Free To Roam

[Horndog]

I've written a story series for DailyDiapers.com. If you like what you're reading, let me know so I can post more chapters.

It's nearing Super Bowl -- and Dwayne Roth couldn't be happier. He moved into his first apartment in Los Angeles after finding work out of college. After spending 24 years living with his overbearing parents, Dwayne took the bold step to move far enough from them so he could have his freedom, but close enough so he could visit. It was time to make a change and move to a place where he could watch the big football game by himself.

He was so enthusiastic about moving out, he spent no time carrying all his boxes to the third floor of the apartment building without any help. After hauling boxes for a few hours, he got the movers to move his smaller furniture. He would spend the rest of the evening setting up his electronics and putting all the food in the kitchen. Finally, when Dwayne looked at the clock on the wall for the first time, he realized it was nine o'clock at night.

Dwayne took off his sweat-soaked shirt and he laid on his living room futon, which was underneath a large ceiling fan. His cell phone rang in the pocket of his blue jeans. He stood up temporarily, rummaged through his pocket and took out the cell phone. He answered. It was his mother.

Dwayne smiled and fell back on the futon with his long brown hair sprawled over the seat.

"I made it, mom. I made it," he sighed. "Can you believe it?"

"No, I can't believe it, but I guess I have to now -- right? I was cooking dinner, y'know, and I made a plate for you, but you weren't there and your father said, 'Anne, you can mail dinner to him,' because he figured you're probably not used to having your own kitchen and cooking and..."

"Mom, don't sweat it. I ordered pizza."

"You're not a college student anymore, Dwayne, so don't eat like one. You're grown up now."

"You're right, you're right, which is why I am allowed to eat pizza -- because I am one," Dwayne chuckled.

"I'm on my own now, but I'm about a half-mile away. And you know the address, right?"

"Yes, and how often can your father and I visit you?"

"Once every twenty years."

"Alright, smart-ass. Well, just so you know, I love you and I hope you sleep well in your new apartment. I'm going to get going. Tonight Snow is coming on soon and I don't want to TiVo it because I already have a lot of shows stored on there -- so bye!"

His mother already hung up before he said, "Bye mom. Love you too. Have a good night."

Dwayne put his cell phone on a nearby table before he pulled his jeans down and fell asleep wearing nothing but his socks and white boxer shorts. He looked forward to the next day. At ten the next morning, he would start work at an office in downtown Los Angeles as an administrative assistant at EnVest, Ltd., an upcoming investment firm. His job duties include screening calls, making travel and meeting arrangements, preparing reports and financial data for the head of EnVest, Perry Wagoner, his ex-girlfriend's father.

Dwayne woke at two in the morning after he forgot to use the bathroom before bed. He made a quick dash and slid on the shiny hardwood floor in the living room. Before he could fall over, Dwayne held onto both sides of the bathroom doorway. Instinctively, he closed the bathroom door behind him. He turned on the lights and studied the bathroom interior. Without looking down at the floor, he tripped over an open drawer located on the bottom of the sink counter. He stumbled a bit but recovered by holding onto the edge of the sink. He muttered, "Shit!" to himself.

He didn't realize there was a bottom drawer. The discovery invoked his curiosity.

Inside the drawer was a large, opened purple-colored bag that had the words "Secure Briefs" in cursive, white-colored type. Inside the bag was several pre-folded disposable adult diapers. Dwayne chuckled, but he was surprised at the find. He took out one of the diapers and unfolded it. He studied the diaper and put it back inside the drawer.

"That's embarrassing," Dwayne snickered. "The previous tenant probably left these here."

After finishing his business, Dwayne walked back to the futon in his living room and went to sleep only to wake up only a few hours later. It was eight in the morning.

Dwayne rolled out the futon, took a shower, brushed his teeth, combed his hair and snacked on a strawberry granola bar before leaving his apartment. He opted out of taking his car out from the parking lot and decided to take a bus going downtown.

