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  1. Here's another series I've been working on. I hope you enjoy it as much as I like writing it! -<3 Champ Room for Rent Chapter 1: What’s the Catch? Looking to Share a House With Another Chill Professional Dude ‘If anyone is interested in sharing a nice house close to the beaches for around $500 a month, hit me up... I'm looking for a roomie ASAP. Let me know what you do for work and hours, and maybe send a selfie or InstaPic link... I'm a clean professional guy with a house full of nice furniture and basically everything else anyone needs including a home gym + backyard. I don't smoke so you too and stay healthy + exercise. Not going out due to Covid, but party at home with your new roomie. I'm responsible and considerate of others, so you too... thanks!' "$500 a month? Seriously, what's the catch?" Rob looked at the Gregslist ad over and over but could find no red flags. Just that the wording sounded a little more casual than other ads. But that could be a good thing. He decided to send a little message, taking a quick selfie in the process. Okay, maybe one more. Didn't want to try too hard. Just a casual selfie. Thirty minutes later he finally got one he could use, and he sent it off with a message. 'Hey, my name's Rob. I'm a stocker at the beachside SuperDuperMarket. My roomies both moved back in with family on short notice so I need to find a new place ASAP. I'm super chill and easy to live with, and I can give references on request. Here's my pic. Hit me up if you want to meet up and talk about it.' Rob kept his fingers crossed. He had nearly given up on finding an affordable place in any inhabited region of California. Lucky enough, he wouldn’t have to wait long. Colt received a notification on his phone. It was probably the thirtieth one that day for his recent ad. The first 29 were total duds, and like Rob, he had all but given up hope. "Oh great. Who am I gonna get this time? …Hmm! This is interesting…" The message immediately got his attention. The guy was pretty cute. Young guy, but not too young, with a shy smile in just a casual shirt and jeans. Didn't look like a stoner, or a frat boy. He looked at the background of the photo - clean place from what he could see. Nothing looked out of place - he had to have taken time to get the shot just right. He liked that. Yeah, this guy could be good. Then he spotted something in the background that made him smile. A little well-loved teddy bear was lying on the couch where someone would sit. It wasn't organized like the rest of the house. It looked like it had been just dropped there. Didn't he say he lived alone? Colt's grin grew wider. This was the one. He sent off his message and waited. Then he closed the ad. 'Hey, got your message. The name's Colt. My phone's been blowing up since I put out this ad, but I still haven't filled the spot. I'm free for the next hour or two but then I'm slammed. Can you swing through? Here's the address.' Rob got the notification only minutes after he sent it off. It sounded like that place wouldn't be available for long. He quickly sent off a message in the affirmative and grabbed his keys. He took another look at his half-packed apartment as he reached for the front door. He hoped by this time tomorrow he would have a new place to call home. Rob whistled as he pulled up to the house. It was a fairly large two story not far from the beach, and the Greg's list pictures didn't do it justice. "I wonder what this guy does for a living?" he said to himself. Well, he'd find out soon enough. He didn't really know if he was dressed appropriately. The language of the ad seemed casual, but the mention of the word professional seemed important. He needed to make a good impression. He checked his hair in the mirror, trying his best to smooth down a cowlick. "There we go." he said, before stepping out of the car. Of course it popped right back up making him look like a young kid more than a young professional, but he was none the wiser. A guy about his age answered the door in jeans and a backward cap, and Rob breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wouldn't be underdressed for this. Colt invited him inside and they sat down on a leather wraparound couch in the living room. "So, a stocker huh? Not exactly professional work, but it's cool, bro. You want something to drink?" "Oh, uh. Yeah, I guess it's not a career job, but I'm very professional in my attitude!" Rob said, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Hey, don't sweat it man. You like apple juice? Let me get you an apple juice, bro." "T-thanks," called Rob, trying to keep his hands on his lap where they wouldn't fidget. He looked around while Rob disappeared around the corner. This was a really nice place. It was clean, the furniture was comfortable but very tasteful. Despite his casual dress and speech, everything about the place said Colt was anything but a young slacker. There wasn't even a TV in the room - just a large picture frame on the wall across from the couch. He felt like the place was almost too good for him, but he shook that thought out of his head as soon as he got it. "Don't think that way Rob. You're good enough. You can do this." He wished he had his bear with him right about then, and it was all he could do to keep from sucking his thumb to comfort himself. That always calmed him down when he got nervous, even if it was super embarrassing in front of strangers. "Hey, buddy, who you talkin' to?" "Wha?" said Rob, nearly jumping out of his skin. He blushed furiously. "Oh, no nothing. I was just... thinkin out loud. Sorry." "Hey, no