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  1. Any one know any decent abdl stories in the Kindle store there are lots of stories on there but non of then are rated or they are rated 1-2 stars. Look for something new and fun to read. Never read abdl stories on Kindle
  2. Greetings, friends. I know there are a few folks on DD who enjoy my Ebooks so I like to post from time to time when I release something new. Here's a taste of Chapter One of my new novella available on Amazon Kindle. CLICK HERE for more: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07CQMHDLN CHAPTER I: NEW HOUSE, NEW RULES Cody sat silently in the passenger seat of the car, staring out distantly at the road in front of them, illuminated by the car headlights. The slender 19 year old felt wrestless, awkward, and even a little nervous. While he tried to tell himself that he was an adult and perfectly capable of taking care of himself, he certainly didn’t feel that way in his current predicament. He cringed as his mother began speaking, breaking the silence between them. “So just remember that Miss Karla is in charge while I’m away. I want you to be on your best behavior for her, okay?” said the middle aged woman in the driver’s seat. He didn’t dignify his mother’s comment with a response. “You know Cody, I wouldn’t be going on this trip if it wasn’t really important for my career. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity for me.” she said. “I just don’t understand why I can’t stay at home this summer.” he whined. “Cody, we’ve been over this. It would be one thing if I was going to be out of town for the weekend but I’m going to be out of the country for over two months. I’m sorry but I’m just not comfortable leaving you alone for that long.” Cody groaned, rolling his eyes. He stared resentfully at her for a few seconds… her long blonde hair tied in a bun, the crow’s feet and mascara around her bright blue eyes. While Cody knew she didn’t care much about abandoning himat some random lady’s house for a few months, he had to admit he was going to miss her. That fact alone made him feel like even more of a child. In truth, he should have been used this by now. For most of Cody’s life, his mom hadn’t been around. Ever since she had divorced his dad when he was little; he’d gotten used to being dropped off at daycare centers, babysitters, and relatives’ houses. Naturally, his mom loved him but she probably loved her career even more. He accepted that. Honestly, it didn’t matter any more now that he was old enough to move out and be on his own. That was one thing that Cody couldn’t blame his mom for. He still lived with her and had yet to find a place of his own. Jacob, a friend of his from high school, said they would get a place over the summer but that entire plan had fallen through when Jacob got fired from Marco’s Pizzeria. That meant Cody was stranded living under his mother’s roof until he could find another potential roommate to move in with. “Mom, look, I’m adult. I don’t need you or anyone else taking care of me. It’s not like you’re ever around anyway.” Cody said. “Well, I’m certainly glad I was around last month when I got home from work early.” Cody groaned, squirming a little in his seat. The entire conversation was making him uncomfortable and on top of that, he now felt the urge to pee. A few tiny drops dribbled into the fabric of his cotton boxer-briefs as he squeezed his legs together. “You told me you didn’t smoke pot and then I came back to my homeand guess what I found? My son and his friend sitting on my couch, smoking a giant bong.” “That was just the one time.” Cody said. “Well regardless, you lied to me and you went behind my back. If you want me to treat you like an adult, you need to start acting like one. I can’t leave you at home alone if I think you’ll be having wild parties every night and getting stoned every day. You’re 19 years old and you need to start thinking about your future. Maybe living with Miss Karla will give you a little direction in life.” Cody sighed. He was essentially done with this conversation. Considering they weren’t more than a few minutes away from their destination, it wasn’t like he was going to have any chance of persuading his mom to see things his way. “I know you’re not crazy about the idea of staying at her house all summer but she really thinks you’re a sweet kid. Its not like she’s a stranger. She’s known you since you were a toddler.” his mom said. “Whatever.” he muttered. “And if you need help um… getting ready for bed, it’ll probably be good to have someone there to give you a hand.” she added. “You mean she knows about my…” “Yes Cody, she knows that you wet the bed sometimes and you wear diap, um, protection at night. I’ve known this woman for 16 years. Did you really think your nighttime problem hadn’t come up in conversation?” “I guess I should have figured.” Cody said, cringing. At least his mother had remembered to use the more diplomatic word “protection”. Cody had wet the bed for years but recently, it had started to decline to only about three nights a week. He was hoping that it would soon stop altogether. Doctors had told him and his mom that he would outgrow it… but it seemed like just one of the many ghosts of childhood that followed him along wherever he went. He didn’t want to have to live with his mom but there he was. He didn’t want to have to wear adult diapers for bedwetting but he did. (At his mother’s insistence.) He didn’t want to be dropped off at his mom’s friend’s house for the next two months yet there he was. His mother pulled the parking break as their car came to a stop. “Cody, I really am going to miss you. I just want you to be a successful adult. You know I love you… right?” Looking at his mom, Cody saw her honesty. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her son… she was just obsessed with her career as a television newscaster. Ultimately, Cody couldn’t be mad at her for leaving. He was 19 years old and what full grown adult would resent his mother for taking a business trip to advance her career? It wasn’t as if he neededher to stay. “I love you too.” Cody mumbled. “Let’s go inside. Miss Karla said she has a surprise for you.” his mom smiled. Cody resented that his mother still referred to this woman as ‘Miss Karla’. It was absurd considering that Karla was her first name. When Cody was two years old, Karla worked at the daycare center where his mom dropped him off every day. At 5 years old, Cody started going to another daycare closer to his house but his mom kept in touch with Karla. While Cody did have some obscure memories of the woman from early childhood, mostly she was just in the background of Cody’s life occasionally: a guest at a Christmas party, a woman that his mom went shopping with, and even someone who occasionally sent him a birthday card. In truth though, Cody didn’t know much about her and he had never cared to learn. Now he was going to be spending the summer at her house, the whole situation just struck him as strange. If nothing else though, the home that they found themselves walking up towards was fairly large and affluent considering Karla and her daughter were the only ones who now resided there. Cody had gone to high school with Karla’s daughter and seen her in the halls but they had likely never said a word to each other. He had wanted to introduce himself but was always too shy. In a school of 3,000 kids, it was easy for them to remain strangers, especially considering how shy Cody was. Walking towards the house, he knew he would have to find a bathroom very soon but he could certainly hold it for 5 more minutes if need be. Cody rolled his suitcase up the broad driveway while his mother carried a large paper bag and a gym bag beside him. He knew what was inside both of those bags: what his mother referred to as his ‘nighttime supplies’. When they rang the doorbell, the large front door swung open in just a few seconds. “Susan! Come in, come in. How are you? Excited for your trip?” Karla said with a broad smile, pulling Cody’s mother in for a hug. There she was. Standing about 4 inches taller than Cody, Karla had the same familiar haircut he remembered: a short, brown pixie cut parted to one side. In Cody’s eyes, such a haircut seemed fitting for a woman in her mid-40s in contrast to his mother’s long, flowing blonde locks. Karla’s silver nose ring shined under the light of the main foyer. “Thank you again for agreeing to let Cody stay with you over the summer.” “Yeah, absolutely. We’re happy to have him.” Karla said. “Cody? Say hi to Miss Karla.” his mom prompted him. “Hi.” he said timidly. “Hello, Cody. Wow, you look so grown up.” Karla said, pulling him in for a warm hug. Cody didn’t feel very grown up considering he was essentially getting dropped off at a babysitter’s house. His current outfit wasn’t very adult either: a baggy Pink Floyd t shirt with a hole in the sleeve and a pair of jeans. Returning Karla’s hug, he got a whiff of her perfume. Somehow, her smell gave him goose bumps and almost rendered him speechless. It caused another tiny, involuntary spurt of pee to release into his underwear. Cody couldn’t remember the last time Karla had hugged him but smelling her now almost seemed to bring back memories of his early childhood. It was a clean scent like the smell of soap mixed with the aroma of some mature, feminine perfume and while he couldn’t place it, the scent