He arrived at his new workplace in his slick, black business attire: dressed for success. His long, brown hair was combed back. He smelled like fine, French cologne. He was ready.

Dwayne entered the EnVest Services office and was immediately greeted by the office secretary. She introduced herself as Carla Reesh. She was tall, handsome and her curly, blond hair shined in the sun that came through a nearby window. Dwayne couldn't help but stare at her deep-blue eyes -- and completely ignore everything she said about the workplace.

The only words Dwayne acknowledged from Carla were, "Right this way." Afterward, he mindlessly followed Carla to the office of his boss, Perry. Dwayne was completed distracted with a mere infatuation over Carla's soft, Australian accent. As he made his way past the cubicles full of people who had a monotonous expression on their faces, he started to come back to a sobering reality.

Carla stopped at the door of Perry's office suite. Dwayne stood quietly with his chin up. Carla smiled and looked at the suddenly nervous Dwayne.

"Aw, you shouldn't be nervous, Mister Roth. Perry is really fun to work with," said Carla.

"Oh yeah, I know. We've had a history going back a few years."

"Neat. I told him you were here so you can walk right in and --"

The door to Perry's office swung open, slamming into Dwayne's nose. Perry peaked around the corner, saw Dwayne holding his nose -- and he began to laugh. Carla covered her face with both of her hands in shock. She muttered, "Oh my goodness!" as she came to Dwayne's aid.

"I just love it when people are absolutely miserable because of things I do to them," said Perry. "I just saved you three hundred dollars that you would have spent on nose reconstructive surgery -- and my oh my, you look fantastic already!"

Dwayne didn't appreciate Perry's twisted sense of humor. He rubbed his nose for a bit and then he turned to Carla.

"I'm going to just... head back to the front desk and effectively remove myself from this awkward situation," said Carla, jogging back.

"Hey Mister Wagoner. What's the first order of business today?" Dwayne asked with a half-smile.

"Service! Service! Service! Oh, I'm totally lovin' this right now! If you didn't break up with my daughter on amicable terms, I would ask you to spend outrageously copious amounts of time working with Tim -- over there -- on compiling a report for one of our high-profile clients." Perry looked over to Tim, who pranced down the office hours in an effeminate manner. "It would be purely unprofessional for me to encourage interoffice relationships, but you two would make a couple I'm sure."

"Not exactly," Dwayne groaned.

"But since it's my 45th birthday today and --"

"Happy birthday!" said Dwayne as he attempted to fake sincerity.

"Shut up," Perry snapped. "Since I just turned 45 and I need to take out my frustrations on someone -- because I don't want to acknowledge the fact that I'm slowly turning into a rusty pile of bones -- I'm going to ask you to set up a meeting with one of my clients who is flying out here from New York. His name is Faroush -- but God forbid if you mention his last name, Homeland Security might appear at our office, looking all too eager to put on latex gloves and do cavity searches on all the employees."

Suddenly, Tim appeared before Perry and Dwane, dressed in a formal white shirt, a red tie and black corduroy pants. He introduced himself to Dwane as the lead technical support representative for EnVest.

Perry rubbed his bald head, paused for a moment and pointed at Tim. "Tim, you have this uncanny ability of appearing in the middle of a conversation at the best time -- and dear God, thank you for that," said Perry.

"Mister Roth, it's a pleasure to meet you. I may be asking for your help when you have some downtime. Later, I'll need you to add some data to our database. You'll be doing some data entry with me from time to time. You're cool with that, right?" said Tim.

"Yeah, no problem," Dwayne happily replied, knowing that he was going to work with other people beside Perry.

"So it's settled! Great! Now if you excuse us, Tim, I'm going to set Dwayne up with his office. Talk to you later," said Perry, waving off to Tim as he and Dwane walked into his office.

