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Standing alone in the silence of his room, five year old Cody Thomas had a decision to make. Should he or shouldn't he? Thoughts of the potential consequences flooded his mind as he wrestled with the temptation. What would his mom say when she found out? Would she be angry? Would he be punished? Or, worst of all, would she be disappointed in him? It was this reaction that Cody feared more than anything else. He tried to hold back, but the point of no return was fast approaching. The pressure was building, and Cody felt the urge to act on his naughty impulse, in more ways than one... Cody had come a long way over the past few years, growing in ways both big and small. He could now dress himself, tie his own shoes, and was even starting to read. Yet, there was one area where progress remained difficult—no matter what they tried, Cody still couldn’t keep his bed dry at night. Because of this, he continued to wear diapers at bedtime. A part of his nighttime routine for as long as he could remember, it wasn't something that he ever felt embarrassed or ashamed of. On the contrary, Cody had always quite enjoyed the feelings of comfort and security which the padding under his pajama pants provided. Although, as an everyday occurrence for him, it wasn't something he paid much thought or attention to. However, on this particular day, Cody was inclined to experience those feelings in a way he had never before imagined. The notion of Cody's curious compulsion first dawned upon him earlier that day during a play-date with his three year old cousin Tyler. It was an otherwise ordinary situation, common amongst young children, that sparked these new feelings inside of Cody. Though it had been a while since the boys were last together, they connected instantly, despite the gap in their ages. Bonding over their shared interest in Paw Patrol, the two cousins reenacted scenes from the show with their favorite toy figures and vehicles. Zooming back and forth across the living room, they were immersed in their own imaginary world, when suddenly, it happened. At first, Cody was left puzzled by Tyler's abrupt change in demeanor. Their spirited play had come to a precipitous end when the younger boy stopped, frozen in place, near the side of the sofa. A look of intense concentration spread across Tyler's face as he stood there motionless. The room, once filled with loud, raucous laughter, had now fallen completely silent. Cody's curiosity deepened as he observed from across the room. He had a hunch about why Tyler had become so suddenly withdrawn, but he quickly second-guessed his initial assumption. "Tyler was too old to be doing that," he thought to himself, as he continued to watch the events unfold. Attempting to verify his suspicions, his eyes were fixated on Tyler's peculiar posture. And then it hit him. With a deliberate sniff, Cody's preliminary guess had been confirmed. The smell was unmistakable. An obvious indication of what had occurred, it brought all the pieces of the puzzle together. Cody was astonished. It was the first time he had ever witnessed one of his peers, someone whom he no longer considered to still be a baby, do THAT in their pants. Cody had assumed that Tyler was now a big boy like him. He hadn't yet realized that Tyler still wore training pants to protect him from potty accidents. While Cody was no stranger to wearing protection himself, it had been several years since he had done anything more than just wet in them. The five-year-old boy sat down on the floor amongst the scattered toys while continuing to observe the situation. Fully captivated by the idea of what had just taken place, he felt compelled to keep watching as Tyler made his way out from the nook by the sofa. Neither boy said a word as Tyler walked right past Cody on his way towards the kitchen where their moms were having coffee. As he passed by, Cody's gaze lingered on his playmate's bottom, the protruding bulge revealing unmistakable evidence of his uninhibited action. Cody stayed intently focused as the events progressed. From the other room, he could hear Tyler explaining to his mother the current state of his pants. A short while later, he watched as his aunt took Tyler by the hand and led him down the hall to the bathroom. In her other hand, she carried a package of wet wipes and a fresh pair of Pull-Ups training pants. Overcome with an impish desire to see behind the closed bathroom door, Cody felt an unexpected rush of excitement pulse throughout his body as he imagined the details. It had been over three years since Cody last needed any sort of protective padding during the daytime. Trying to remember back, he found that he could no longer recall much from the days, years prior, when he was still learning to use the potty. Try as he may, only a few fuzzy memories from that transitional period of his life remained. Lost in a daydream, Cody wished he knew how it felt to soil his pants the way Tyler had just done. Cody was jolted from his thoughts by the energetic sound