need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. Here, man. Enjoy." Colt set a juice box of apple juice in front of Rob. He had a bottle of beer for himself. Rob looked at the apple juice and then the beer. He knew which one he wanted more, but he accepted the juice out of politeness. They chatted a bit and Colt seemed like someone he could get along with. He was just like most of his straight guy friends. Laid back, liked to joke around, and darn handsome. He was involved with law, though what kind he didn't say. He said he worked from home and seemed a little put off that Rob didn't work from home as well. "Well, we might be able to work around that. How are you at keeping up with your share of things around the house - laundry, dishes, that kind of thing?" "Oh, I'm a neat freak. Your house will look like this all the time if you live with me. It's one thing my roommates really liked about me." "Sorry to hear they bailed on you like that." "Yeah, me too. But hey, more for you, right? Uh. I m-mean..." Rob stammered. "Sorry, that didn't come out right." Colt had to suppress a grin. What a cutie this boy was. "Hey man, no need to apologize. It was cute. Let's just finish up these questions and I can show you around?" Rob just nodded, blushing harder. He should have been used to being called things like 'cute' and 'sweetie' by now, but it still made him feel about two feet tall. He didn’t have much time to dwell on that, though, as Colt continued with a barrage of questions. "You don't smoke? Good. And you look like you keep pretty fit. I could really use a workout buddy if you're down. You'd try it out? Hey, that's all I ask. And last but not least, how often do you have people over, or go visit other people? Never? Really? So you just hang out with your roommates, you don't go to any parties or anything? Just when your roommates brought you along, huh? That's fine by me. It's safer that way anyway, and I always bring the party. We can just party at home, if you end up living here, that is." "Gosh, I hope so," said Rob. "I could really use a stable living situation with someone I can depend on to have the rent every month. Uh, speaking of which. Is there a reason the rent is so low? You must own the place or something, huh?" "Yeah, that's right," Colt replied. "Got pretty lucky with my career early on and was able to get this house cheap when the housing market tanked. I put a lot of work into it. It'd just help me out to rent a room. Plus it'd be nice to have someone to hang with again. Sucks being cooped up by yourself. Well, I'm sure you know what I mean." Rob knew exactly what Colt meant. He’d been going stir crazy with only some online friends and his teddy bear to keep him company. They toured the house, and it was even better than he expected. The gym was well stocked - really more equipment than one person should ever need, but it was Colt's house, he supposed. All the rooms looked nice - even the bathrooms looked like they had been plucked out of a high-end catalog. By the time they got to what would be Rob's room, everything seemed covered except one door that was closed. When Rob asked about it, Colt said not to worry about that room, that was just for his personal projects. The guest room that Rob would rent looked like it was plucked out of the kids section of the catalog - or perhaps young teens, which surprised him. "Oh, this was my geek-out room,” said Rob. “I have my comics, cartoon nostalgia stuff, that kind of thing in here. The bed set is just a bit of fun to make it all match, but you can totally change it however you like if I end up picking you as my roommate. Rob nodded. It made sense. Although he had to admit it looked pretty darn cool as it was. There was kind of a mashup of dino, space, and BattleMon themes going on. "Oh my gosh, is that a Meow Meow plush? Dude!" "Hehe, yeah. I've got a Mousechu hiding around here somewhere too. I could geek-out on BattleMon all day but I gotta cut this short, bud. The next person will show up pretty soon to look at the house. That's pretty much everything, so I guess I'll let you go and I'll let you know what I decide?" "Oh man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get carried away! Thanks for the tour man, you seem like a chill dude that would be fun to hang out with. I'd sure like to be the one you pick, but even if not, we should keep in touch." Colt smiled and chuckled lightly. Could Rob be any more adorable? "Hey man, thanks. I'm not gonna lie, you're definitely in the top five! I'd hand you the paperwork now, but we don't really have time to go over it together." Rob’s heart skipped a beat and he stepped forward, his face dead serious. "Dude, give me the paperwork. I'll sign right now." "Haha,” Rob laughed and shook his head. “I'm flattered that you trust me but I'm sure you want to read it, and..." "For $500 a month, and living with a super chill roommate like you? I don’t care what I have to agree to." Colt stopped and appeared to consider the offer. After a moment’s hesitation, he spoke. "Alright man, if you’re sure. The other people are gonna be really disappointed but oh well. Let's get it taken care of." Colt put in a fake call to the people who were supposedly scheduled to come later that day, and then presented Rob with several papers for him to sign and initial. Rob filled out the lease agreement as quickly as possible, as if they would disappear if he didn’t sign fast enough. "Oh, one last thing," said Colt, as he looked over the completed documentation. "About that teddy bear in the picture. What's his name?" "Oh dude, no, no.” Rob said, his eyes