changing room, motioning me to follow him. When I walked in, he had a few things set out on the counter. I looked over his shoulder and I saw a bottle of lotion, and what looked like a big plain white diaper. “Um.. what is that for?” I asked. “It’s for you.” He responded dryly. “What are you talking about?” “It is the classic. That’s what John said.” I walked out of the room. “Is this some kind of joke?” I asked angrily. “What are you talking about?” He said innocently. “That is a diaper. There is no way I am wearing that.” “Well… that’s kind of what we do here. I mean, it is DTD after all. It’s in the name. DryTime Diapers.” John looked up at me. “Did you not know?” “I well..” I stammered, realizing what he was saying. “I guess I didn’t.” “Well… I am afraid so. DryTime designs and produces most of the world’s diapers. Infant diapers, all the way up to adults. We are in the adult diaper wing of the company. They have been advertising the kid’s diapers forever, but now they are going to start a marketing campaign to advertise their other products, teen and adult diapers. That’s what you are here for. I am pretty sure I made that clear yesterday at the café.” “Yeah… I kind of wasn’t paying attention that whole time… I was really hungry.” I sighed. “I’m sorry John, but I really don’t think I can do a photo shoot in diapers… It’s just… humiliating.” “I understand, but forgive me for asking, but… You are broke, right?” He asked me. I blushed and nodded, “Yeah… I guess this whole modeling thing hasn’t really been working out for me.” “I understand, trust me.” He smiled at me. “There were times when I was first starting that I never thought I could make it, but now, here I am. The thing is… you sometimes have to do jobs that you might not want to. If you want to make it where you want to be, you have to do things you don’t like doing.” I looked at him, “so is that where you are, John? Doing things you don’t like?” He smiled at me. “Adam. If you walk out today, there is no coming back here. I know that you have no money, so that means that if you walk out today, you won’t be able to continue your modeling career.” He paused, letting that sink in. “Let me ask you this. Is this really that bad? They’re just diapers. It’s not like we are asking you to shoot a porno.” I hesitated and he continued to speak. “You do this for a little while, and you get paid enough to get yourself back on your feet. Catch up on your rent. Eat real food. Just think about it. I’ll give you a minute.” With that, he motioned to Michael, who was standing in the doorway to the changing room, and they walked out into the hallway. “We will be out here while you make up your mind.” John said. I sat down in a chair, thinking to myself. Could I really do this? Diapers? I knew in my heart that he was right about one thing: if I walked out today, I would have to get a different job, or I would end up homeless on the streets. Either way, my dream career would be over. I would probably end up shooting gay porn or something, and that is the last thing I would want. I sighed. If I do this, I am on my way. I just knew it. I would have money for the first time in ages. It wouldn’t be fun, but I had to do it. I walked to the hallway and opened the door. John and Michael were in the hallway, waiting for me. “I’ll do it” Chapter 2 They both smiled at me and walked back into the room.“I am glad you decided to do this Adam.” John said. “I know you are nervous, but let’s get started, we are way behind schedule. Michael will help get you changed, ok?”“About that..” I said. “I can do it myself, trust me, I am not that dumb.”Michael spoke up, “Well, the company hired me to put you in them. They want them to look perfect, not like they were done by some halfwit.”John then said, “Yes Adam. Michael is here to make sure that the diapers look perfect on you.” I flinched when he said diapers. “He is a designer here, and he is the perfect person for the job, trust me. He knows these diapers inside and out.”I sighed again. Well, at least Michael is kind of cute. I resigned myself to my fate and walked into the changing room. Michael followed me to the door, but didn’t walk in.“On the table is a pair of skins for you. That way, you won’t have to be naked, ok?” he said. I closed the door and looked on the table. Sitting there was what was essentially a white thong. I held it up. It would cover my dick and balls, and that’s about it. Better than nothing I thought to myself. I had heard of other models using these, and actors for nude scenes, so I knew that it was pretty standard. I took off all of my clothes, and slipped on the thong. It was tight, but it fit. The outline of my manhood was pretty clear, and the string was forcing it’s way into my butt crack. ‘here we go’ I thought to myself, and then I called Michael in. He walked in and closed the door, keeping his eyes down.