was indeed familiar and it somehow made him feel… safe. “Here’s a pack of his um, protection.” Cody’s mother said, handing Karla the bulging paper bag, inside of which was a full package of Cody’s disposable adult diapers. “Okay, great.” “And here are his nighttime supplies: babay powder, diaper rash cream, lotion, and some baby wipes. Its all in there.” his mother said. Cody bit his lip. In his mom’s hurried efforts to casually list what the gym bag contained, she had levied several blows to her son’s self esteem. Yet Karla didn’t act as though Cody’s mother had said anything out of the ordinary. “I went online with the medical supply company where I usually order his diapers and I changed the delivery address. So about every other week, you should receive a new package.” Cody sighed as she used the ‘D’ word. He knew that his mother hadn’t done it on purpose to embarrass him but occasionally, when she was in a hurry, she let it slip. It was as though, in his mother’s mind, she knew that he wore diapers and calling them anything else was just a patronizing attempt to protect his dignity. “Well Susan, I’d invite you to come in for a cup of coffee but I think if you stay any longer, you might miss your flight.” Karla said. Cody’s mother glanced at her watch. He wished she would just leave already. Cody wanted to say goodbye to her… but he wanted to use the bathroom even more at that moment. “You’re right. Well, you have my email and you have my cell phone number. Call or text me any time, day or night. Don’t worry about the time change. If you need to get a hold of me, just call.” “I’m sure we’ll be just fine.” Karla smiled. “Okay Cody, I’ll call you as soon as I can. Be good for Miss Karla. I love you.” she said, pulling him in for a hug. “I love you too.” Cody said. With that, his mom left. “Well Cody, do you want to come with me and we’ll take your stuff to your room?” Karla asked. “Actually, could I uh, use the bathroom?” he asked. “Of course, sweetie. Down the hall, first door on the left.” Leaving his suitcase, he wasted no time moving at a brisk pace. Shutting the door behind him, Cody frantically unbuttoned his jeans to slip his penis out. With a heavy sigh of relief, he peed in the toilet. A few seconds later, he found himself frowning as he felt the dampness of his boxer-briefs but felt reassured when he ran his hand over the front of his jeans. They were totally dry. Exiting the bathroom, he wandered into the kitchen where Karla was standing with the two bags in either hand. She was wearing a green, button down blouse with the sleeves rolled up. On her arm, she had a tattoo of some Japanese characters. Funny, he never imagined Karla was cool enough to have a tattoo. He could only hope it showed she was a lenient, easy-going person who wouldn’t be a pain in the ass to live with. A pair of tight, black slacks hugging her full hips completed her outfit. Glancing down at her black socks, he could see that she wasn’t wearing any heels. Sadly, their height difference was very much real… and it made Cody feel even more like a small child who had been turned over to his babysitter, just as he had been many times in his earlier life. He glanced at the kitchen counter and noticed two pizza boxes. “I ordered Canadian bacon and pineapple. Your favorite.” Karla smiled. “Really? How did you know?” “Your mom told me. I figured it would be a nice way to help you feel welcome.” Karla said. “Thanks.” Cody said, smiling slightly. “I know this is all a bit of an adjustment but I care about you and your mom a lot and well, you may not remember it but I used to take care of you all the time when you were a toddler. You’re practically family.” Cody blushed a little but said nothing. He was trying to embrace adulthood or at the very least, to escape from his childhood past. That wouldn’t be easy while living in the home of his former daycare provider. Even so, Karla was acting as kind and friendly as could be expected and he couldn’t exactly reject her affection. “Come on, let’s take your stuff to your room.” Karla said. “Okay, sure.” Following Karla up the long, carpeted stairs; she offered him a small tour. “My bedroom is at the far end of the hall there. This is Lexy’s room. This is the hall bathroom and here’s your bedroom.” Cody furrowed his brow as he saw the room, his heart slowly sinking into his stomach. “Before you say anything, I know this is probably isn’t exactly your style but my nephew from Boston visits us a few times a year and we usually keep this room for him. He’s 8 years old. Don’t worry though, I washed all of the bedding and this will be your roomthis summer.” Karla said. Cody frowned but tried not to be too critical. After all, the room was mostly normal, though a few childish features still stood out. There were colorful Star Wars sheets on the bed and light blue pillow cases on all the pillows. A large plastic bin in the corner of the room was filled with various action figures. The largest ones seemed to be Transformers. The door to the closet was open and while it appeared to be mostly empty, there was a Teddy Bear sitting on the top shelf. “You’ve got a laundry hamper by the door here and a trash can in the corner there.” Cody noticed that the metal, cylindrical trashcan in the corner had a lid operated by a foot pedal, much like the one he had in his own room. Before he could say anything, Karla pulled a blue package of adult diapers out from the paper bag, placing them on top of the dresser and setting the gym bag down next to it. “All of the drawers in the dresser are empty so organize your stuff however you like it. I’ll leave you to get settled but don’t forget, we’ve got pizza downstairs.” Karla said. As she walked past him, he got another whiff of her scent and once again, Cody couldn’t decipher the reaction that it seemed to provoke inside of him. Watching as she walked down the hall, Cody noted that she had a few curves but was ultimately in pretty good shape. She just seemed to dress modestly. She was older but looked pretty good for her age. Was he attracted to Karla? No, that was ridiculous. She was one of his mom’s friends and the woman who took care of him when he was a baby! She was far from being his type. Cody never had much luck with girls in high school but the girls he did find himself interested in were his own age. He’d had a huge crush on one girl in his senior class. She was short, thin, with long black hair flowing down her shoulders. Cody had asked her out and she had rejected him in the bitchiest way possible. So essentially, that girl was the polar opposite of Karla, both mentally and physically, in age and in temperament. No, he wasn’t sexually attracted to Karla at all. After all, the woman was about the same age as his mom! But if he was going to be living with Karla for the summer, he had to admit that he liked the way she smelled and… that she was undeniably a nice, caring person. There was nothing wrong with that. Anyway, Cody chalked up these strange feelings to the fact that he was tired and stressed out. It would be better if he could just put these thoughts out of his mind and eat some pizza. Walking downstairs and into the kitchen, he licked his lips when he saw a slice of pizza already sitting on a plate at the table. Yet as he prepared to take a seat, Karla placed her hands on her hips, looking at him sternly. “Cody sweetie, we need to talk about your bathroom habits.” Karla said bluntly. “My… what?” Cody asked, nervous that she might be referencing his bedwetting. “Your bathroom habits. When you used the downstairs bathroom in the hall earlier, you… didn’t lift up the seat.” “Oh, oh, I’m sorry.” “And it doesn’t look like you cleaned up the toilet seat after you were finished either.” Cody blushed again, feeling embarrassed by his oversight. This sort of thing happened at home but it was quite different to realize that he had done it in a stranger’s house. “Sorry.” he said quietly. “I cleaned it up this time but in the future, you need to pay closer attention to that, okay?” Karla said, raising her eyebrows sternly at him. “Okay.” Cody said, pulling out his chair. “Did you wash your hands?” Karla asked. “Huh? Just now?” “When you used the bathroom earlier?” “Oh um…” “Why don’t you go and wash your hands? You should be doing that every time you use the bathroom too.” she chided. As he walked back to the bathroom, Cody felt uneasy. Karla’s rebuke of him had been gentle but firm and he made a mental note to be more careful in the future. While his own mother had complained about his ‘bathroom habits’ once or twice in the past, she had never done so with quite the same attitude that Karla had just used. Even so, it was a minor hiccup in a night that otherwise seemed to be progressing just fine. A minute later, he returned to the table, taking a few bites of pizza. Karla pulled out a chair, taking a seat across from him. “How is it?” Karla asked. “Great.” he said, wiping his chin on his shirt sleeve. “Thanks again.” “Of course. Now Cody, like I said we’re happy to have you here over the summer but your mom left me in charge so I think there are a few simple house rules we should go over.” “Okay?” “These are the same rules I expect Lexy to follow too. They’re pretty basic. If I’m talking to you, I expect you to listen. I expect us all to be honest with each other. If you are going out with friends, I expect you to let me know beforehand… because I’m