wide with fear. “Totally not mine. It's just an old bear one of my roommates left. I'll get rid of him before I move in." "Don't. I think it's cute you still carry your bear around the house,” said Colt with a sly grin. "Aw geez," said Rob, pulling up his shirt to hide his face. "Was it that obvious?" "I'm gonna tell you this once and only once, kiddo. If we're going to be roommates, I don't want us to have any secrets, okay? Just be yourself. And if you try to hide your teddy in your room, you're gonna be in big trouble!" The way Colt said this with just a hint of authority in his voice made Rob chub up a little in his pants. If only Colt knew what that did to him! Mercifully, he was seen off before his chubby could go full mast and embarrass them both. He drove home, practically glowing. He had done it. He had gotten the place. Colt was also over the moon as he looked over the contract that Rob had signed. His instincts were spot on and he had snared the cutie hook line and sinker. He adjusted himself in his pants. Gosh he loved it when Rob got all blushy and squirmy. If only he knew what that did to him. He went up to check that everything was ready in Rob's real bedroom. Rob would be moving in there when the time was right. Colt was practically glowing. He had done it. He had gotten his boy. ***** When Rob got home, he jumped for joy. He couldn't believe he'd gotten the place. Cheap rent, right by the beach, and a cute roomie too? What more could he ask for?" He began to pack right away. It wouldn't take too long - most of what was left would have to go in the trash or to the junkyard since Colt's house had everything he needed – even a bed. "Goodbye cheap IKEA bed!" he said to himself. He quickly disassembled what he could and moved everything into the empty living room. The Junk Prince junk haulers would be by soon to pick it up and take it to a donation center. With that out of the way, all he needed to do was pack his car. He was proud of the fact that it would only take one trip. He didn't believe in clutter and holding on to stuff you didn't need. During this time he kept Colt updated on his ETA and Colt asked about his progress. "You sure you don't want any help, bud?" "Oh, no. I can handle this." "Okay, be careful. If you need to move something heavy, I can come and help." His roommate was really nice to offer, and he got a warm and fuzzy feeling in his gut from that. But after all, he didn't want his roommate to think he couldn't do anything for himself, so he declined. It was getting late in the day when he finally finished. The shadows had grown long, crossing the streets of the city. After he paid the Junk movers to take away the last of his stuff, he sent a text out to Colt and left, dropping his keys in the mailbox for his landlord. "Hasta la vista, baby!" he said, quoting one of his favorite action movies of all time, and he drove off to his new place. Of course as soon as his roommate answered the door, he insisted on helping. "I won't take no for an answer," said Colt, as Rob insisted he didn't have to go through the trouble. When he got to the car, Colt looked through the window and was surprised at how little Rob had brought with him. "That's all you brought? Are you sure that's everything?" "Yeah, I mean you said it yourself - your place has everything. And really, I don't need much - just my toiletries, important paperwork, and a few personal items." "Yeah of course, no sense in having two sets of everything, right?" Then Colt stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of something in the passenger's seat. "Is… is that your Bear?" "Oh, huh, yeah..." said Rob, blushing slightly. He was hoping his new roommate wouldn't see that. "Did... did you buckle him in? Like a person?" asked Colt, trying not to giggle at how cute that was. He didn't want to make his new roomie feel bad, but the boy was so stinkin’ cute! "He doesn't like being packed away in boxes," said Rob blushing harder now and staring at his shoes. "I mean... I guess that sounds pretty dumb, huh? I'm sorry. I'm such a-" "Stop it right now,” said Colt, looking Rob dead in the eyes. “That's not dumb at all, kiddo. You're being a good friend, and I totally get it - I wouldn't want to be packed away in a box either. Now no more sorry for the rest of the day, or else." Rob nodded and gulped, feeling his pants get tighter as he chubbed up once again. Even though it was in a playful tone, the authority in Colt's voice was unmistakable. He had no doubt that Colt would follow through on whatever it was he meant by 'or else'. "Sorry, no more sorry." "That's one," said Colt, smirking. He saw his roommate's eyebrows go up and put his hand on Rob's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll keep reminding you." He then quickly brought his hand down to give his new roomie a swat on the butt for his transgression. Rob jumped in surprise more than anything and looked abashed. "There’s plenty more where that came from, so don’t test me,” said Colt, crossing his arms. “And if I ever hear you finish that sentence 'I'm such a' with anything but the words great guy, sweetheart, or cutie pie, you'll be sore for a week." Now Rob's face was the color of a lobster with a sunburn, and he buried his face in his hands. "Okay, okay, enough teasing. Let's get your stuff inside, huh?" Rob just nodded, took a couple breaths, and brought his hands back down. He clicked the remote to unlock the doors and Colt opened up the back door to grab the first box. “Hey wait,” Rob started, when he saw Colt grab the box that held his nighttime wear. He didn’t want Colt to get a peek inside and see what he had in there. “Don’t worry, bud,” said Colt, mistaking the source of Rob’s concern. “I’m plenty strong. Besides, aren't you forgetting something?”