“If you could just lay on that table for me, Adam.” He said.I looked over at the table, and sighed. I climbed on top of it and lay down on my back. The table was soft and comfortable. Michael started grabbing some things from the cabinets. He started talking nervously as he was putting on latex gloves.“That table is actually one of our products. Made with very soft fabric. It comes in a bunch of colors too. ” He looked at me for a moment. “It’s good that you don’t have any hair down there. Do you shave? Or can you just not grow it?” He grabbed some lotion and a plain white diaper. I looked at him and then looked away, my face turning red. He continued talking.“Based on your face, I would say that you don’t grow any body hair, but you must have pubes. So you shave that, huh? Good. Keep doing that. You must be wondering about the gloves. They are purely for sanitary reasons. It’s not like I am some sort of proctologist or something.” He laughed nervously.“Sorry… I am just a bit nervous is all. I talk a lot when I get nervous. I hope you don’t mind.” By now, he had squeezed some lotion onto his hand.“This is just lotion, and I will only be putting it on the areas where the edge of the diaper will be rubbing. It should prevent the skin from getting red. So… your waist.” As he said that, he rubbed some lotion around on my waist. I flinched at the cold feeling as he put it on.“and… your legs.” He rubbed it around on the very top of my legs, where the leg holes of the diaper would be. As he rubbed it around, he came very close to brushing up against the pouch of my thong, but he didn’t. “and a little on your lower back as well. So if you could just roll over for me.” I rolled over, and he rubbed some lotion on my lower back, right above my butt cheeks.“Ok, that’s it for the lotion. And now, the diaper. If you could roll onto your back again.” I rolled on my back, still too embarrassed to say anything. Michael continued talking. “This is one of our oldest designs. The Classic. Pure white. It was actually designed to look like a cloth diaper, because they thought people wouldn’t like the disposable kind. Lift up please.” He looked at me as I lay there, not moving. I looked up at him, confused at his request. He continued. “Your butt. Lift it up. I am going to slide the diaper underneath you.”I blushed “oh” I said, “I didn’t realize. Sorry.” My voice was quiet, and I looked up at the ceiling. I lifted up my butt and he quickly slid it underneath me.“Now this part will just take a minute. I have to do it perfectly.” Michael said. He started folding the diaper over, taking his time to make sure it was perfectly adjusted. He had stopped talking now, as he was concentrating very hard on what he was doing. He lowered his head to the table, looking at every edge of the diaper as he folded it over the top of my junk. He kept adjusting it over and over, having me slide this way and that on the table. After he thought it was perfect, he grabbed the tapes, and taped it up. He took another minute to adjust it perfectly after that. And then he finally stepped back.“Perfect. Ok, you’re all set.” I sat upright on the table, and Michael was admiring his work proudly, staring at the diaper. I then realized that I was in my first real diaper since I was a toddler. “One thing before you go. Try and keep your knees apart when you walk. If you stand up straight, the diaper could fold, and then I have to get a new one.”I sighed.“You want me to waddle?” I asked.Michael’s eyes lit up. “Yeah! That’s the perfect word for it!” I looked at him, slightly annoyed. He realized how excited he had sounded and then said “Oh. Er… yeah. Whatever works for you, Adam. Just try not to stand up straight is all.”“Yeah thanks.” I said blankly. Then I walked back into the other room. John was sitting in a chair, drinking a cup of coffee. He smiled when I walked in.“Alright! You are all ready. Now we have about two hours until lunch, so we will just roll right through some basics, ok?” I stood in front of the camera, and then next few hours were like any other photo shoot. I would do whatever pose John wanted, John would take a bunch of pictures, Michael would adjust the lights, then I would do a different pose, John would take a bunch of pictures, Michael would adjust the lighs, so on, so forth. The only thing that changed, was about one hour into the shoot, they had me put on a plain white t-shirt. I was grateful for the warmth, but the t-shirt looked like it had almost been designed to show off the diaper. It did nothing to cover the diaper. We then continued on, the same as before.“Ok that does it for that pose, thanks Adam. Let’s break for lunch!” John said.“Thank goodness” I said, sighing with relief.