responsible for you now. I expect you to be polite and have good manners. Having good manners means cleaning up after yourself, like putting your plate in the dishwasher when you’re done eating. Or, in your case, it means lifting up the toilet seat when you use the bathroom and washing your hands afterwards.” “Um… okay.” Cody said. It wasn’t like Karla was saying anything unreasonable but her strict attitude just made Cody feel intimidated. His own mother was never around much when he was growing up and when she came home from work, she was usually too tired to order him around… let alone punish him for anything. “One more thing. You and Lexy are both under 21, so I do not allow drugs or alcohol in this house under any circumstances. Do you understand?” Karla said, raising her eyebrows. “Yeah, of course.” he mumbled. Then they heard the front door open. A young blonde girl walked into the kitchen, hair tied in a cute ponytail, donning a pair of tight, high waisted jeans and an orange t shirt that showed off her midriff. It was Lexy. Cody briefly made eye contact with her before averting his gaze back down at the table. “Hey, sorry I’m late for dinner. Lori and I were studying.” the girl said, dropping her backpack beside the kitchen counter and grabbing a slice of pizza. “Studying? Or hanging out at the coffee shop?” Karla said, raising her eyebrows. “Well, we study therea lot too.” “We’re still waiting to hear back from a few schools that you applied to. This is your senior year. I want you to finish strong.” Karla said. “Mom, I’ve got like a 3.5 GPA. Relax.” Lexy said with an eyeroll. “Well anyway, do you remember Cody?” Lexy looked at him curiously as if trying to remember him. “I don’t know? I think we had Geometry together, right?” Lexy said. “Geology.” “Yeah, cool… what’s up?” “Not much.” he mumbled. “Are you a junior?” she asked. “No, uh, I graduated.” While Lexy probably hadn’t intended to insult him, her question stung. Cody thought he looked like an average 19 year old but his skinny physique and stubborn inability to grow much facial hair probably made him look a little younger than 19. Like all attractive girls, Cody somehow felt less sure of himself with Lexy in the room. The fact that he was one year older than her and had been out of high school for a year should have given him some confidence. It didn’t. He felt just as awkward as he had in Geology class when he couldn’t find the guts to introduce himself… even though their mothers were best friends. Lexy was undeniably sexy and with her mother in the room, it just made things more awkward. Not only that but he wondered just how much Karla had told her 18 year old daughter about his nighttime problem. “Okay well, I gotta go study. I’ve got finals next week.” Lexy said, grabbing her backpack. “Just make sure you’re not spending too much time talking to your friends online and taking selfies while you’re ‘studying’, missy!” Karla shouted as her daughter ascended the stairs. Cody was grateful he wasn’t in school anymore. If he had been, he could easily imagine Karla chiding him to go to his room and do his homework. Finishing his last bite of pizza, Cody figured he would attempt to make conversation. “So uh… do you still work at a daycare or whatever?” Karla laughed quietly to herself. “No sweetie, I got my Masters in early childhood education 10 years ago after I got divorced. I miss working with little ones but now I do administrative work for a private school. Its great because I usually get to work from home.” “Oh, nice.” Cody mumbled. “I do have a meeting to go to tomorrow though so if you sleep late, just remember that there’s cereal in the pantry there and fruit salad in the fridge if you get hungry, okay?” “Okay, thanks.” Glancing at the silver watch around her wrist, Karla pursed her lips. “It looks like its almost 9:00 so why don’t you go upstairs and I’ll be up in a few minutes to help you get ready for bed.” Karla said matter of factly. “Um… what?” Cody asked, feeling nervous. “Your mom said she wants you to get ready for bed around 9:00 on weeknights.” “Well, yeah but I can do that on my own.” Cody said defensively. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, sweetie. Look, I know this is a little embarrassing for you but your mom told me that two weeks ago, you had a little trouble taping yourself up and when you woke up, your bed was soaked. Cody blushed but said nothing… he was now realizing just how much his mother had shared with this woman about his embarrassing problem. “So your mom told me that ever since then, she’s been checking the tapes on your diaper.” Karla continued. “Well, y-yeah. She checks them sometimes but… I can put them on by myself. I don’t even have accidents that often anymore.” “Well, you have accidents at least a few times a week. That’s why you need to wear diapers.” Karla said. “They’re called p-p-protection.” Cody said, nervously trying to correct her. “Yes, you wear diapers for protection. Specifically, you wear them to protect your bed sheets and your mattress and I’d like to keep the bed in my guest bedroom clean and dry.” Clearly, Karla hadn’t gotten the message that his diapers were supposed to be called ‘protection’. Either that or she was being deliberately difficult to put him in his place. “So I don’t want to take any chances. Besides, I think you’ll be a lot more comfortable if you know for sure that you’ll be waking up in a dry bed. So why don’t you go and brush your teeth and I’ll be up to help you get ready in a minute.” “But why can’t I just -” “Cody… I’ve tried to make you feel welcome here. But remember what I said: when I’m talking, I expect you to listen. You’re not listening to me. You’re arguing with me. For the next two and a half months, I’m going to be in charge. Do you understand?” Karla said sternly. Frowning and staring at the table, Cody nodded his head. “Okay, so why don’t you go upstairs and brush your teeth. I’ll be right there.” As Karla took his plate, he slowly left the kitchen walked upstairs, retrieving his toothbrush from his suitcase and doing as he was told. The hall bathroom was quite clean but was also fairly cluttered: a curling iron, tweezers, and countless makeup supplies covered the counter… all of them, no doubt, belonged to Lexy. Nervous as he was, Cody was proud that he had remembered to pee one last time before returning to his room. He resented his mother’s 9:00 p.m. rule about his ‘protection’ for many reasons but most of all because once he was taped into a disposable diaper, it was pretty difficult to get himself untaped and get it back on properly. Ironically, his diaper had leaked in bed on that one occasion precisely because he had to take it off to go to the bathroom earlier in the evening! It was unfair to say the least. Noticing a few drops of pee on the toilet seat, Cody was quick to tear of a piece of toilet paper to wipe it off before going to the sink to wash his hands. Returning to his room, Cody begrudgingly looked at the large, blue plastic package labeled “INCONTINENCE BRIEFS”. It seemed to be staring back at him in defiance. Reluctantly, he tore open the package and slid out a shiny, white folded rectangle. Before he did anything else, he pushed the door closed. He could just barely hear the muffled sound of Lexy talking on the phone in her room and he couldn’t afford to take any chances. If she was unaware of his nighttime problem, then he wanted to keep it that way. Slowly he unfolded the thick, crinkling garment in his hands. If he could just get the fit right, Karla would only need to take a quick glance at the tapes before she left him alone. Cody groaned though as he heard footsteps on the stairs. His door, which hadn’t been fully closed to begin with, swung open. “Oh, you’re getting everything ready. Excellent.” she said, bending over to unzip the gym bag on the floor. One by one, Karla unloaded his infantile supplies onto the dresser, including the light blue, plastic tub of baby wipes. Walking up to him with her sleeves rolled up and a bottle of baby powder in hand, she took the opened diaper from him. “Okay, why don’t you take off your pants for me and get situated on the bed here.” Karla said. “W-w-what?” Cody said, confused and uneasy. “Take off your pants.” she said, pulling out a towel from the closet and laying it out on the edge of the bed. “I thought I was gonna… you know, put this on and then you were going to just check the tapes?” “Cody, this really doesn’t have to be that difficult. I’m here because I need to make sure this is done properly. Now, you know you need to wear your diaper tonight. Its 9:15. No more stalling. I know you’re embarrassed but the sooner we start, the sooner we can get this over with. Now take off your pants.” Cody was now worried that perhaps Lexy might be able to hear their conversation so he slowly slid down his pants in front of the assertive, middle aged woman in front of him. “Underpants too. Come on.” Karla said, failing to understand his hesitation. He tried to cover himself with his shirt as he slid his damp, navy blue boxer-briefs down to the floor. “You know Cody, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve diapered you.” Karla said, looking somewhat amused. Cody thought her comment was ridiculous. Still, it was technically true. This woman had probably diapered him dozens of times as a toddler… and according to his own mother, he wore diapers until he was four