Dwayne worked in a small office that was next to Perry. Though the office was smaller than he had hoped, Dwayne accepted the workspace and he went straight to work: setting up meetings, checking on the executive board meeting agendas, working on the company bio. As time passed, activities became tedious though he was still riding the adrenaline rush that came from desperately maintaining a good first impression. At times, he would find momentum by accomplishing a series of tasks -- that is, until the boss called in.

"Greetings, you sorry bastard. I was hoping that maybe you would stay around the office for a few more hours. There are things on my plate that only my sweet, indentured servants can do. Well, to be honest with you, I'm leaving the office for the night. I am going to have dinner with Gwen, you know, my daughter, my little princess whose sole purpose is to drain every single penny out of my bank account. Yeah? That one. So keep up the good work!"

"Thanks, Mister Wagoner," said Dwayne, talking to the speaker voice.

"You're welcome. And there's this one other thing. I'm expecting a call from Faroush, so can you take the call -- or if he asks you to, pick him up at the airport and drive him to the Marriott near us? Can you do that? You're probably thinking, 'No,' which is why I am saying, 'Thank you for doing this!' I'm counting on you."

Dwayne took off his eyeglasses and rubbed his forehead after turning off the speaker.

"You look like Howie Mandel," Dwayne said, pretending that Perry was still on the other line.

Dwayne looked at the clock. It was nearly seven in the evening. He started feeling hunger pangs, but the overriding sensation was his urge to use the restroom. Suddenly, his phone started ringing -- just as soon as he rose from his chair to head to the restroom. He took a deep sigh, licked his lips and picked up the phone.

"This is Dwayne Roth speaking."

"Yes, this is Faroush Malahni. Mister Roth, I was told by Mister Wagoner that you would be picking me up from the airport. Thank you very much for doing this. I humbly appreciate it."

"Well, I, uh -- oh..." Dwayne didn't know what to say.

"Can you pick me up in 30 minutes?"

"LAX is about an hour away from where I am so I'll be there in about an hour."

"30 minutes. Thank you!"

Dwayne hung up the phone and banged his head on the desk. He had to use the bathroom, but the time limit superceded that concern. He felt his stomach curling and his bladder aching. He bobbed his right leg nervously as he entertained the thought of wearing a diaper. He dashed out of his office, jogged past the workstations and he raced out the door only to realize that he did not bring his car to work.

[the diaper mike]

do go on please

[ppbenn]

Reads pretty well so far please continue.

[Horndog]

Chapter 2 will be released Tuesday, February 2. Please subscribe to this thread to stay tuned!

[Horndog]

After leaving his office building, Dwayne came up with several possible solutions to his dilemma, but he knew that he needed personal transportation. Luckily, a taxi cab was parked on the street. He barely had enough cash in his pocket to pay for the trip to his apartment, but he managed to catch a ride. The urge to urinate was steadily growing, but the condition was manageable.

He arrived outside of his apartment. Stumbling out of the taxi cab, Dwayne made an adrenaline-pumped dash into his apartment's parking garage where his car awaited him. When he approached his car, he fumbled the keys nervously in his hands before unlocking the doors and jumping in. He quickly pulled out in reverse, causing his tires to screech loudly in the garage and burn rubber.

He managed to make it to the nearest highway entrance -- and finally he was en route to the airport. To distract himself from worrying about his impatient bladder, he turned on the radio and raised the volume. The rock song, "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath was playing. Then he looked at his rear view mirror for a second, reciting the lyrics as they were being sung on the track. He looked angry. He shook his head and snarled before breaking into song and singing along with one of the verses. An elderly woman who was driving beside him in the left lane saw the seemingly enraged Dwayne. She was appalled by what she was seeing. Then when Dwayne turned to see her with a crazed look, she hit the gas and swerved away from him.

"That was awesome!" exclaimed Dwayne.

Unfortunately, the music was not distracting enough. He felt his stomach curling. Trouble was brewing. He tried focusing on the road, but he was barely able to. He made it to the airport -- and he was fortunate enough for Perry to page him the terminal where he was going to pick up Faroush. When Dwayne arrived at the terminal, he saw what he believed to be Faroush, a Middle Eastern man reading a newspaper at a nearby bench. Dwayne parked in the loading zone and flew out of the car before nearly getting himself killed by a large shuttle bus.