of his three-year-old cousin rushing toward him from down the hall. As his aunt followed shortly behind, he immediately noticed the discreetly rumpled up training pants in her hand. Unlike the pristine pair she had carried into the bathroom earlier, this Pull-Up was visibly discolored, its conspicuous bulk betraying its contents. It was undeniable proof that the young boy wasn't quite ready for big-kid underwear. Tyler settled beside Cody on the living room floor as his mother stepped into the kitchen to discreetly dispose of his used undergarment. Without skipping a beat, Tyler promptly resumed their game of make-believe. With his mind still in a daze, Cody picked up one of the toys from the floor and joined him. Distracted by the thoughts of his newly discovered feelings, he now lacked the same enthusiastic attention that he had earlier, struck by Tyler's unabashed response towards his seemingly deliberate mishap. Cody found himself envying younger kids like Tyler, who were granted this special privilege. Although these types of thoughts had never crossed his mind before, he was now hung up on the idea. While he understood that it wasn’t uncommon for kids his age to struggle with bladder control at night, he was also aware that by the age of five, children were generally expected to stay clean and dry during the day. As a three year old, Tyler was not held to these same expectations. His Aunt's nonchalant reaction, to the unpleasant circumstances involving her son's training pants, affirmed this assumption. Though Tyler had progressed in his potty training enough to graduate to Pull-Ups, his mother didn't seem to mind that he had used it just like a diaper. The care and compassion shown by his aunt while addressing Tyler's messy pants was much different than how he presumed his own mother would react if he were to do the same. Fueled by boundless juvenile energy, the boys rambunctiously bounced between various activities as the afternoon progressed. Throughout the rest of the day, Cody couldn't shake the thoughts and images of Tyler's earlier indiscretion from his mind. It wasn't until after his aunt and cousin had left that he began to form his plan. It all began with a subtle twinge of nature's call after dinner, the familiar feeling that signaled it was time to sit on the potty. A sly grin flashed across Cody's face at the realization of this budding opportunity. He could tell by the fading daylight outside that it wouldn't be long before bath-time. After that, if he could hold it until then, he would have the chance to do something he had never before considered. Lit only by the soft glow of the lamp on the nightstand, Cody stood in his bedroom after his bath, staring blankly at the bookshelf. It was the time of night when he was allowed to read or play quietly in his room before bed. On this night however, five year old Cody Thomas had other plans. His pulse quickened, and a dampness coated his palms. He felt a pressing need to relieve the aching pressure that was building inside. There was a disposable diaper taped snugly around his bottom, and Cody's temptation to use it was strong... Mature beyond his years, Cody displayed a sense of self awareness not often seen in children his age. An exceptionally well-behaved and conscientious young boy, he always minded his manners and he rarely acted out. It was these superlative character traits that had allowed Cody to be potty trained in a relatively short amount of time, and at a considerably young age. Already using the potty by his second birthday, he was completely free of daytime accidents just a few months later. If not for his lack of night-time bladder control, Cody would have been out of diapers forever. After a seamless transition to underwear, Cody's mother continued to use Pampers on him at bed-time. Considering how well they had always worked at protecting his sheets from a nightly soaking, she'd been reluctant in switching to training pants. Even though it was taking longer than she'd initially imagined, she felt confident that it was just a phase which he would eventually grow out of. Like the kind and caring mother she was, she had remained patient and reassuring over the years while waiting for him to develop the ability to stay dry throughout the night. Nevertheless, despite her attempts at limiting his fluids after dinner and scheduling potty breaks before bed, Cody still woke up most mornings just as he had ever since he was a baby... with a very wet diaper. While not unusual for kids Cody's age to frequently experience the involuntary release of number-one while sleeping, consciously pushing a number-two into them was something entirely different. Beset by this recent desire, it was the first time he ever considered doing something that he was certain his mother would disapprove of. Longing to recapture forgotten memories and feelings from an earlier part of his life, Cody found it difficult to resist the lure of this boyish whim... Standing alone in the silence of his room, five year old Cody Thomas had a decision to