years old, so she had plenty of experience. Even so, he was an adult now. He didn’t need anyone to diaper him… so why was he agreeing to this? “Okay, lay down. Grab your knees and pull em’ to your chest for me.” Karla said. Cody reached out for the diaper in her hand. “But can I just do this myself? ” “Cody… on the bed. Now.” Karla said, raising her eyebrows and pulling the diaper just out of his reach. The stern look and the sound of her voice struck fear into Cody’s heart. Half naked, he lay down on the bed and grabbed his knees without another word. Had Karla ever used that tone with him before? Naturally, Cody had only the most vague memories of meeting her in daycare… but Karla probably remembered everything clearly. It was bizarre to think that she might be using the very same tactics to deal with him now as she had when he was a toddler… and worse yet, that they might be working! He couldn’t believe his bare butt was now on display for his woman. It was beyond awkward. If nothing else, the fact that he was holding his knees against his chest meant that she couldn’t get a good look at his manhood. Before another thought could enter his mind, he felt a tickling sensation on his bare butt followed by a familiar aroma that he hadn’t smelled in years: baby powder. While his mother had purchased baby powder for him plenty of times, he had never used it. Apart from his mom recently double checking the tapes and the fit of his diaper, she hadn’t done much else. Now Cody became crestfallen as he realized he was being diapered like a baby and was powerless to stop it. The infantile aroma of the powder mixed with the mature scent of Karla’s perfume. Overwhelmed, he almost felt light headed. “Okay, you can put your butt down now.” Karla said casually. As Cody’s rear end came to rest on the padding of the diaper, he instantly became mortified that Karla could see his genitals but with a quick sprinkling of power, she swiftly pulled the front panel into place. Slowly and carefully, she taped the garment up nice and snug, smoothing out each tape. “There ya go. All done. Now was that so horrible?” she asked. Sitting up with a crinkle, Cody was speechless. He didn’t even feel embarrassed anymore, just numb. Karla said something to him but he didn’t hear the words. The whole scenario had just been too surreal for him to accept it. “Hello? Earth to Cody.” she said, waving her hand in front of his face. “Huh?” he said, looking up at her. “I said stand up for me. I just want to make sure that we got a good fit.” Cody obediently rose to his feet. Karla slid her two fingers into the elastic leg band of the diaper, just a few centimeters away from his genitals. He flinched as he felt her long, feminine nails grazing his bare thigh inside his diaper before she withdrew her fingers. “Okay, looks good. Does it feel okay?” Cody just nodded. “Great well, don’t forget to throw your diaper away in the garbage can there tomorrow and I’ll see you when I get home from work.” she smiled. Cody nodded again. Before leaving the room, Karla glanced down at his boxer-briefs on the floor, grabbing them and walking towards the hamper. It was then that she looked curiously at the underwear, feeling them in the palms of her hands. “Cody sweetie, did you have an accident earlier tonight?” “No.” he mumbled. “Then why are these so damp?” she asked. “Well, I guess I wet like, just a little. It was a long car ride over… My pants are completely dry.” he said defensively. “I guess your mom did mention you have accidents during the day on rare occasions.” Karla said, underwear still in hand. “I uh, don’t anymore. I haven’t done it during the day since like, last summer when I had an accident.” Cody said. “And tonight?” Karla said. “Well, that wasn’t really an accident. I made it to the bathroom. My pants are totally dry. See?” Cody now picked up his jeans, trying to show Karla the evidence. “Mhmm.” Karla said, unconvinced. “Well, I’m going to take these to the laundry room. During the day while you’re awake, just know that there is a bathroom right next door to your room and one just down the hall from the kitchen as well.” “Okay.” Cody so badly wanted to defend himself and interrupt Karla’s patronizing lecture but he knew he didn’t have a leg to stand on in this discussion. He was standing in front of her wearing only a t shirt and a disposable diaper while he held a pair of his damp underwear in her hands. How could he possibly hope to declare his adulthood? “So if you feel like you have to go, you need to go to one of those two bathrooms as soon as you feel the urge, okay?” Karla said. Cody nodded. “Okay well, I’ll be awake for another hour if you need anything. Sweet dreams, okay?” Karla said with a polite smile, closing the door behind her. Frowning to himself, Cody tried to ignore all of the strange emotions pushing their way into his mind. At first he tried to sit back down on the bed but as he looked down, the sight of his padded crotch was just too much. Standing up, he unzipped his suitcase to retrieve a pair of sweatpants. Even in the privacy of his own room, there was no reason he needed to waddle around with his diaper on display. In his current outfit, the sight of his own reflection in the mirror was enough to damage his self esteem. Pulling on some pants made him feel a lot better, as if he got someof his dignity back. Slipping his laptop out of his suitcase, he figured a computer game might help to take his mind off things. Then he flinched at the sound of a knock on the door. Slowly, he cracked it open. It was Lexy. “Hey, so since we’re going to have to share a bathroom, do you think it’s too much to ask for you to flush the toilet after you pee?” Lexy said, looking mildly annoyed. “Oh, I uh, I’m sorry.” With that, she walked away. Cody spent the rest of the night in his room playing a game on his computer, which honestly suited him just fine. Inevitably though, some time after 1:00 in the morning, he got tired and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over his head, his diaper crinkling as he rolled over and tried to get comfortable. He had to admit, it was a pretty decent bed… perhaps even cozier than the futon in his room at home. It was nearly noon when he awoke the following day. As he climbed out of bed, it was rather obvious that his heavy, saturated diaper was sagging underneath his pants. Cody was, of course, disappointed that he’d wet his diaper but he figured it wasn’t all that surprising. Stress always increased his nighttime accidents and the previous night had been stressful for so many reasons. Did Karla really plan to diaper him like a baby every single night? It all seemed so surreal, not to mention unfair. He was starting to feel more and more ambivalent about staying at her house all summer. Untaping his diaper, he pressed his foot on the pedal of the trash can, the lid opened, and he dropped it in with a thud. With his skin still feeling a little damp, he slid some boxer-briefs on, reclaiming his adulthood. Pulling out his phone, he texted his friend Jacob: “Wanna hang out tonight?” It was Friday night. Cody figured that all he needed was to get out of Karla’s house for a few hours to clear his head. Just because he had to sleep under her roof all summer didn’t mean he needed to be cooped up in her house 24/7. Walking into the kitchen, the house seemed eerily silent. Karla had mentioned that she had a meeting and Lexy was likely still at school. Making himself a bowl of cereal, Cody felt much better just getting some time alone. A minute later and his phone buzzed, showing a text from Jacob: “Party at Brad’s house later. Wanna go?” Perfect. While Cody didn’t own a car, he knew he could always rely on Jacob for a ride. An escape from Karla’s house, even for a few hours, would make him feel like more of an adult. Lounging around on the couch, Cody turned on Karla’s beautiful, huge flat screen TV. Before long, Lexy walked in the front door. “Hey.” Cody said. “Hi.” Lexy responded. Cody couldn’t discern her expression. Was she annoyed by his presence in her living room? Or just indifferent? “What are you up to?” Lexy asked. “Just watching TV. I’ll probably go to a party later tonight.” Lexy was obviously popular and Cody’s response was almost meant to show her that he too had a social life, no matter how shy he sometimes appeared. Lexy raised an eyebrow at him, making a strange face. “Did you ask my mom?” Lexy said. “Ask her what?” “Did you ask her if you could go out tonight?” “Well… no, not exactly but… I’m 19 years old. I can go out with friends if I want to.” Cody said, trying to sound self-assured. “You obviously don’t know my mom very well. She’s like… a really great person and everything but she is ridiculously strict. It doesn’t matter that you’re 19. She’s still going to treat you like you’re a little kid. I’m 18 and I still have an 11:30 curfew on weekends.” Cody fell silent. He was beginning to feel increasingly anxious about living with this woman for the rest of the summer. Lexy’s words seemed particularly haunting in light of the fact that Karla had diapered him like a toddler the previous night. The atmosphere of her house was a stark contrast to that of his own. Ironically, in his younger years, there had been some part of Cody that had always wished his mother would be more strict and more attentive. Now that he was in such a household as an adult, it felt confining. “I just need to get into one out of state university and then I’m gone. That’s what my older brother Kevin did when he turned 18. Seriously, I love my mom but she’s hard to deal with sometimes.” Lexy said, leaving the room. Cody spent the next few minutes trying to think of something diplomatic to say to Karla in order to persuade her to let him go out for the night. When she finally walked in the front door, Karla looked fashionable as ever in a long maxi skirt and a red blouse, her short gelled hair parted to one side and wearing a pair of gold earrings. This mature older woman had diapered him like a baby the previous night. Any illusions of them being equals had already disappeared. She was in control. CLICK HERE to continue reading: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07CQMHDLN