. "What's that?" "You're not going to leave your bear in the front seat, are you? Go get him, he should go in first.” “Yeah but-“ “No buts. Go get your bear, buddy.” Although he didn’t like seeing Colt holding his most intimate items, Rob thought better of saying anything more. It would only lead to more questions. “By the way I still haven't heard his name.” said Colt, interrupting Rob’s protest. "Oh, uh, he's Cuddle E. Bear, Mr. Cuddles for short. And I guess he wouldn't like being left for last," said Rob, giving his roomie a look like he was asking for permission as he went and grabbed the bear. He instantly felt better holding his teddy, even though it was a bit sooner than normal for a new living situation. They walked together to Rob's new room, and Colt flipped on the light to once again reveal a room decked out with anything a young boy could want. Shelves filled with geeky superhero memorabilia, toys, you name it. Everything stuck to the theme of space, dinos, or BattleMon, right down to the rocket ship lamp and Buzz Lightspeed bedding on the rail bed by the wall. "If there's anything you want to change..." started Colt, but Rob interrupted. "It's perfect!" he exclaimed. Then he stopped himself, blushing a bit at his own enthusiasm. "Sorry... I… I like it. I think it's a cool room." "Ah, thanks, little dude," said Rob, patting his new roomie on the shoulder. "That makes me feel better. It is pretty cool, isn't it?" In two trips they managed to get everything and Colt left Rob to unpack. "Dinner's in an hour buddy. You like burgers?" "Sure! Where from?" "From here! Your new roomie is a good cook, believe it or not. But I'll let you see for yourself. All I ask is that you clean when I cook, okay?" "My specialty," said Rob, who had already outed himself as a neat freak. "How did you know?" "Dork," said Colt, laughing a bit as he left. "I resemble that!" called Rob as his roommate walked away. Rob checked to see that the coast was clear and then quickly opened the box Colt had been carrying. He took out a pack of DryNites and slipped them into the top dresser. This was a new place and he sometimes wet the bed for a few days when he was somewhere new, so he'd taken the precaution of getting some pull-ups just in case. It was just his luck that they made these ones in XL now - they were much cooler with his favorite superheroes on the front, though he'd never tell a soul he liked that. With that bit of business out of the way, he was able to finish packing in ease, his teddy watching propped up on the bed. "Pretty good place we got here, eh cuddles? Colt is nice too. I don't know what I did but I must've done something right because this is the perfect place for us. You won't tell him about the DryNites will you? Good, I won't either. Thanks, buddy." Colt smiled as he listened in on his roommate's exchange. "This is going to be easier than I thought.” He looked once more into the mystery room and slipped in, locking the door behind him. He went over to the special table, fingering something crinkly and plastic lying on a shelf below. "I can't wait to show him how much better these are than DryNites." He picked it up and smelled it. Nothing like the smell of a diaper. But it would smell much better after a night on Rob. He rubbed the bulge in the front of his jeans. "All in good time," he said to himself. "All in good time." As far as Colt was concerned, that time couldn’t come soon enough. However, with much effort, he managed to put the diaper back down and leave the room to go make dinner. ***** Colt set the plate down on the kitchen counter in front of Rob. "One fresh grilled burger, and one box of apple juice! Here ya go!" "Thank you, it looks delicious!" said Rob, blushing slightly as Colt once again took the liberty of putting the straw in his juice box for him. "I can do that myself ya know." Colt smiled. "Just showing a little hospitality. And thanks for complimenting my cooking. Just wait til’ you try it! By the way, have you washed your hands?" Rob's eyes went wide and he shook his head, the color on his cheeks rising. "Go wash 'em!" said Colt, pointing to the sink. He looked on in approval as Rob jumped up and did as he was told. "Good boy. Don't forget to sing happy birthday twice," he said, as Rob washed his hands. "I can't hear you! How do I know you did it long enough if you don't sing it out loud?" "Come on, really?" asked Rob, feeling childish enough as it was. Colt did not look like he was going to give in, so Rob sighed and began to sing out loud. Colt's smile grew. He liked how obedient Rob was. He was a good boy - he just had a few bad habits, like trying to act grown up because of what other people might think. Colt loved to put cute guys into diapers, sure, but this one actually might get more than just a little fun out of it. It might actually be just what he needed. the idea was exciting to Colt. As Rob finished washing up, Colt's attention turned to the Teddy that had been dropped beside him on the table. "That doesn't look very comfortable for Mr. Cuddles. Don't you think he might want to eat too?" "Oh gosh," said Rob, grabbing the teddy and kissing him on the nose. "I didn't even think about that.... Well... Hm..." Rob sat the teddy in the tall kitchen chair beside his own, but the teddy's head barely cleared the counter. "I think we need a book or something for him." "Well, I guess you could grab the coffee table book or some of the magazines in the living room. But