make. He paced restlessly by the side of his bed, his mind torn as he weighed the two choices before him. He recalled a cartoon he'd recently seen, where an angel and a devil appeared on either shoulder of the main character. Each apparition, with opposing motives, urged the man to act—the angel pushing him to follow his conscience and do the right thing, while the devil tempted him to succumb to his desires. Cody felt exactly like that now, grappling with his own inner conflict as his imagination took over. An imaginary devil, perched on the shoulder of the young boy, whispered into his ear. "Go ahead, do it. You will feel so much better. Just push that stinky poopy right into the seat of your pants. After all, you ARE wearing a diaper and that is what they're made for, AREN'T they?" "Cody Nathaniel Thomas, you're far too old for that. Big boys like you shouldn't be filling their pants with poo-poo. Just go tell your mom, and she can help you use the potty," the corresponding make-believe angel advised. "Don't listen to him. You know you want to do it. Wouldn't you like to remember what it feels like to make poopy in your diaper?" "Cody.. that diaper you're wearing is to protect you from wetting the bed, not for making your poopies in." Even though the words were all in his mind, it had felt quite real for Cody and he wasn't sure which one he should listen to. As he felt the emerging stool beginning to crown, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. More than anything, the five year old boy just wanted the discomfort that he felt below his waist to subside. Cody knew the only way to relieve the stabbing pressure was to just let go and push, but he remained indecisive on where he should do it. While unsure if he would ever get another opportunity like this one, he feared the unknown repercussions that could come with using his diaper in that manner. Lost in his conflicted feelings, Cody paced back and forth until, suddenly, he froze in his tracks. The intensity of the aching cramps had suddenly increased. His focus had now turned to straining as hard as he could in an effort to hold back the impending mass which was causing the intense discomfort. Standing there, his rear clenched tight, the immense wave of pressure gradually subsided. However, the close call had left Cody shaken. He no longer wanted to follow through with the plan that had eagerly excited him just moments earlier. After repeatedly mulling it over in his mind, he ultimately decided the angel was right—it simply wasn't worth it. He turned around and made his way towards the bedroom door. He intended to go ask his mom to remove his diaper so he could relieve himself on the potty... but that's not what happened. After just a few steps, the intense pressure returned—stronger than before. Cody strained with all his might to hold it back, but it was no use. He could already feel it forcing its way out as he stood there, powerless to stop it. He knew it was inevitable, whether he wanted it or not. A wave of satisfaction and serenity overcame Cody as the burgeoning mass made its way towards the seat of his protective pants. His mind was now completely clear. All of his thoughts and worries from moments ago had simply vanished. All he could focus on now was the relief he felt from releasing the unrelenting burden which he had been holding in tight. A soft, muffled thud emanated from the back of the young boy's pajama pants, cutting through the silence of the room. At that moment, Cody felt an unfamiliar tug at his waist as the diaper he wore stretched to accommodate the broad, globular lump that had just dropped into it. Five year old Cody Thomas, was now wearing, a poopy diaper. Even though he had been left with no choice due to his procrastination, Cody felt extremely happy that he'd gone through with the mischievous deed. He couldn't remember ever feeling so excited and exhilarated. He immediately reached his hand around to his back side to inspect his newly formed creation. He was fascinated by how rigid and dense the mass was while he patted it with his palm. While admiring the naughty bump in the back of his pants, Cody looked over at his desk in the corner of the room and was struck with an inspiring idea. He walked over to the wooden desk and pulled out the chair. He then heard his imaginary angel and devil friends reappear. "What a great idea! Go ahead and do it! Sit your butt down on that poopy diaper. It will feel so good," said the devil with a sly grin. "Don't do it. It's bad enough that you just pooped your pants. Don't make it worse by sitting in it. Think of the mess!" the angel retorted. But Cody was determined. He had absolutely no interest in what the angel was saying this time. The impulse was too strong to resist. Without wasting another second, he sat right down on the firm lump of poo that was nestled in the inner lining of his diaper. He let out a soft sight as he felt thick nugget start to flatten from his body weight. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Caught up in the enjoyment, he never paused to consider the consequences of his actions Cody stood back up and again patted his now flattened bulge with his hand. It was then that he felt the aching pressure return as he realized that the first deposit was only the tip of the iceberg. This time, Cody did not hesitate. His heart hammered like a drum, the beat drowning out all rational thought. The thrill bubbled within him, an electrifying mix of exhilaration and reckless abandon. The looming specter of punishment holding no weight in his mind, Cody was determined to push more mischief into his Pamper. Thinking back to how his younger cousin looked earlier in the day when he was doing the same thing, Cody froze, bent his knees, and then let loose. In an instant, the bump in the back of his pants had grown larger. Cody stood frozen, a tingling sensation running throughout his body. Consumed by the unfamiliar experience, he didn’t even notice the release of his bladder until the unmistakable warmth spread across his bottom. Mesmerized by the weight of his full diaper, he took a few gentle steps around the room as he got accustomed to the novel feelings pressed against his backside. "Five more minutes until I come to tuck you in, okay, sweetheart?" Cody heard his mom call from the hallway. Trying his best to sound normal, he responded through the closed door, "Okay, Mommy." The thrill that had just consumed him came crashing down, replaced by waves of regret as he imagined his mom's reaction to finding her five-year-old son in a poopy diaper. A pungent, earthy scent now filled the entire room. Cody was certain his mom would know what he'd done the moment she stepped inside. As soon as the blow dryer clicked off in the bathroom next door, he felt the clock ticking, acutely aware that her entrance was now only minutes away. Overwhelmed by fear, tears started to run down his face as he panicked over the thoughts of his moms response. Disappointed, angry, ashamed—those were just a few of the words racing through his mind. Cody began to sob uncontrollably as he heard footsteps approaching his door. Pressing his back against the wall, he tucked his hands behind him. His gaze dropped to the floor just as the doorknob started to turn. "Ready for night night kiddo?" Cody's mom said as she walked through his bedroom door. Still a bit tipsy from the bottle of wine she'd shared with her sister earlier in the afternoon, it took Mrs. Thomas a few moments to register the unexpected scene she had walked into. The smell hit her first—a sharp, recognizable scent she wasn’t accustomed to encountering in her five-year-old’s bedroom. Then her eyes landed on her precious son, standing across the room with his head bowed, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed quietly. "What's the matter buddy?" Cody's mom asked gently, despite already having a pretty good idea of why her son was whimpering. It was then that Cody completely broke down, tears streaming down his face as his lip trembled. Though his reaction was an uncontrolled response to the stress of the situation, Cody exaggerated it just a bit—a defense mechanism born of the hope that his mom might be less angry if he was crying hysterically. "I pooped in my pants Mommy, I'm sorry! It was an accident. Please don't be mad." Cody blurted out with his voice cracking through the sobs. "Oh sweetheart. It's okay. Don't cry. Mama's not mad at you. Come here and give me a hug." Mrs Thomas replied feeling heartbroken that here little boy was so upset. Cody felt a slight wave of relief, though he knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet. Sure, his mom wasn’t upset now, but how would she react when she realized Cody had sat in his mess like a small toddler? The contents of the heavily soiled diaper jostled as Cody walked to the edge of the bed where his mother was crouching down with her her arms wide open. He collapsed into her warm embrace, resting his head on her shoulder, while she gave him kisses on the cheek. Mrs. Thomas instinctively reached for her son's sagging pants, assessing the damage with a gentle tap of her fingertips on the prominent bump. While Cody's mom was not thrilled at the prospect of dealing with such a stinky situation, her priority was to comfort her only child, who was trembling in her arms. "Shhhh, it's okay sweetie. Mommy will make it all better. No need to cry." Cody's mom whispered in his ear as she removed her hand from his backside and was now softly rubbing his hair. She then grabbed a few tissues from the box on the nightstand and began to wipe the tears still running down his cheeks. Mrs. Thomas smiled warmly and asked, "Feeling a little better, sweetheart?" Cody's spastic breathing began to steady as he nodded. "Yes, Mommy," he replied, starting to feel a bit calmer. She tilted her head, her voice gentle, "Good. I don’t like seeing you so upset, buddy. Are you sure you’re okay? Do you have a tummy ache or anything?" Cody hesitated, a pang of guilt in his chest. "No, Mommy. I feel okay," he said, knowing he hadn’t been entirely honest. Her brow furrowed briefly, though her tone remained light. "Alright, I was just wondering since you’ve never had an accident like this before. I’m just glad it happened while you were wearing your nighttime diaper." "Now, what do you say—ready to get out of those stinky pants? Because Peee Uuuuu!" She gave him a playful wink and pretended to plug her nose This lighthearted comment made Cody crack a smile. 