“Oh it wasn’t that bad, was it Adam?” John asked,“I don’t know John…” I responded. “Can I take this thing off now?” I asked, pointing at the diaper.Michael responded, “No, unless you want me to put another one back on after lunch of course. It’s fine if you take it off, but it’s easier if you don’t. Also, don’t put your pants or underwear back on. It will ruin the look of the diaper.”I sighed. “Well can I at least get a robe or something?” I waddled over to a chair, doing my best job to keep the diaper from crinkling and folding too much, like he had asked. I sat down on the chair, grabbing a cup of coffee and taking a sip.John let out a tiny smile as I did this, and then said, “of course. Michael, go and find Adam a robe.” This time, it was Michael who sighed. He got up and left the room, muttering something about having no idea where a robe would be.John reached down and grabbed his cell phone. “What do you want to eat Adam? They will bring us almost anything that we ask for. This place really knows how to do lunch breaks.”“Oh really?” I said, surprised. “Well… um.. I’m not sure what I want. Pizza maybe?”John laughed heartily, “Anything in the world, anything at all… and you want pizza.” He smiled at me, “I think you and I will get along famously. Pepperoni, ok?”I smiled at him and nodded. He dialed something on his phone and asked for a pepperoni pizza. “So what do you think of it?” He asked.“What do I think of what?” I responded“The diaper, silly!” He laughed again.“Oh. Um… Fine I guess. It’s actually pretty soft.” I shifted in my seat, feeling the soft lining of the diaper against my butt. “It’s just this thong that is really uncomfortable. It has been giving me a wedgie all morning. The string keeps riding up my butt.” I looked at John, who blushed and looked away. Then I blushed. “Oh. Um. Sorry. I can be kind of blunt. I didn’t mean to…” I trailed off. John cleared his throat and turned back.“It’s perfectly alright. I did ask after all.” He said. We sat in silence for a moment. “They make nice products though.” John said. “They know what they are doing.”“yeah.” I said awkwardly. We sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping coffee. I was eagerly waiting for Michael to return with a robe. There was a knock on the door, and John got up and answered it. He opened the door, and the same woman who was at the front desk was there, holding a pizza box. She smiled at me, and my face turned beet red.“Hello Adam,” She said, giggling at the sight of me. I buried my face in my hands, blushing furiously. She then handed the box to John and walked away. He walked back over to the table and set the pizza down.“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. Everyone here knows what you are doing here.” John said, trying to comfort me. “There was a memo and everything.”I didn’t respond, but instead went and grabbed a piece of pizza, still blushing. We ate in silence for a few minutes, when Michael walked in with a white bathrobe draped over his shoulder. “It took me forever to find one of these, but here you go.” Michael handed the robe to me, looking slightly annoyed at the trouble he just went through. I thanked him and stood up and slipped it on. We all ate for a few moments silently, then I had a thought.“So, is there a woman doing modeling for you as well?” I asked“I’m sure there is. I haven’t heard of it, but they most likely will. After all, some of these products are designed specifically for women.” John responded. “But I am not taking those pictures. They hired me to do the guys photos.”“Oh. I see.” I said.We finished eating, and John stood up. Well, let’s get started, I think next we will do the wet photos. Michael, could you grab the bag?”“Wet photos?” I asked“Yeah. The photos where the diaper is wet.” John said.“What?? Are you kidding me?” I said angrily “There is no way I am wetting a diaper for a stupid photo shoot! That is insane!”John responded calmly, “That is why Michael is getting the bag. It is just a bag with a tube on one end. We will stick the tube down the back of the diaper, and release some fluid into it. It is really no problem.” John pointed to Michael, who was now holding a red rubber bag with a tube coming out of the bottom of it.“But…That’s so… weird!” I stammered, looking at them pleadingly.“Well that’s what they want. If you are too afraid, you can leave. You just won’t get any money.” John said, exasperated. “Come on Adam, we already went over this. It won’t be that bad.”I sighed, giving up. “Fine. But why do we need that bag?”Michael responded, “Well, it has to look like you actually wet the diaper. If we just poured it in, it wouldn’t look right. With this,” he said, holding up the bag full of fluid, “it will look just right.”