hurry up or your burger will get cold. Does teddy like anything in particular or should I just give him some teddy food?" Rob smiled big at this idea, "Teddy food! Okay, I'll be right back." "Hey! No running." called Colt as the excited boy hurried to get a booster seat for the Teddy. Rob immediately stopped and slowed his pace at his roomie’s behest, earning another smile from Colt. When he got into the living room, he had a look at his options. There was a cool looking BattleMon encyclopedia which looked too nice to use, and a bunch of magazines on various topics. One caught his eye, as it had been folded open. It was an article titled Littles: Embracing their inner child. He managed to catch a few words like comfort, diaper, safe, relax, before the featured picture grabbed all his attention. In the featured photo, a chubby middle-aged man sat on a changing table smiling around a bright red pacifier while his shortalls were being unsnapped at the crotch. In the next picture, he was hugging his teddy while a caretaker began to untape his obviously wet diaper. “What the…” He didn't even have time to come up with an emotion to respond with before Colt called him back. "Rob! Are you lost? Get over here, our food's getting cold!" Rob set the magazine down on the table and grabbed the BattleMon encyclopedia. It was better than setting Mr. Cuddles on a bunch of slippery magazines. He returned with the encyclopedia in hand. "Here we are! I have it. It really looks too nice to be a booster seat, though. Teddy's a messy eater so can we put a towel down over it?" Colt smiled. "Yes, that would be good, besides, Teddy's not wearing any protection, so he could have an accident. We'll have to find a more permanent solution for him soon." "Hehe, yeah…" Rob gave a nervous laugh, thinking about his own night-time accidents. He quickly changed the subject. "Oh, is that milk for him?" He saw a tall glass of milk on the counter next to his box of apple juice. "It sure is. I know that teddies love their milk, so I put it right there. And I expect it to be empty by the end of lunch, because good teddies drink their milk!" Rob nodded. This made sense to him. He would have to drink the milk and pretend it was the Teddy doing this. This game was fun. Colt and Rob chatted more throughout the meal, getting to know each other a bit better. Rob was the youngest child in his family, and only now getting to be on his own. He was always treated as the baby of the family and he enjoyed his new independence but had a hard time with the trade-offs, like not being able to take his teddy when he went to work. He also drank the milk and made comments to his bear, which made colt chuckle to himself every time. Colt was an entrepreneur and made a good amount of money off of something he came up with when he was in high school. He was the oldest child, and so naturally had to help raise his younger siblings. He missed it sometimes, being the big brother, and he told Rob he can carry his Teddy as much as he wanted, because it reminded him of his younger brothers growing up. "For that matter," Colt added, "If there's anything else you wear, do, or say that you think grown-ups aren't supposed to, you just go right ahead and do it. I'll even help, if I can. I want you to be completely comfortable here, because it's your home now. Is there anything else you wanted to tell me that you think I should know about that?" The word diapers immediately sprang to Rob's mind before he replaced it with pull-ups. No, nighttime protection. Why did he think diapers? Must have been that article he saw... He couldn’t get those words and images out of his head. He put his hands in his lap and immediately felt something hard poking up against them. "Hello? Earth to Rob? Looks like you were thinking pretty hard there. Is there something you want to tell me? Anything I can help with? Now is the time to speak up." "N-no, it's nothing," said Rob, blushing for the hundredth time that day. He wasn't ready for Rob to know about his nighttime protection yet. Besides, he would probably only need it for a few days until he was adjusted, or so he hoped. Colt shrugged, knowing full well what Rob was hiding. "Okay. If you say so. Uh oh, better finish your burger fast! Looks like Mr. Cuddles is beating you!" “Oh no! Not so fast, Mr. Cuddles!” Rob quickly finished his burger and drained both the glass and the juice box. “I win!” “You sure did, buddy. All gone!” said Colt, enthusiastically. Rob nodded and patted his full belly with satisfaction, then he yawned and rubbed his eyes. "You're looking a little sleepy there, buddy. Do you need a nap?" "Oh, I always get tired after lunch. I'm fine." "Hey, if you're tired just rest. You haven't even tried your bed out yet, have you? The mattress is so soft you'll sink right into it. "Really? Wow that sounds nice. My last mattress was just a cheap one that came with the bed I had. Maybe I will try it out." "Yeah go for it, just don't forget to brush your teeth before you nap." "Oh... uh... right." Rob didn’t brush after every meal but he knew he should. After washing the dishes, he headed upstairs to do just that. ***** “What the fuck is happening?” muttered Rob to himself. He was used to being treated a bit like a kid by his friends and even strangers who might call him ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey’ in everyday interactions, but he was getting some very strong vibes from his new roommate that made him feel quite literally like he was small again. Or maybe it was just him. As he brushed his teeth in the mirror, he imagined being tucked into bed by Colt and smiled. Then