'Okay,' he replied with a sniffle, slowly recovering from his crying spell. Walking slightly bow-legged, Cody held his mom's hand as they made their way to the bathroom down the hall. He watched as she opened the linen closet and gathered the supplies needed for the diaper change she was about to perform: a large beach towel, a package of wet wipes, and a clean diaper from the box of Pampers on the floor. After placing the diaper and wipes on the counter, she unfolded the beach towel and placed it on the woven rug in the middle of the bathroom floor. "Okay Sweetie. I'm ready for you. I can't change you standing up like I do with your wet diapers, so I'm going to have you lie down on the towel here," Mrs. Thomas explained as she grabbed Cody's jammy pants from the sides of his hips and proceeded to pull them down around his ankles. Cody felt his dirty diaper sag even further once his pants were pulled down. He felt another impish desire wash over him as he was strongly tempted to swing his loaded Pamper between his legs by swaying his hips. He immediately dismissed the idea from his mind as he was still worried about what his mom would say when she discovered what he had done to his poop. "Down you go," Cody's mom said in a playful tone as she gently lowered him onto the towel spread out on the floor. She grabbed the wipes and diaper from the counter, knelt by his feet, and prepared to get to work." "Wow, kiddo. It's been such a long time since I last changed you out of a messy diaper. I can barely remember—it must have been right after you turned two. You were practically still a baby the last time it happened." Cody's mother paused to reminisce about when her little boy was still just a baby before moving forward with the unpleasant task. "That's because you were such a good boy, even as a baby," she said with a warm smile, glancing at Cody as she spoke. "You made potty training so easy for Mama. Not all moms are as lucky, though. She paused briefly before continuing, her tone turning slightly thoughtful. "Look at your cousin Tyler—you saw what happened today. He's almost three and a half, and Auntie Laura told me he still poops in his pants every day. She said he's nowhere near being potty trained." She shook her head and let out a soft sigh. "Honestly, though, I think she’s just being lazy. It's easier for her to keep him in a diaper or pull-up than to do the work of hovering over him all day to make sure he gets to the potty." Cody's mom continued, fiddling with the container of wipes. Her slight tipsiness had loosened her filter, finding herself revealing more of her inner thoughts to her young son than she normally would. "That's why I could never be mad at you for something like this—whether it was an accident... or not," she said after a brief pause, her tone carrying a hint of suspicion that her son may have filled his diaper intentionally. Those comments made Cody feel a pang of guilt for not being entirely honest about what had happened earlier in his room. It was difficult for him to withhold the truth from his mom, especially after she had just praised him so warmly. The weight of it all became too much, and Cody felt compelled to confess, so he blurted it out. "Mommy.... It wasn't an accident. I did it on purpose." Cody's mom gave him a soft smile, her tone gentle and reassuring. "I know sweetheart. It's okay." Cody's mom replied, stopping just as she was about to grab one of the tapes of the dirty diaper. "Really? How did you know it wasn't an accident, Mommy?" Cody asked, his eyes wide with surprise that she already knew his secret. "Moms just know these things, kiddo," Mrs. Thomas said with a knowing smile. She couldn’t help but think it wasn’t a coincidence that her son's first accident happened on the same day he saw his cousin poop in his pants "Monkey see... Monkey do doo-doo," she mused to herself, stifling a chuckle. Cody was delighted by his mom's reaction to the situation. He now felt silly for worrying so much about what she would say upon finding out about his deliberate accident. However, Cody was still concerned about the one last surprise that was waiting for his mother on the inside of his diaper. He watched nervously as her adept hands continued to go to work. "Rip...Rip," Mrs Thomas proceeded with unfastening the tapes on Cody's Pamper. "Ok Buddy, can you lift your legs in the air for mommy?" Cody did as his mom instructed, praying she wouldn't be angry about his pancaked poop. "Woah kid, your poopies have certainly gotten a lot bigger since you were two." Cody's mom remarked surprisingly, as she pulled down the front flap of the diaper she was about to change. She