“ugh. Let’s get this over with.” I said. Michael walked behind me, and with his hand, pulled the back of the diaper open just a little bit. I felt something cold brush up against me as he put the tube down the back of the diaper. Then I heard a click and I felt cold water rush out of it and into the bottom of the diaper. My face blushed as this happened, and John had his eyes fixated on the diaper. I craned my head and looked down, and I could see the diaper start to change color. It was changing from white, to a yellow color, as it filled.“You never said that it would be yellow!” I exclaimedJohn sighed. “What other color would it be?”The cold water continued to rush into the diaper as John and I argued about it. I felt the rush turn to a trickle, and then it stopped. Michael pulled the tube back out and put away the now empty bag. I looked down at the diaper. Based on what it looked like, anyone would think that I had flooded this diaper. It was sagging now, and everywhere that the water had reached, the diaper was yellow. I blushed, realizing that now, I was in my first wet diaper since I was an infant.“There. Not so bad, right? Now we weill start with the t-shirt photos. ” John asked, soothingly.“Whatever. It’s too late now. Let’s do this.” I said. I dropped the robe onto a chair and waddled over to the set, this time, waddling because the diaper was forcing me to, not because I had been told. I felt the diaper rub against my legs now. It was cold and it hung lower than it did before. The next few hours of the shoot were almost identical to the first few. He would have me pose, this time in a wet diaper and t-shirt, and then take a bunch of pictures. Then we would switch it up and keep going. Other than the fact that the diaper was now sopping wet, there was almost no difference.“Ok. I think that is good. Now for the wet diaper, with no t-shirt. So if you would take it off please, Adam.” John asked. I did as told, tossing the t-shirt onto a chair. I shivered as I struck a pose. The cold dampness of the diaper was giving me a chill. We continued for another few hours, and it seemed like I just got colder and colder. Eventually, I got fed up with it.“John, I am freezing in this, can we turn the heat up or something? Maybe give me something to wear?” I asked“I noticed you were shivering a little bit. It kept ruining the photos.” He responded. “But I think we have what we need of this set. So thanks Adam, that’s a wrap!”“Oh thank god!” I exclaimed. “I can finally take this dang thing off!”Michael piped up. “Just toss it in the bin in the changing room. And you can leave the thong on the table. We will wash it for you tomorrow.”I ran into the changing room, my diaper crinkling loudly and flopping against my legs. I tore it off, throwing it angrily into the diaper bin that was sitting next to the changing table. I got dressed and went back out into the room, where John was packing up some of his things, and Michael was putting other things away.“Well, thanks guys. It was an interesting experience, but I don’t think I will do it again.” I said confidently. “I am very appreciative of your work here, but it’s not for me.”“You’re quitting?” John said, disappointed. “No way!”“I’m sorry John, it’s just that if anyone saw any of those photos, I don’t think I could take it.” I said.“Well, people are going to see them.” John said. “They paid us to take pictures for their advertisements, and that’s what we did. You don’t really have a say in the matter. Now, your only options are to take more pictures, make a bunch of money, and have your picture in the advertisements, or to quit now, make no money, and still have your pictures in the advertisements. The way I see it, there is only one right choice.”I stared at him speechless. Michael spoke up. “Yeah. I already sent the first pictures we took up to the marketing department. They already started sending customers e-mails advertising for the classic.”“What? No…” I said, hopelessly.“Hey,” John said, “we don’t have to talk about this now. I will drive you back to your place, and you can think it over. Send me a text if you want to continue. If you don’t, fine. If you do, that’s fine too.”With that, Michael left, and John and I walked to his car. I got in, and John silently drove me to my apartment. When we got there, John handed me a check for the money I had earned. I took it, thanked him and got out of the car. I said goodbye and walked up the stairs to my apartment. I sat down on my bed, staring at the check. I shook my head out of my stupor and realized that I was hungry again. I walked over to the bank, cashed the check, and then took a bus to the grocery store. I picked up some groceries with my newfound money and realized that this job was my only option. I realized that if I hadn’t done that today, I wouldn’t be at the store, buying food right now. It hit me like a wrecking ball. This is my only option. As I was checking out my items, I sent John a text. It just said this: Let’s do it.