he thought about what Colt had said about being there to help, and the fantasy changed. For just an instant, he imagined Colt sliding a pair of DryNites up his legs and helping his ‘little brother’ into bed. He jolted back into reality, nearly choking on his toothpaste as he tried to forget that image altogether. Where the hell did that come from? Then he looked down and saw a tent in his pants. He remembered this had happened at dinner too. Did he actually want Colt to diaper – no that’s not the word. Did he want Colt to night-time protect him? What was wrong with him? “This is too weird… too weird…” he muttered to himself as he walked into his room. Mr. Cuddles was waiting on his bed. That’s right. He’d forgotten the poor bear downstairs. Colt must’ve brought it up for him – that was so nice. He felt like Colt really ‘got’ him. He took off his clothes, folding them neatly and setting them on the dresser. His boner was immediately apparent as soon as he slid off his pants, allowing his erection to spring free and fully push his soft boxer-briefs away from his body. There was a visible wet spot in the front of his undies from all the Pre-Cum. He touched it and when he drew his finger away, strings of sticky liquid followed behind. “How?” He was pent up, but not that pent up. He stared at his wet finger, mesmerized. Then he slowly brought his finger up toward his mouth to taste it. *Knock* *Knock* *Knock* He must’ve jumped three feet into the air when the sound of knocking broke the silence. “Hey Rob, you in there?” “Y-yeah,” he stammered, quickly wiping his finger off on his underwear and jumping under the covers. “What’s up?” The door opened and his friendly roommate peeked in. “Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for being a good roomie today and helping with the dishes. I’m super happy to have you as a roommate, man. Really, I think it’s gonna be a lot of fun.” “Oh, y-yeah! I think so too,” said Rob, sweating bullets as he bent his knees up to hide his erection under the covers. That was a close call. Too close. His adrenaline was still pumping. “You okay, bud?” said Colt, taking a step forward, “you look a little pale…” “Y-yeah. I’m fine,” Rob lied, drawing his knees up to hide his erection. He was probably pale because all of his blood was being diverted to the area between his legs. A loud crinkle rang out from the bed. Colt froze. Rob looked down and felt the bed. “Plastic sheets?” “Oh, that’s just to protect the mattress when my cousins come over,” said Colt, scratching the back of his head. “I actually have to check to make sure they’re wearing the proper protection at night because they try to go to bed without. Can you believe it? Anyway, I can help you later, if you want.” “W-what?!” asked Rob, his face turning bright red as the image of Colt holding his pull-ups came right back. “Help you take off the mattress protector. I’m sure it’s not very-“ “No!” said Rob, a little too loudly. Then more softly, “It’s… it’s fine. It’s okay like that…” Colt raised an eyebrow. “Is there something you’re not telling me, buddy?” “Mmm? No! No… I don’t,” Rob lied. “I-I mean I wouldn’t... I haven’t wet the bed in a long time. I just… you know, I’m a neat freak. I just like to keep things clean!” “Hey, hey,” said Colt, holding up his hands. “I never said you did. Is that what all this is about?” He left the question hanging but started speaking again before Rob could manage a response. “Hey, you know what, I should go. You’re tired, it’s been a big day. I’ll let you have your rest.” Rob exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Thanks.” Colt was almost out the door when he stopped. He put his hand on the doorframe and seemed to become very interested in the paint job as his eyes traveled up the frame. “Hey bud, just so you know, if you did wet the bed that would be okay with me.” He glanced briefly over at Rob before shutting the door behind him. “Sleep tight, bud.” Rob was speechless. The blood was rushing in his ears. Did he just give himself away? Did Colt know? He lay back in the bed and heard the crinkle. He’d definitely have to wear a DryNite that night. As he finally started to drift off, he felt a twinge in his bladder. All that juice and milk were having their effect. “Son of a… I just got comfortable! And I don’t think this hard-on is going away any time soon.” Rob could only imagine what Colt would say if he saw the state he was in just then. “Oh screw it. It’s only a short nap. I’ll pee when I get up.” He snuggled his teddy bear and finally drifted off to sleep. Room For Rent Ch. 1 (2021).pdf
  2. ABRI Interludes are short one-shot stories involving characters from my main work "Adult Baby Research Institute". Unlike the main work these stories are much lighter in tone, short, slice-of-life style pieces, with lower stakes, slower pace, and softer situations. They focus on characters from the main work, but are intended to stand alone and be accessible to a wider audience. If you like this story, be aware that Adult Baby Research Institute is an ABDL / BDSM / Medfet story that is turned up to 11 and may not be your cup of tea. But it might. Interlude One - Xander Learns a Lesson Dan frowned. He barely got any sleep last night and this was not how he wanted to start his morning. He was knelt over a tub, trying to get an adult baby boy cleaned and ready for his day, but his charge was being a real pain in the ass. He was "bratting out" hard. Dans knees hurt, his ass hurt from the weekend and he needed a cup of coffee. This was not what he signed up for, nor his charge. Another splash of water from the tub hit him in