pulled one of wipes from the container as she continued. "Also, your poops seems to be a little on the hard side, buddy. I think we're gonna add some more fruit to your diet to try and soften it up. Sound good?" She asked Cody as she began wiping the messy residue from his butt. "I like peaches", replied Cody gleefully, happy to be talking about fruit instead the condition of his diaper. Cody's kind and caring mom continued with the diaper change, saying nothing about the flattened poop inside. With the larger load now on top, she hadn’t even noticed it. And thanks to the firm nature of Cody’s poop, the mess wasn’t particularly bad. Once Cody fully realized there would be no consequences for his actions, the tension melted away from his body. As he relished the comforting touch of his mom’s hands fastening his fresh diaper, his gaze shifted to the used one lying nearby. A proud sense of accomplishment washed over him as he took in the sight of the mounded brown lumps nestled within the padding of the heavily used disposable diaper. As Cody lay in bed, sleep eluded him as his mind replayed the day's events on a loop. The faint scent of poopy diapers lingered in his nose, intertwined with the thrill of the discoveries he'd made. Though it was his first time exploring the unique sensations of using his diapers for more than just pee, he knew it wouldn't be his last. The End If you like Cody, you're going to love Skyler. Check his stories out here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/5736016

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

Hey everybody! First time poster, longggggg time lurker (and I DO mean LONG. Like, 15+ years at least). Here is a little story I have been cooking up. It’s your standard fare “be careful what you wish for story”. Not meant to revolutionize the ABDL fiction game or anything, but just some nice, hot material for those who want it. It started out as prompts for captions I was planning to make, but ended up 6,000+ words, soooo...oops! Anyways, enjoy! Feedback/encouragement is always appreciated. Love our community- love you all! Stephanie’s Descent Stephanie was a beautiful, petite young lady of 26 who seemed to be grabbing the world by the horns. She had a job in an office doing clerical work while she was in school to become a lawyer, and had a sexy boyfriend named Mark. Sure, she felt insecure in her mature office suits, looking up at one well-dressed man or woman after another from her small stature with her girlishly cute looks. And sure, she had her suspicions that Mark was being unfaithful to her with another friend of hers. Yes, the schoolwork was intense and difficult, and despite her being so charming, this caused her on more than one occasion to be snippy or bratty to her other classmates. But Stephanie did not worry about this. Things would work themselves out. They always seemed to for girls who had it all, like her... One rocky living situation after another led her to have ask her mother if she could return home while she continued to work and study hard. It was a blow to Stephanie’s ego, but her mother Karen was secretly ecstatic. Karen supposed she should be happy for the strides in adulthood that Stephanie was making, but at times she would be so mad about the passage of time that she would do anything to get her little girl back. She would shake these thoughts from her head, as she already had an 18-month-old chubby baby girl to contend with named Lily. Lily’s father quickly left after Karen gave birth, making Karen all the more protective of her girls. She would use this time to impose motherly control and rules on Stephanie, whether she liked it or not. Plus, she could use a helper with Lily, so Stephanie added “caregiver” to her growing list of responsibilities... Stephanie stared down at Lily sleeping in her crib. She smiled and took a deep whiff of the smells of her baby sister’s nursery. Baby powder, baby wipes and the distinct smell of Pampers danced around her nostrils as she sighed, looking around the pink nursery adorned with infantile motifs of baby Disney characters and Winnie the Pooh. “I wonder what it would be like to be a baby again.” Stephanie wondered out loud as she headed over to the changing table. “No adult responsibilities- just toys, and baby shows and....diapers.” She felt a tingle shoot through her as she caressed the crinkly padding piled high under the changing table, imaging herself wearing it. “Oh sure, it would be SO embarrassing, but it might be kinda fun.” Stephanie bit her finger and looked around nervously. Her little shaved pussy throbbing and juices dripping into her panties, she took a breath and yanked her pants down. Then came her now soaked underwear. And now she stood in her baby sister’s nursery, naked from her bellybutton down, except for a cute pair of socks, ready to do something girls her age should not even be considering... Stephanie grabbed one of Lily’s diapers and a bottle of baby powder and placed it deliberately on top of the changing table. She took a big breath, unable to