Dwayne approached the bench and asked if the man was Faroush. The man smiled.

"You were late, Mister Roth," said Faroush as he extended his hand for a shake. Dwayne shook his head and smiled back.

"Nice to meet you. I was at the office when you called me and the office is an hour away from the airport. I don't know if you heard that part or not when we talked last."

"Probably bad reception. Shall we get going?" asked Faroush as Dwayne eyed the men's restroom nearby. Dyawne closed his eyes and sighed quietly when he detected a sense of urgency in Faroush's voice. "I've been on the plane for a while and we had to make a few stops. I was thinking you could drop me off in the hotel and talk business there."

"Sure. Not a problem." Dwayne lied. It was a problem. He felt like he could burst.

Dwayne opened his car door for the fashionably dressed businessman and closed it. Before he got around to the driver's side of the car, he looked around to see if there were any speeding cars or buses that would guarantee his untimely death. He thought of the game Frogger and imagined he was crossing a giant street before getting flattened by a truck, causing him to be a large human pancake with eyes. He shook off the trance of his vivid imagination and drove out of the airport.

When he reached the freeway heading back, Dwayne made small talk with Faroush as another attempt to distract himself from his bodily needs.

"So what business do you have at EnVest? I didn't have time to check the file before I left," said Dwayne.

"I'm looking to go with EnVest to update my portfolio. The bulk of my investments are the pharmaceutical companies -- you know, like Pfizer, Johnson & Johnson and GSK. Sometimes, I get free Oxycontin, especially when stocks start plummeting," Faroush joked.

"I like taking pills that make me see pink elephants and giant space rabbits," Dwayne countered. He chuckled at his comment before realizing that Faroush was not amused. There was an awkward pause.

"My daughter overdosed on PCP once. I wouldn't suggest taking any kind of hallucinagenic narcotics." Dwayne looked at the road with a distant yet horrified expression on his face.

"I was just... joking about um... Moving on."

"Do you know what really comes in handy especially when you're my age? Flomax."

"What's that?"

"As you get older, you tend to go to the bathroom more frequently -- and this stuff makes you go less. It's been a hit. When you take it, you start to realize how much of a burden it is to go all the time. It's convenient and it sells like Viagra -- and Viagra is so successful because that drug also taps into the middle-aged male market. It's huge."

Dwayne was more disturbed than before. He was five minutes from the exit he needed to take, but after the conversation turned into a topic about frequent bathroom urges, Dwayne realized that time was running out. He put his foot on the accelerator more and sped down the freeway before turning off at the exit.

The Marriot hotel was located only a quarter-mile from the exit -- and that was fortunate for Dwayne. As he and Faroush stopped at the hotel's front doors, Dwayne bit his lip and looked down at his lap. A quarter-sized wet spot started to form around his crotch and it was growing fast. He mumbled, "Shit!" before looking up at Faroush, smiling nervously at him from inside the car looking out. Faroush stood with his two carry-on suitcases. He walked up to the passenger side door and tapped on the window. Dwayne rolled it down and crossed his legs -- in hopes of hiding the embarrassment -- simultaneously.

"You're going to come in with me?" asked Faroush.

"Nah," Dwayne answered shyly. "I have a previous engagement that I need to tend to. Perry will give you directions to the office tomorrow and I will see you then."

"Alright. It was nice meeting you, Mister Roth. See you tomorrow!"

Dwayne drove away, but not without feeling humiliated. Though he avoided a catastrophe involving some very wet pants, Dwayne felt that he left a poor first impression on Faroush. He took a deep breath before laying his head on the driver seat headrest. He arrived back at his apartment feeling ashamed and exhausted. It was ten at night and it was time to sleep.