out there.....easy going and gay 66 senior who is very comfy with being a DL and happily wears and uses......looking for same type of chap or even younger who is comfy with being with an older gay DL. Diapered friendship would be nice and if anything develops from there, well, you just never know.....

I wrote this a while ago, and posted it elsewhere previously. Anyway, enjoy, and let me know if you like it, or would like more. I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my jacket. To be honest, I probably didn’t need it, summer had hit full force, and I was already sweating in just my t-shirt, but I liked to have it with me, just in case the weather took an unexpected turn. Just as I was about to head out the door, Sir grabbed my arm, spinning me around to look into his eyes. Before I knew what was happening, he had undone my belt, and pulled my pants and boxers down a few inches, and cupped his hand around the front of my diaper. Not entirely satisfied with the squeeze test, he tugged my pants down a little further, and slipped his finger into the leg hole. He discovered exactly what I would have told him had he simply asked - I was bone dry. Of course, this was only part one. In one fluid movement, he spun me back around, and pulled back the top of my diaper. “I could have sworn I smelled something” he said. “Not from me”, I offered, “Clean and dry”. “We’ll I’ll change you into a thick one when we get to the theatre anyway, so if you need to go in the car, don’t hold it”. I nodded. The instruction to not hold it was part of our little game, but it was based on something very real. While not exactly incontinent, I had begun having a few issues with with my ability to hold on for very long. If I felt the urge, I’d need to reach the bathroom pretty swiftly, or I’d be soggy. Or worse. Under the circumstances, padding was just a sensible precaution. Given that diapers were already part of our play, and that trying to stay clean and dry was usually an exercise in painful futility, Sir quickly decided to work a rule against holding into the mix. With the diaper check complete, and my pants back around my waist, I grabbed my change bag and headed to Sir’s truck. The ride to the movie theatre was pretty swift, and with the hot weather I really didn’t need to pee at all, but as we pulled into the parking lot I knew Sir would expect me to have used the diaper a little, so I bore down on my bladder and forced out enough pee to avoid a punishment later. Apart from a handful of staff on duty,.the foyer of the theatre was almost completely empty. That was a mixed blessing. Although there weren’t loads of people there to witness sir lead me into the disabled bathroom, the few people who were there definitely saw. I was a little concerned they would think we were going in there for some sort of lewd purpose. Evidently so was sir. His solution to this was to add a stuffer to the already thick diaper he’d planned for me to wear, so that it was abundantly clear we’d gone in the bathroom to change me. As I came out the bulge was pretty apparent, but even more of a giveaway was the used diaper Sir had me carry to the trash can. To make up for my improptu and unintended humiliation, Sir offered to pay for snacks. Which is how I ended up with a hotdog, nachos, ice cream and a big ass drink. Given how thick it was, I was certain the diaper could take it. It actually took me two trips to carry my haul in. Fortunately we had the screen to ourselves, so there was no one to witness my gluttony. Particularly fortunate as I’d polished off the hot dog and half the ice cream before the end of the trailers. The film was OK, but halfway through , I started to feel all that food, as well as the big breakfast I’d had before I left, take its toll. I squirmed in my seat, squishing against the already damp padding around my butt. This caught Sir’s attention and he started rubbing my back. “Do you need to potty?” I shook my head, “I’m fine. Just a little numb-bum from the seat” Sir didn’t believe me “Just use your diaper, that’s what it’s there for” I shook my head again, slightly more vigorously than I had intended as my fight to hold onto my bowels continued. Sir took my hand in his, and started rubbing it, “If you keep holding, it’ll start to hurt” I grimmaced, “I really don’t want to have an accident now.” “It’s fine, we’re the only people in here” he reassured me, I don’t know if it was him calming me down, or just the sheer pressure, but at that point I lost my battle, and Iet out an awkward fart as my poop splorched out into my diaper.I’d barely had a chance to lift myself off the seat, so the load found itself channeled throughout the padding, up my back and right to the edges of the thighs. Throughout all this, sir kept watching me, and rubbing my hand.. “Feeling better?” I nodded, staying stiff for fear of a blow out. Sir noticed this too. He stayed seated, while he lifted my hand and ushered me up. With