  3. Hi everyone, I know of a few different posters on here who follow my Amazon Kindle Ebooks so I just wanted to post Chapter One of my latest release. Follow the link if you'd like to read the whole novella. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077W8YR2M Chapter I: Backseat Blues Scared and confused, Cam stood in his kitchen wearing only a disposable diaper and a short shirt. He tried to pull the shirt down to cover himself but it was no use. The gorgeous blonde woman in front of him giggled at him, her eyes still wide with amazement. Her name was Amber and he knew her well. "I just can’t believe that you’re a senior in high school and you’re not even potty trained yet!” she said, shaking her head. “I’m potty trained.” Cam whined, tears in his eyes. “Uh… apparently not because your mommy still has you in diapers.” Amber said. “Yeah, but I don’t need them! This is all my mom’s fault.” “Sounds like the baby is getting cranky. Does he want his pacifier?” Then to his disbelief, she pulled out a blue pacifier with a picture of Mickey Mouse on the mouth guard. Slipping it into his mouth, he began sucking on it vigorously as she smiled and shook her head at him. “Aw, does the baby like his binky?” Amber cooed. Then with an abrupt gasp, Cam opened his eyes, jolting himself awake. The seatbelt around his chest seemed to lock up on him. Catching his breath and squinting in the afternoon sunlight, he returned to reality watching the scenery on the side of the highway pass him by. ‘What a fucking nightmare!’ Cam thought to himself. Luckily, Cam hadn’t had any accidents while he was asleep. He must have only dozed off for a few minutes. Checking his phone, he saw that he had no new text messages. That wasn’t much of a surprise. It wasn’t as though he was popular by any stretch. Sitting in the back seat of the car, Cam stared at the screen on his smart phone as he scrolled through one picture after another. Amber Mayberry. She certainly wasn’t shy about posting photos of herself on social media and for that, Cam was grateful. An otherwise tedious afternoon drive had now become a chance to reacquaint himself with the gorgeous blonde in the photos, as if he could forget. The shy 18 year old boy in the car, eyes fixed on his phone, felt almost nervous at the thought of seeing Amber again after so long. Cam’s older sister Chloe had been close friends with Amber for years, ever since the two girls had done gymnastics together in childhood. Cam felt he too could consider Amber a friend but only by proxy. There were times in his younger years when Amber had been a frequent visitor to their house but always to hang out with his sister. The time Cam had spent with her over the years was merely a result of his sister being friendly and trying to occasionally include her younger brother in their activities. Cam always jumped at the chance to spend time with them, even if he did feel like a third wheel. Like Cam’s sister, Amber was a full four years older than Cam. So when Chloe graduated high school and left for college a few years ago, so did Amber. Despite the fact that Cam had always had a crush on Amber, on some level, he knew that the age difference was just too insurmountable. As a high school senior, Cam got nervous enough talking to girls his own age. The idea of making any romantic progress with a college girl, even Amber, just seemed too outrageous. Sure, he was legally an adult but he doubted that Amber would see him as such. The last time he had been in the same room with her, Cam was certain that he’d looked even more childish than he did now. Cam had only recently hit his growth spurt and while he wasn’t exactly tall now, at least the kids at his high school no longer mistook him for a freshman! If nothing else, at least Amber wouldn’t be too much taller than him. Even mere photos of Amber seemed to contain a sort of raw sexual energy. He couldn’t help but bite his lip as he looked at a picture from last summer of Amber standing in the afternoon sun with her golden blonde hair tied into a cute ponytail. She donned a pair of cutoff, high waisted jean shorts that showed off her long legs. The top she was wearing showed off her midriff, her flat smooth abs on display. Her breasts looked even bigger than Cam remembered. Cam frowned as he felt his erection pressing up against the thick padding between his legs. Trying to adjust his seatbelt, there was an audible crinkling sound under his sweatpants as he squirmed in the backseat. “Are you doing okay back there, sweetie?” his mom asked. “Fine.” Cam said with a sigh. He knew exactly what his mom was asking and the concerned, condescending look that she gave him in the rearview mirror didn’t make him feel any better. “Do you need a bathroom, honey?” “No.” Cam said with a slight groan. With that, the patronizing questions from his mom ceased. Chloe, situated comfortably in the front seat next to their mother, began telling some story about how much she hated her current history professor. Cam was all too happy that the subject had changed and his mind began wandering again. Indeed, the infantile garment under his clothes was yet another reason Cam’s confidence in talking to girls was decidedly lower than other high school seniors his own age. His mortifying bedwetting habit had followed him for years after their family pediatrician predicted it would dissipate. Taking a special medication only seemed to reduce his nighttime accidents rather than eliminating them. So his mother’s insistence that he wear disposable adult diapers to bed was logical enough. As much as Cam hated the diapers, it was slightly less stressful than waking up in a wet bed. As a child, he’d worn pull-ups to bed and was always terrified that Amber might find out. He was embarrassed to his core by the mere thought of Amber noticing the extra padding under his pajama pants at a sleepover or her and Chloe stumbling on a spare package of pull-ups in the hall closet. Yet despite one or two close calls in past years, Cam’s worst fears never seemed to materialize. Both his mom and his sister were sympathetic to his plight and agreed to keep his nighttime problem under the strictest veil of secrecy. The years after Chloe went away to college were almost a relief. Even though his mom had begun purchasing thicker, less discreet adult diapers; it didn’t matter as much if they weren’t having many overnight visitors. There were no more late night sleepovers where Amber might somehow learn his deep, dark secret. Being under the same roof with Amber once again now would be just like old times, which would mean he would have to be even more careful about her finding out. Cam’s bedwetting made any overnight trip potentially cringe worthy and he had been dreading this particular trip ever since his mother had announced it. Unsurprisingly, Cam’s mother had grown pretty close to Amber’s mother over the years and the two women had plenty in common. Both were divorced, both were single parents, both worked in corporate America, and both had daughters in gymnastics for a time. So when Amber’s mother invited them all to their mountain house for Christmas, Cam’s mother eagerly accepted without so much as discussing it with him. Of course, if not for his nighttime problem, Cam probably would have been looking forward to the vacation just as much as his mom and sister were. By all accounts, it was a pretty lavish second home in the Rocky Mountains. Even at 18 years old, Cam could deal with needing to wear diapers to bed. What he couldn’t deal with was his mother’s strict, borderline tyrannical attitude about it. While she treated Chloe like an adult and practically an equal now, he knew that she still saw him as a helpless child. For instance, his mom required him to have a diaper on every night after 9:00. No exceptions. After Cam sprained his wrist during a P.E. basketball game two weeks ago, he began having trouble taping up his diaper before bed. After leaking two nights in a row, his mom insisted on diapering him like a toddler every night! Over the years, Cam’s mom would also often make him wear diapers during the day on occasions when bathrooms wouldn’t be readily available. This policy was mostly enforced on longer car trips but it had been over a year since she had made him wear diapers during the day and Cam had hoped that it had become a thing of the past. While Cam knew he had a small bladder, it had been quite some time since he’d had any accidents during the day. The fact that his disposable diaper was currently dry proved just how wrong his mom had been to make him wear one in the first place. For over three hours now, Cam