the face. He could see Xander looking back at him with a mischievous shit eating grin. "THAT'S..." Dan started to raise his voice, before he felt a hand on his shoulder. "That's enough Xander. I think maybe it's time I took over." Christine said with a smile, helping Dan up to standing. "I..." Dan started to stammer. "I know, you're really off balance and it's hard to focus. That happens on everyone's first weekend at the institute. I've watched you try to feed this little one earlier and he has been nothing but trouble. We look out for each other here. Why don't you leave little Xander to me and you go downstairs to the cafe to get a cup of coffee. There is a new cute little barista there, and he is dressed in the cutest, pinkest little maid outfit. He would love to serve you." "Really? It's no problem?" "None at all, I've read Xander's profile. 'No spanking, no impact play, no nipple torture, nothing hurty'. That's okay, I think maybe Xander learns how we handle brats at the Institute". "Wait a minute..." Xander started. Christine saw Dan waver a little. Dan didn't want anyone to inflict anything on his little one! "You remember training right? Some little ones really do need the boundaries and discipline. They brat and act out because they are afraid of admitting that's what they really want. That's part of our job—my job—is to give them the safe space to explore that. Your job Dan, is to go relax, and let that little cat-boi serve you coffee. Maybe write in your journal about your experience last weekend so you can properly process it. I need you on your A-game, so that you can put little Xander here back together when I'm done breaking him to pieces." Xander, sitting in the tub turned white at the "breaking him to pieces" metaphor. At least, he hoped it was a metaphor. "You're right, thanks Christine. Okay Xander, I'll be back in a little while." "But wait a second, you can't do that!" Xander whined. "Can and will." Christine said "'Only punishment when strictly necessary' was the box you checked on your intake form. And I think this counts as necessary. You've been bratting out hard since you woke up this morning. I think it's only fair to Dan, and to you, that you get to experience the punishment and boundaries you clearly desire." Xander sat in the tub. It was true. He was bratting out hard. He wasn't really sure why even. He remembered ticking off the "I'll be a perfectly behaved baby" box in his intake form. But there was something about watching that one baby boy get chastised and spanked with a ruler that made him feel really funny. He hated watching it, but he was deeply fascinated at the same time. It was impossible to identify that feeling he had inside. Dan leaned over and kissed Xander on the forehead. "I won't be long. You be a good little boy for Christine." "He'll be the sweetest little thing when you return!" Dan walked away, and Xander turned so white he was pale. Christine just chuckled. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, sent a text, and turned her attention back to Xander. "We're going to learn a lot of things together little guy." She coo'ed while pulling him out of the big tub and leading him over to a small chair in the corner. "Sit." The command was fierce coming out of Christines mouth. Xander had never played hard before. He didn't know what to expect, and the fear of the unknown loomed over him. Even worse, he had a raging hard-on despite being freezing cold and dripping bath water everywhere. Not wanting to temp fate, he sat down. "Now we have a special protocol for little ones like you who says they don't want punishment, but very clearly do. I'm going to describe your punishment for you. Then you have to decide if are you going to take it, or are you going to back out. If you back out, you and I will walk over to the towels, and I'll watch you dry off and we'll go down to the locker together, get you in your big boy clothes. Dan will come give you a hug, there'll be no hard feelings, and you can fill out a new application if you decide to come back. Though you might want to do some reflecting on your behaviour." Xander frowned. He definitely didn't want that. "The other option is that you are going stand up, bend over and touch your toes and I'm going to give you a light spanking. Just enough so you can feel it, but more importantly, everyone in the room will hear it. Then I'm going to put a little plug up your bum because I don't want you to make a mess of your chair. Finally, I am going to put a gag in your mouth to make sure it stays nice and open for the bar of soap that you'll have between your lips. You'll stay like that, shivering cold with your nose in the corner until Dan comes back." Xander blanched. This was scary! "Then at detention tonight,we'll spend a little bit more time. You'll start by writing an apology letter to Dan for your behaviour, and write in your journal about how you felt about the experience you're just about to have. What happens after that is up to you and me." Xander felt his world shrink. He didn't want that! Did he? Didn't he? He wasn't sure about the pain, but Christine said it would be light. And the plug would be little. It did also sound ... really intriguing. And Scary. It sounded really scary. "When Dan comes back after your punishment little one, he will want nothing more than to rescue and dote on you. Believe me." Xander felt his body betray him again. His cock grew harder still. He looked inside his heart and he knew he wanted this. Even the spanking, no matter how scary it was. More importantly he loved the idea of being punished, and then being taken care of afterwards. "Do you want to go home? Xander shook his head. He definitely didn't want that. "So, would you like to take your punishment like a big boy?" Xander paused. Slowly he nodded. "Uh huh." "Are you ready for a spanking as well? I'll go easy this time little one." Xander thought about and and nodded. "I see we're going to learn a lot together Xander." Christine said, gripping his chin, and giving him a devilish smile. "Now, stand up and touch your toes."