my butt right at the height of his face, he took a quick sniff. There was no mistaking what I’d just done for a fart, I stank. “Undo your belt please” I did as I was told, and Sir pulled my pants down slightly. He stood, tugged back the waistband, and inspected the damage. Satisfied the back was survivable, he tugged my pants down further, and inspected the butt area, as well as the leg bands. While he’d been doing this, I’d stayed focused on the movie. Partly because it was good, but mostly to avoid acknowledging that I was in a public movie theatre - albeit a deserted one - having my messy diaper checked like a toddler. Whether Sir realised what my reasoning for watching the movie was I didn’t know, but after he pulled my pants back up he lowered me back into my seat, “I’ll probably have to wash your jeans, but don’t worry, you won’t have to miss any of the movie”. He was definitely right about washing the jeans. As my butt came to rest on the seat cushion, I felt the leg bands of the diaper give way, and spent the remaining 30 minutes of the movie feeling the poop squelch all over my butt. I still had to poop a little more and although the urge was minimal, it kept making me fart. Every time that happened, the air would ripple through the semi-solid poop that filled my diaper, like I was sitting in a volcanic mud pool. Eventually, the film came to an end, and Sir lead me out of the screen. He had originally intended to change me in the same disabled bathroom we used when we came in, but as we emerged into the foyer, it had gone from empty to packed. Seeing the look of panic on my face, Sir had led me through the crowd, into the parking lot, and straight to his truck, Where once again I had to sit down, and once again, the mess did it’s very best to escape my padding. I should have felt humiliated walking through all those people, and certainly as the smell began to fill up the cab of Sir’s truck, but sir kept hold of my hand, and kept telling me that he was proud of me for doing as he’d told me without any hesitation. Somehow, in spite of my state, his constant reinforcement really did make me feel a little hint of pride. We pulled onto the driveway, and stopped in front of the garage door. It took a moment before the remote worked, and in that time my heart sank as I imagined Sir was going to make me get out of the truck, into the street where we lived, with a full diaper. To say that I was relieved when the door began to slide up and the truck pulled inside would be a serious understatement. It was, I suspect, that final rush of adrenalin that sent me over the edge. Up until now I’d been fully aware of events, but as we pulled into the garage, I started to disappear into a world of my own. So much so that it wasn’t until Sir opened my door and helped me out that I realised the car had stopped. As he raised me out of the seat, I looked down. There were two half-moon-shaped damp patches on the seat. Fortunately it was wipe clean leather, but there was no mistaking how the back of my jeans would look. I wasn’t that bad in the theatre. I had obviously peed myself in the car without realising. Clearly this realisation was playing on my face, as Sir asked, “what’s wrong?” “Nothing, Sir. I just think I peed myself.” Sir looked down at my butt, a degree of incredulity in his eyes.”Not just peed yourself”. “No, I mean without realising”. Sir shrugged. “Well, that’s what you’re wearing padding for” he began leading me out of the garage and into the hallway, “now come on, young man, your messy butt is starting to stink up the house”. I didn’t move. “What’s wrong?” I snapped my hand away from his, “What’s wrong is that I just peed myself, and all you can do is shrug.” Sir stood his ground, as I began to lose my temper at him. “For fuck’s sake, I shit myself in a movie theatre, and you’re perfectly cool with it. What’s wrong with you?” Sir smiled and gently shook his head, “Nothing is wrong with me. I just honestly don’t care what underwear you’re wearing, or what state it’s in.” Almost instantly, his calm manner calmed me down too. “To be honest, son, I find you particularly cute when you’re like this.” I hung my head, suddenly ashamed at my outburst. Sir held out his arms and I came in for a hug. “Now, I was going to change you, but after that little show, I think you need to be reminded of how this works.” Sir said, once again taking my hand in his. He walked briskly, and I had trouble keeping up with him because I was waddling so badly. That, and I knew where he was leading me, and didn’t really want to go. Unfortunately, the house isn’t that big, so within moments Sir opened the door to the punishment room, and led me inside. Surveying the implements, my eyes went wide. It wasn’t that I was unfamiliar with the room, far from it, but it was rare I was in here in quite this state. I seemed to have caught Sir’s eye, as he smiled at me, “don’t worry, we won’t be doing anything too