had demonstrated that he was more than capable of controlling his bladder and holding on until their family reached a gas station or rest stop. In truth, Cam was currently fighting a very slight urge to pee but it certainly wasn’t urgent enough to say anything to his mom quite yet. Before they ever left, Cam had made a commitment to himself that not only would he be accident-free for the entire car ride but that he wouldn’t even ask to use the bathroom unless it was absolutely necessary. Instead, he would simply wait until his mom decided to stop for gas or until her or his sister requested to use the bathroom. Such a commitment on his part would help him to feel a little more in control and it would show his mom just how absurd it was to make him wear a diaper in the first place. With a little luck, this would be the last time she would make him wear diapers during the day. Maybe he could even convince her that he didn’t need to wear a diaper on the car trip home? Earlier in their trip, undoing the top two tapes of his diaper and sliding his penis out over the top to pee had proven tricky but it was far better than the alternative. At times like that, he couldn’t help but envy how effortless it was for everyone else around him to use the toilet. His diapers weren’t designed to make it easy for him to use the bathroom. Actually, they weren’t designed for him to use the bathroom at all! That was one thing Cam truly hated about wearing diapers during the day. It was as if his mom expected him to have an accident. If nothing else, at least she could have purchased a different brand for him to wear during the daytime. He could deal with wearing a thick, super-absorbent diaper at night in the privacy of his own bedroom but during the day was something else entirely. He felt as though everyone around him could see the bulge under his pants and hear the crinkle. And they probably could… at least if they were looking for it. Looking once more at Amber’s smiling face in the still photo, Cam had to remind himself that he’d be wearing normal underwear for at least some of the trip. Although Amber might have been older than him and extremely attractive, there was no reason Cam couldn’t at least pretend to be confident around her, at least while he was wearing underwear underneath his clothes. There were times when Cam felt like wearing a diaper in social situations impacted his very personality. For instance, looking his sister in the eye always felt impossible, at least when she knew that he was diapered. As the sun began to set, Cam’s urge to pee was now feeling more urgent. It had certainly been quite some time since their last pit stop. “So are we like… pretty close to the house?” Cam asked. “Yeah actually, it looks like we’re about 30 minutes away. Are you doing okay back there?” his mom asked. “Yeah, fine.” he mumbled, trying to sound confident. “Yeah? Do you need to use the bathroom?” she asked. Cam didn’t respond. “Mom, Amber just texted me. She said that her and her mom got there two hours ago.” Chloe said, sounding annoyed. “Chloe, if your brother needs us to stop so he can use the bathroom, then we’re going to stop. You know he has accidents sometimes.” their mother chided. “I’m fine, really. I don’t need to go.” Cam said. It was a lie but Cam would say anything to avoid this conversation. His control had been fine for the entire trip but still his mom was treating him like he was 4 years old. “Did you have an accident, sweetie?” she pressed. “What? No! Jeez, I’m fine, okay?” “Okay, okay. Calm down. I was just asking.” Annoyed and feeling a little more desperate, Cam tried to cross his legs but the thick padding of his diaper felt like it was forcing them apart. Not only did his diapers make it harder to use the bathroom when he needed it, they made it more difficult to find a comfortable position while he was holding it. Even so, half an hour wasn’t long to wait. Cam tried to remain calm, looking out the window at the dark silhouette of the mountains against the twilight of the pale blue sky. As they pulled off the main highway, he was confident they were now quite close to their destination. Passing by two cabins on the side of the road, Cam wondered what Amber’s family vacation home might look like. It clearly cost money to live in such a scenic neighborhood. Trying to loosen his seatbelt, Cam felt increasing pressure on his bladder as their car drove uphill on an increasingly winding road. It was as if their path traveled in a giant, never ending ‘S’ shape up the mountain. It was then that Cam felt the first spurt of warm pee escape into the crotch of his diaper. Cringing, Cam realized that all was not lost and he was still managing to hold most of his urine. The tiny amount of pee he’d released had been absorbed almost instantly. Though there was no denying that his situation had hit a critical point. Closing his eyes, he reminded himself that he was an adult in every sense of the word. He kept picturing Amber’s gorgeous face and bright blue eyes, imaging how confident he’d be when they finally saw her. That just made him even more nervous though. As their car hit a pothole, Cam instantly felt his body unleash a flood of urine. First, the warm stream cascaded over his balls, trickling between his legs as it was absorbed into the rapidly expanding padding of the diaper. For a moment, he made eye contact with his mom in the rearview mirror again. He hoped it was too dark in the car for her to read his expression. Trying not to squirm, Cam remained still and rigid as he continued peeing uncontrollably into his diaper, feeling the warm saturation flooding into the seat of his diaper as he finished. He couldn’t let his body language reveal how helpless he really was in that moment. Running his hand over the front of his sweatpants, they felt dry. He was lucky. If he hadn’t stopped peeing at that moment, his diaper surely would have flooded and leaked. But the garment had reached the edge of its saturation point. It would hold but it was no longer doing a good job of wicking moisture away from his skin. The result was a warm, damp, clammy feeling that he’d experienced on those mornings where he’d wet heavier than usual. It was the reason his mother insisted on buying the most absorbent disposable diapers on the market. Cam’s heart pounded as he sat quietly in the back seat, acutely aware of his wet diaper; he was in a state of total disbelief. It had been years since he’d had an accident while he was wide awake and at the outset of their trip; he was convinced it couldn’t happen. In the darkness of their moving car, no one could discern what he’d done but it would only be a matter of time. Cam knew from experience that a bulging wet diaper wouldn’t exactly be subtle and he’d certainly be walking funny. Still, with all the excitement of their arrival, not to mention all of the bags and suitcases they were carrying, it might be possible for it to go unnoticed. If nothing else, he was lucky that he hadn’t leaked. If he could just slip away to a bedroom or bathroom as soon as they got into the house, he might be able to hide the evidence. He was confident he could conceal his accident from the others but naturally his mom would be the most suspicious of him. Cam was so lost in thought; he hadn’t bothered to look up at his surroundings until that very moment when his mom pulled back the parking break confirming their arrival. In front of them, stood a massive two-story stone house surrounded by imposing pine trees, all of which had a light dusting of snow on them. “Okay, we’ll step inside and say hi to everyone and then we’ll find a bathroom for Cam real quick.” their mom announced. Stepping out of the car, Cam instantly felt his heavy diaper sagging underneath his sweatpants. With a grunt, he pulled his heavy suitcase out of the trunk, feeling a little light headed as he breathed in the cold, crisp mountain air. He couldn’t help but glare at a distinctive looking light blue bag as his mother slung it around her shoulder. It reminded him of the fight they’d had only a week ago when she purchased it. Even if no one else noticed it, Cam knew full well that it was a baby’s diaper bag. There was even a rectangular, zipper pouch on the outside for a package of baby wipes. His mom’s decision to buy the bag on the eve of a family trip had probably seemed logical enough in her own mind but why couldn’t she have just brought along a backpack or even another suitcase? Inside the infantile bag were all of Cam’s darkest secrets: all the things that undermined his adulthood. Even so, he knew that the chances were slim that Amber would be able to infer what the bag’s contents were. At least everything was contained in one place. Around the house, Cam’s paranoia always ran high when he saw a plastic container of baby wipes or a large bottle of baby powder… as if any random visitor would simply see those products and deduce that the 18 year old residing in that house still wore diapers. When they rang the doorbell, Amber’s mother answered the front door with a warm smile. Much like her daughter, the woman in her early 40s had blonde hair and a slim build. Amber must have had good genetics because Cam had always thought her mother was quite attractive also. “Come in, guys! Oh gosh Cam, you’ve gotten so big.” Amber’s mother smiled. “Thanks, Miss Mayberry.” Cam said as he awkwardly returned a hug from the middle aged woman