  3. So this story is heavily inspired by "Far from Home" by @bbykimmy so shout out there. ? The other thing I want to talk about is that while this a much gentler story without the same level of non-con it does start at pretty dark place that could be potentially triggering. Take care of yourself folks. *hugs on offer* CW: Suicide My Human is a Rescue….. October 22 2021…. everything was burning. The once clear crisp sky stained with soot and ash as dozens of terrible mushroom shaped clouds rose into the stratosphere above the broken remains of the Chicago skyline…. The young woman, Clara Simone age 25, could only watch on her knees from the roof of her apartment building in Evanston. The rough gravel aggerate surface cutting into her knees as the tears streamed silently down her face. She was alone and the world was literally ending….. It had been her day off while her wife Christine was working at the hospital down town…. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t breath, she had to go!! Move Run!! Where? Before she even realized what the fuck she was doing Clara was in her bedroom rooting through the closet. There!!! That fucking pink urban camo duffle bag… She and Christine had put it together over the course of a five different Ubers and three different malls after one too many margaritas while watching the new Netflix show based on “Y The Last Man”…. Not bothering to pack anything else Clara grabbed her purse and sprinted the steps past several of her panicked neighbors to the underground parking garage beneath the building hopping into the Jeep Renegade she and Christine shared… She didn’t even remember how she got out of the metro area. It was all blur of movie shots. People screaming, sirens, snarled traffic. “I think I drove on the sidewalk for a quarter mile at least?” But just over an hour later she had crossed over the Wisconsin border and was weaving through traffic on the interstate. Clara had just passed Kenosha when a downed air national guard F-18 smacked into the northbound lanes of I-94 at several hundred miles an hour in dozens of flaming pieces. Clara only survived because she had cut onto the shoulder. The blast and impact sent her compact SUV tumbling into the woods. It was the pain that woke her…. Hanging upside down by her seat belt every part of her felt like it was being stabbed with glass needles. Getting loose and dropping to the ground sent a fresh lance of white-hot agony shooting up her left leg which was twisted at an unnatural angle. Grabbing her purse and the bag as she dragged herself from the wreckage Clara came to rest against a large ash. She wanted Christine. She wanted to be held by the woman who was everything while everything died but this fucking piece of shit world denied her even that…. Pulling her phone from her purse she watched the shattered screen light up. Showing a picture she had commissioned of her Christine, Jordan, and her big sister Naomi as anime characters. All gone, Naomi to breast cancer 2 years ago….. Part of her wouldn’t accept she trialed calling Christine, no answer. They had been facetiming when the sky had roared as it was split to pieces and a flash of light blinded her as the video cut out..... Then Jordan straight to zim’s voicemail….. She tried calling Christine another twenty times before flinging the phone away. Screaming and punching her fists against the tree bloody until collapsed heaving and throwing up. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. She was supposed to die at 90 curled up in bed with Christine from the after affects of an aneurism surrounded kids and grandkids…… Not bleeding out in the woods some where north of fucking Kenosha. In Clara’s panicked, exhausted, traumatized brain there was only one option left….. Reaching into the duffel bag she pulled out a piece of black polymer and metal…. It wasn’t fair the woman who she loved most, who had saved her and Naomi from their so-called family. Who literally helped make her the woman she was now. Was gone. She was alone. Most of her chosen family of close friends had probably died in the blast, they all lived downtown or closer to it… Holding the object she studied it with a curiosity. A Glock 22 semiautomatic pistol. The safety disengaged with a soft click. Followed the louder clack as she racked the slide chambering a round. Laughing and sobbing hysterically as she fumbled for her phone and hit shuffle for something to play her out. “We Stich These Wounds” happened to come on. “I’m going to wake up on Clara’s arms somewhere it’ll be morning and she’ll have breakfast ready like always. And fuck I get to see Naomi again. I’m going to be in Heaven with Christine and Naomi. I can’t wait to see you both…..” Smiling the entire time an exhausted Clara place the barrel to her temple and pulled the trigger….. Death however was not instantaneous as the angle was shallow and the bullet only passed through a few dozen cm’s of brain tissue. “Wow so tha real happen…” Christine slurred as she watched a black tunnel slowly close in on her vision. At the end of it was a figured wreathed in golden light….
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