strenuous”, he reassured me. He draped me over a spanking bench, and secured my hands in place. Then he went into the bathroom and grabbed a brought out a bar of soap. Even the sight of it made me retch as my sense filled with the memory of the last time I’d been made to suck on it. I began to shake my head, “No, no no….” Once again, Sir smiled. He placed the soap down just in front of my face. “Now you remember why you shouldn’t say naughty words then?” I nodded. “OK, well I won’t make you put it in your mouth. It can stay there as a reminder”. For at least the third time today, an enormous sense of relief came over me. That lasted for all of a few seconds, as Sir began to rain blows down against my butt. It wasn’t painful. Not exactly, anyway; the padding and the mess formed a pretty good barrier against the sharp force of the spanking, but the sense of humiliation I felt as each blow landed, sending a dull thudding sensation into my butt cheeks and forward, toward my genitals, was wonderful. It was fortunate Sir hadn’t asked me to count the blows, I’d have had no chance. I began to drift off somewhere between agony, humiliation and ecstasy. By the time Sir unstrapped me from the bench, I was a wreck. “You took your punishment very well. I think I should reward you”, At some point, between the spanking and the release, Sir had laid a changing mat down on the floor. He lowered me down onto it, and instinctively I spread my legs, ready for my change. Sir knelt down infront of me, but rather than undoing the tapes of my diaper, he began to rub the front. I smiled in gratitude, “You did well, young man”, he said, as he produced the magic wand and started vibrating the front of my diaper. I was in heaven. He moved the wand down towards my anus, the vibrations sent shivers up my spine. “Please sir, may I cum?” He nodded. “You may.”. I let the orgasm overtake me, and shuddered as I released yet another fluid into my already wrecked diaper. As I lay on my back in post orgasmic reverie, Sir set to work on the unenviable task of changing my diaper. I kept my eyes closed, and enjoyed the sensations as he cleaned me up. By the time Sir took my hand and helped me stand back up, I was clean, dry, and comfortable, and very pleased that I’d followed Sir’s advice and had an accident on our trip out.

My name is eugene50 my friends call me gene I'm 68 years old and incontinent both ways my whole life I'm the oldest of 10 children growing up in cloth and rubber pants. My father was really hard on me beating me daily with the belt naked in front of who ever was there at the time. He would check me if I was wet he would make me strip and beat me if I was messed I was made to shower and report back to him naked and got a beating. In school I had to have the nurses change me school policy I was not allowed to change myself I think I was seen by every kind of doctor there was .in the 50s and 60s it was considered to be a behavioral problem rather than medical. Today still need diapers not interested in being a baby or dressing up like a girl the problem is embarrassing enough or at least i have been

Hiya! I have lurked here before, but just now decided to create a profile. I have a bit of information there if you are interested. Currently living in a small town in Kentucky, but hoping to change that soon. I am 32 years old, a definite DL, and wanting to explore the AB world - maybe as a big, maybe as a little. Can't wait to get involved and start posting more!

I've probably had an account on here before, but I definitely don't remember my login. I'm a 27 year old gay diaper boy in the city of Los Angeles. I've been around the ABDL community since about 2005, and started meeting alot of ABDL's in person in 2007. I wear more often than not, I tell people I'm 23/6 instead of 24/7, as I don't put requirements on myself to wear all the time. I have several different headspaces I can find myself in; mostly a 3-4yo toddler who isn't taking to the potty training or giving up his pacifier thing too well. But I can also be a naughty teenage boy who's horny as hell, a diapered puppy, a baby fur, or a sissyboy. Though most often, I'm just a 27 year old wearing diapers while going about life.

So next summer I plan to visit two special guys in different states. The problem is they both have their own pros and cons in terms of a more serious relationship with me.

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Hey I'm new to the ABDL community and was wondering if there was anyone in the Ventura county that could show me the ropes. I'm 21 male in Thousand Oaks!

I am thinking about a scenario where a small framed man attracts the attention of a larger man,he abducts the smaller man and turns him into the baby of his dreams whether he likes it or not! I can play the daddy or the baby anyone interested?

Hi! I'm Ken.

Ok I know any speak of religion is automatic "OMG! Flaming!"

Hey there!

Any ABDL guys in the South Bay?