before she moved to greet his mother and sister. A large fireplace could be seen glowing in the living room along with two large leather couches. Though upon closer examination, it seemed the fireplace was electric or gas rather than wood burning. It was then that he caught sight of Amber standing there in a pair of leather boots, black leggings, and a red sweater that just barely covered her round, toned butt. She was looking stylish as ever. Chloe darted towards her embracing her friend in a close hug. That suited Cam just fine. In this moment, he wanted to keep his distance from Amber in the hopes that she wouldn’t notice his awkward waddle or padded rear end. Still, he couldn’t help but stare at her from the other side of the room. He cringed as they made eye contact and her face lit up. Her long blonde hair was down around her shoulders. “Cam? Wow, you’ve grown since the last time I’ve seen you. You’re like a real adult now!” Amber said, sounding genuinely shocked. “Th-thanks.” Cam said, blushing. “Seriously, you’re like… my height!” To be fair to Amber, the last time they’d met, he must have been 14 years old. So he certainly had been much shorter before his recent growth spurt. Cam felt his body tense up as she went in for a hug, which he awkwardly tried to return, getting a whiff of her heavenly perfume in the process. “Cam, your room is at the top of the stairs on the left. Chloe, you said you would be okay with sharing a room with Amber, right?” Miss Mayberry said. “Cam needs to use the restroom.” his mom interjected. “Are there restrooms upstairs or maybe somewhere on this level?” his mom asked. Normally, such a question would have irritated Cam but in that moment, he had other concerns. If he could just get to his room and find a few moments of privacy, he might be able to hide all evidence of his accident or at least avoid his mom for a bit. His mother would never let him live this down if she found out that he wet his diaper! “Uh… I’m just going to go put down my suitcase.” Cam said, waddling past the group of women. “Cam sweetie, are you okay?” his mom asked as he started up the stairs. “Yeah, fine.” he muttered, practically jogging up the stairs. He knew exactly what his mom was asking and didn’t want to wait for her to ask another probing question. Closing the bedroom door behind him, Cam had found a temporary reprieve but as he pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles to reveal his soggy diaper, he realized the daunting task that lay in front of him. Where would he hide the diaper? Under the bed? In his suitcase? And for how long? There were ziplock bags inside his diaper bag that his mom had planned to use to discreetly dispose of his diapers but the diaper bag was still (presumably) slung around his mom’s shoulder. He flinched as he heard footsteps on the stairs, yanking his sweatpants back up to cover his diaper. A knock on his bedroom door followed a few seconds later. “Uh, y-y-yeah?” The door swung open and his mother stood there, diaper bag around her shoulder. Even with as old as Cam was, the dark haired 46 year old woman with the pixie cut standing in front of him could strike fear into his heart. It wasn’t that Cam thought he’d be in trouble for having an accident. It was that he worried she might know he was lying and that being caught in such a lie would only provide vindication to her. His mom’s decision to force him to wear diapers would be reinforced as the only prudent decision and Cam’s protests would be exposed as the moody complains of a petulant child. “Did you find the upstairs bathroom okay?” she asked. “Yeah, fine.” There was a small twinge of skepticism in her face as she furrowed her brow but she said nothing. Cam’s hair stood on end as he waited for her to ask him an outright question. “Karen! Come back down here. I want to show you how the remodel of the kitchen turned out!” Amber’s mom shouted. Cam always found it strange to hear anyone call his mother by her first name. With that, Cam’s mom disappeared and Cam breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Hey, Cam!” a familiar voice shouted. He flinched again, practically jumping as he realized Amber was standing in the doorway. “Whoa. You okay, champ?” Amber said, raising her eyebrows. “Yeah, sorry just… long car ride.” Cam said, trying to sound more nonchalant. “What happened?” she asked. For a brief moment, he was convinced that Amber knew he’d had an accident or perhaps even that he was wearing a diaper. He averted his eyes from her gaze, looking down at the hardwood floor. “What do you mean?” he asked. “Your wrist.” Cam chuckled to himself, looking down at the black wrist brace, Velcro strapped tightly around his arm, partially covered by the sleeve of his baggy sweatshirt. “I just fell while I was playing basketball. Its nothing.” In truth, a larger boy had tripped Cam while they were playing basketball but he was content to leave out that minor detail. “Well, come on. I want to give you and Chloe a tour of the house.” Cam just hesitated, still preoccupied with finding a solution to the current problem under his sweatpants. “I mean… if you want?” Amber said. “Oh um, yeah sure.” Cam said, making eye contact again just long enough to accept her offer. There was no way out as Cam awkwardly shuffled into the upstairs hallway. How could he even talk to this beautiful woman while he was wearing a wet diaper under his clothes? She was a semester away from graduating college and he couldn’t even keep his diaper dry for a few hours in the car! “This place is amazing, Amber.” Chloe smiled, stepping out of the adjacent bedroom and giving Amber a friendly hug. Cam followed behind them but not too closely. With a little luck, Amber’s attention would be focused mostly on Chloe and his awkward gate wouldn’t be obvious to either girl. He could deal with the temporary discomfort of his soaked diaper for now… though the thought of getting out of it was becoming more appealing with each passing moment. Cam frowned, wondering if perhaps the fact that toddlers and infants cried so much due to the discomfort of wet diapers. It certainly wasn’t putting him in a good mood. The baggy sweatpants and casual grey sweatshirt Cam was wearing covered any unsightly bulges under his clothes. Shuffling his feet and walking slowly also proved to work rather well in concealing any crinkling sounds. There was also the fact that whenever Chloe got excited about something, her voice seemed to get twice as loud, echoing through the high ceilings. Amber’s vacation home was certainly something to be excited about though! The upstairs bathroom had a steam room and the floors and countertops were made of marble. Walking down the stairs, Cam followed a few feet behind the two girls as they found themselves in the kitchen. Cam flinched again as Amber accidentally dropped her phone on the hardwood floor. As she bent down to pick it up, he couldn’t help but stare at her butt as it peaked out from beneath her long sweater. He certainly approved of the form fitting black leggings she was wearing. In the florescent lighting of the kitchen, for a fleeting moment, Cam discerned the distinct outline of skimpy thong underneath. A second later, she stood up and her butt disappeared beneath her sweater again. Cam was convinced that, deep down, Amber would never see him as anything more than Chloe’s dorky younger brother… and that made her raw sexual magnetism all the more intolerable. He wasn’t sure how he could survive the holidays under the same roof as the gorgeous 22 year old blonde in front of him. His erection pressing up against his uncomfortable wet diaper reminded him of more important matters though. The urine soaked garment felt far less warm now than it had in the car. “This is the back porch.” Amber said matter of factly, opening the doors to the patio. There was a meadow filled with snow that seemed to glow in the moonlight and beyond it was a dark silhouette of mountains. It was plain to see that the view during the daytime would be even more spectacular. The covered porch was adorned with several chase lounges and in the corner, there was a large hot tub. “Can we hot tub later?” Chloe asked excitedly. “Sure.” Amber said with a giggle. When the tour of their house was completed, Cam mumbled some excuse about having forgotten his phone upstairs before retreating back towards his room. “Hey Cam?” his mother called to him. “Just a sec.” he said as he awkwardly waddled up the stairs. One way or another, Cam was determined to get out of his wet diaper now. But before he could close the door of his room, his mother appeared in the doorway. “Hey mom, uh, just one second.” Cam said, his hand on the door. “Wait. It’s almost 9:00 so I think we should make sure you’re all set for bed.” she said, hands poised on her hips. “Okay but I’m already wearing a… um, I mean I’m ready for bed.” After all these years, Cam still hated saying the ‘D’ word aloud. “I know that, sweetie. I just want to make sure that the tapes are secure. You were walking a little funny earlier and you’ve been wearing that same diaper practically all day.” Cam winced at her brazen use of the ‘D’ word, glancing out into the hallway to see if anyone was in earshot. Seeing his sensitivity, his mother rolled her eyes, closing his bedroom door as if to offer some privacy. Now he just felt cornered like a wild animal. “The tapes? The tapes are f-f-fine. Everything