believe she was about to do what she planned to do and hoisted herself up onto the white padded surface. The cool, slick plastic of the changing surface caressing her bare bottom and privates sent another jolt of tingles through her body. Lying on her back she opened the thick diaper and gently fluffed it out to ready it to wear. Just like she did for her baby sister countless times. “If everybody could see me now! I wonder what they would say.” Stephanie again wondered aloud, this time with a chuckle. She bit her lip, lifted her small, perfectly smooth butt and slid the Pampers underneath her. She plopped her tushy down on the waiting, thirsty padding and shuddered as she began to feel more and more like a baby every second. She shook out a liberal amount of sweet-smelling baby powder over her already somewhat infantile looking, perfectly shaved crotch. Her heart was pounding as the mix of nursery aromas and baby sensations brought back feelings of helplessness and memories of daycare. She pulled the diaper up snugly in between her legs and taped it shut tightly against her. She knew from countless shopping trips previously that baby Lily wore the biggest size Pampers available on the market, being a chubby baby and all. The baby diaper fit Stephanie’s slender frame like a glove. She nearly spasmed as she looked down to see Sesame Street characters smiling up and waving at her from the top of the diaper. No, it was HER diaper now. The padding was thick, and almost oppressive, as it pressed securely into her most sensitive areas. The sensation was undeniably babyish. Even slight movements of her butt or legs caused a tell-tale crinkle to emit from her new infant underwear. Her powered pussy encased in her Pampers was dripping with a level of excitement she had never felt before. She was in pure baby bliss. She hopped off the changing table and waddled up to the full-length mirror near Lily’s crib. She was unable to stop herself from toddling, the thick diapers forcing her legs apart and causing an embarrassingly cute cascade of crinkles to follow her as she moved. She looked at herself in the mirror, her large puppy eyes and small figure complimenting her new choice of babyish undergarments. She giggled innocently and smiled as she examined her diapers from all sides. Caressing the outer padding and pulling them up tighter between her legs, she checked out her butt while moaning. Every touch and every movement cause the soft insides of her Pampers to further stroke and rub against her now incredibly sensitive clit, making her purr with pleasure. She looked to her right and glanced down at her still sleeping baby sister. Her gaze shot back to her reflection in the mirror, she popped her thumb in her mouth and in the most babyish voice she could muster exclaimed “More!” She giggled, twirled her hair and began bouncing in place. “More! More! More!” She chirped as she set about the nursery to further enhance her naughty, but incredibly pleasurable experience. Stephanie practically skipped over to Lily’s Winnie the Pooh dresser and threw open the drawers to rummage for more goodies to complete her immersion into babyhood. She practically ripper her halter-top off and unhooked her bra in an instant, letting her pert little breasts bounce free as she did so. She pulled from the dresser the biggest shirt she could find- a nursery yellow My Little Pony shirt featuring cartoon ponies hugging each other on the front. The immature shirt clung to her tightly, barely stretching down to her navel, and holding her small tits close to her chest, making her look flatter than ever. From the top drawer she pulled a small hairbrush and two hair ties with two bright pink plastic balls attached to them. With a sense of urgency, she deftly secured her brown hair into two high pigtails on top of her head. She fished around in the top drawer for a little while longer until she found what she sought, an all-white pacifier with a pink ring on the front of it. She popped in her mouth and almost bit down on the nipple with the surge of pleasure she felt from debasing herself even further from her adult self. She crinkled back up to the full-length mirror with a waddle and gasped at the reflection greeting her. From head to toe she looked every bit a baby- not a day older than her sister Lily. Gone were the fancy suits she wore in the office. Gone were the trendy clothes she wore to stay noticed in college. Gone were the date night dresses she donned to look sexy for her boyfriend Mark. Here she stood completely raw and infantilized for the world. She looked so cute and babyish it was humiliating. She blushed at her appearance and her rosy cheeks only served to make her look MORE like an infant. She looked down and felt her body to make sure it was really her she was looking at in the mirror. She had never felt more infantile or embarrassed. The butterflies in her tummy and the warmth wetness she felt in her private parts signaled to her only one thing...she loved this. End of part 1. I will most definitely be posting more!