uh, still fits. Its okay, really.” “Are you sure? You’ve looked uncomfortable ever since we got here. Its okay if you need a little help adjusting them.” Cam’s mother said. “Really. I’m fine.” “Cameron, did you have a little accident?” “N-n-no.” Seconds later, he realized he was blushing profusely as tears began to form in his eyes. “Can I see?” she asked, taking a step towards him and putting her hand on his shoulder. “No.” Cam sniffled. “Okay, just wait here. I’ll get your diaper bag.” The fact that she had left to retrieve his diaper bag told Cam that she must have known. Was there any point in trying to hide it? He felt like he was at his breaking point after several hours in the car, waddling around in a wet diaper, and dealing with being in the same room as Amber. As much as he hated to admit it, his mom would have probably found out sooner or later. She quickly returned with that same detestable bag slung around her shoulder. “Can you take your pants off for me?” she asked, placing the light blue bag on the bed and unzipping it. Cam’s bottom lip quivered a little but he did his best to keep a brave face. “Can I just… try and do this myself?” “Cameron, we’ve been over this. You can get the fit right with that brace around your wrist. Just let me help you.” With a frown and a whimper, Cam lowered his pants. Just looking at his swollen, saggy diaper; it must have been obvious. No further confirmation was needed. His inability to control his bladder was no on full display. “Oh boy, it looks like you really did have an accident. See? It’s a good thing I made you wear a diaper today, huh?” Cam offered no response. Although he couldn’t bear to admit it, his mom was right. “We better lay a towel down. You look pretty soaked.” she said. Cam sat down with a quiet ‘squish’ before folding his sweatshirt back and out of the way of his diaper as his mom unloaded his supplies placing a package of baby wipes, some powder, and a folded disposable diaper beside him on the bed. Her pleasant attitude only seemed to make him feel worse. Part of him almost wished she would chide him for his accident or express some discontent. After all, it wasn’t exactly normal for an 18 year old to wet himself, let alone require diapers just to get through a single road trip. His mother’s open, routine acceptance of his accidents made him feel like a helpless child who really did need to wear diapers. They weren’t a precaution in her eyes so much as a necessity. His mom wasted no time ripping the tapes back and Cam lifted his rear end so she could slide out the heavy wet diaper. Covering himself with his sweatshirt, Cam awkwardly pulled a few wipes from their package and cleaned himself frantically. Sure, he would have preferred to take a nice long shower but he didn’t dare wander out into the hallway. Even at that very moment, he wondered if his mom had bothered to lock the door. He winced as he watched her drop the heavy wet diaper into the plastic bag, zipping it tightly. “Make sure no one sees the-” “Don’t worry, honey. This is going in the outside garbage can. No one will see it.” He reached for the clean diaper beside him on the bed but his mom was too quick. Snatching it up in her hands, she expertly unfolded the crinkling garment “Come on, lay back for me.” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder. With a sigh, Cam did as he was told and a second later he grabbed his knees, pulling them to his chest. After his mom dusted his rear end with baby powder, he brought his butt to rest on a clean diaper as his she pulled up the front panel and taped him tightly in place. Sitting up with a crinkle, he could only watch as his mom placed the wipes and powder back into his diaper bag, zipping it closed. If nothing else, at least he could take comfort in knowing that his diapering supplies wouldn’t be kept in his room. That was a nice change of pace. Cam made no move to put his pants back on though. What was the point? His mom had already seen him naked so he couldn’t be humiliated any further. Sitting on the edge of the bed in a disposable diaper his sweatshirt, pouting and feeling sorry for himself, seemed like his best option at the moment. “You okay, honey?” his mom asked. “I just want to be alone.” Cam said. “Okay well… I’ll leave a bag here on the table for you. Can you handle throwing away your night diaper tomorrow morning?”“Yeah.” he mumbled. “I know you’re embarrassed Cameron but… it was just one accident. Try not to let this ruin your trip. One wet diaper isn’t the end of the world, right?” Cam didn’t respond. As soon as his mother left the room, he plopped down on the bed. A modestly sized plasma screen TV on the dresser caught his eye and he quickly grabbed a remote off the nightstand. With a crinkle, he crawled towards the front of the bed. He had to admit, being back in a dry diaper was infinitely better and it certainly improved his mood. If Cam was honest with himself, there were times at home in the privacy of his bedroom where a dry diaper was pretty comfortable after a long day at school. As a kid, his pull-ups leaked several times. His more absorbent disposable diapers were a far superior product. Knowing that he could at least wake up in a dry bed made him feel… safe. The excess padding was just as much an asset as it was a liability. Hearing Chloe and Amber giggling downstairs, it was only a matter of time before his thoughts drifted back to Amber. Pulling out his phone, he returned to the photo of Amber from last summer, jean shorts and all. It felt pathetic to stare at her picture when she was only one floor down from him. Staring at his phone felt safe… whereas standing in the same room as her terrified him. Cam reasoned that he could be far more confident tomorrow when he got out of diapers for the day. Not necessarily confident around her but certainly more confident than he was tonight. Running his hand over the opaque, white, shiny padding between his legs; Cam tried to grab himself. Looking at Amber’s photo had made him hard in his diaper yet again as he rubbed the crinkling padding. It was rare that Cam attempted masturbating in his diapers. Usually, he would make a point to do it during the day or at night while he showered. He knew full well that his mom’s 9:00 p.m. deadline each night would mean he was confined to diapers until the following morning and the excess padding would make masturbation quite a chore. It was one of the many things Cam hated about being trapped in diapers. Thrusting his hips ever so slightly while rubbing and kneading the crinkling padding, Cam grew paranoid that someone might be able to hear him. He could shuffle around in a pair of sweatpants and the sound of his diaper was barely audible. But while rubbing and thrusting, it sounded like the loud rustling of a giant plastic grocery bag. Pulling the covers over himself would not only conceal the noise, it would keep him much warmer too. After all, he wasn’t wearing any pants to bed. Closing his eyes and trying to recall the sight of Amber’s ass in those leggings along with the outline of her thong, he thrust into the thick padding of his diaper. Rubbing and thrusting, his heart raced as he imagined touching her… kissing her. Dare he think it? Fucking her. Then for a moment, he frowned to himself as he heard Amber giggling again downstairs. If she could see him in that moment for what he truly was, he would have looked pathetic. She would laugh at him the way she was laughing now. The sexy, mature, well dressed blonde in the living room had no idea what was going on upstairs. Her friend’s awkward, skinny younger brother, whose mom had just changed him out of his wet diaper, lay there rubbing his crotch and desperately imagining fantasies of her that would never come to pass. Yet Cam’s arousal outweighed his embarrassment. Even imagining Amber laughing at him while he masturbated in front of her seemed strangely arousing somehow. Cam didn’t like wearing diapers by any means. But they were comfortable, familiar, and safe. He wasn’t going to let his embarrassment deter him from finding a little relief. As he continued his vigorous rubbing and thrusting, he was more determined than ever to give himself an orgasm. His hand cramping up and his diaper crinkling, Cam whimpered in desperation. Finally, he shot his load into his diaper. Laying still in bed under the covers, he panted as he caught his breath. Returning to a more sober mindset, he again felt pathetic. He just masturbated in a diaper and now had to sleep in his own mess. Then again, how many times had he slept soundly in a urine soaked diaper? Was this really all that different? If nothing else, he was still felt more comfortable now than he’d felt in his wet diaper earlier. It wasn’t really that being in his own mess was upsetting to him. The feelings of inadequacy weren’t the result of physical discomfort. It was psychological. While he was technically an adult, he was functionally a child. He wore diapers like an overgrown toddler. He could never know the pleasure of having sex with Amber. Instead, his only solace came from rubbing himself through his diaper. Despite all these unpleasant feelings, Cam was certainly exhausted after they day that he’d had and fell asleep mere minutes later. Follow the link below to read more of "WINTER BREAK": https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077W8YR2M
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