Instead of walking up the stairs to his apartment, he took the elevator and walked sheepishly down the corridor to his apartment. He was grateful that no one else was in the corridor when he ran to the door. His pants were soaking wet. Dwayne would never imagine the day that he would have an accident as a full-grown man, but as he turned the key on his apartment door, he started to like the feeling. He felt like a bad baby, wetting himself uncontrollably. "If only I didn't have to deal with wet clothes," he thought.

After entering the bathroom, moans by Dwayne could be heard from outside. He cried out, "Oh God yes!" in between seemingly painful groans. Finally, Dwayne let out a faint cheer as he flushed the toilet. When he went to wash his hands, he caught a glimpse of the sink counter's bottom drawer. He quietly opened the drawer and studied the bag of adult diapers. Then he took out a diaper and felt the thickness. Dwayne felt that the most logical step would be for him to try the diaper in the privacy of his apartment to see how things work out. And so he did.

It was an awkward moment. As he looked down at his piss-stained, yellow underwear, Dwayne leaned up against the bathroom door as he slowly put on the diaper. He knew it was politically incorrect, but he was never a fan of political correctness to begin with. He just moved into his new apartment. He was no longer living with his parents. He could finally do what he wanted. He reminded himself of his new-found freedom; knowing that he was free empowered him to finish putting on the diaper. After adjusting the diaper tapes for a few minutes, he felt entranced by the comfort and the fit. He was entranced was the feeling of security and the luxury of knowing that he could use his diaper whenever he wanted to.

Dwayne still had a difficult time visualizing himself in a diaper so he refused to look at the mirror. Things didn't look right, but he felt good.

Dwayne fell asleep wearing nothing but his diaper. That night, he never slept so peacefully.

[Pollyanna Fleshman]

I actually laughed when the mother got her ass beat. I can't stand parents who beat their kids for shit they can't help. Fucking idiot! You are a good writer when you can evoke emotions in your readers. Keep up the good work. I can't wait to read the next installment. This kicks ass!

[Horndog]

Chapter 2 will be released Saturday, February 6. Please subscribe to this thread to stay tuned!

EDIT: It was going to be released today, but a power outage wiped some of the edits for the finished chapter so the release will be delayed til tomorrow afternoon.

[Cute Baby]

Good start, look forward t his next experiences, has many possibilities.

[Horndog]

Wearing diapers was something that the old Dwayne would never dream of doing. Due to relatively unusual circumstances, he found himself in a predicament that -- oddly enough -- he enjoyed. When he woke up the next morning, he started to notice the warmth of the sun as it shined through his bedroom window. He watched the sun rise from the skyscrapers and float high in the sky. He looked out his window and then he gazed at the traffic below: the honking horns, sounds of cars whizzing past each other in a dog-eat-dog world. But Dwayne paid no attention to those annoyances -- that is, until he looked at the time on his alarm clock.

He needed to head to work in two hours, but he soaked his only business dress pants. He paced back and forth in his bedroom until he realized that a room for laundry services was only a few doors down. He quickly put on his boxer shorts over the diaper, which was still dry. After putting on some socks, shoes and blue jeans, Dwayne walked past the bathroom and looked inside. Dwayne looked at the toilet and thought to himself, "That toilet will be the cleanest thing in the entire apartment." He looked down at his crotch, wiggled his hips playfully and creating loud, crinkling noises for his personal amusement.

Dwayne imagined the toilet talking to him with the seat flapping up every time it had something to say.

"Yo man, I thought we were cool. I thought we were friends," said the toilet in a low, baritone voice.

Dwayne shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes, I feel you're so close but you're always so far away when I need you," he replied.

"Baby, I don't know what I'll do without you. No flush will remove my tears."

"Why do you sound like Barry White?"

"You've imagined me like this -- and you're likely a racist."

Fantasy quickly transitioned back into reality and Dwayne had to do some laundry. He took out his laundry basket from the bedroom, put his dirty clothes in and he carefully waddled to the laundry room. He felt like he was being watched, but his paranoia stemmed from the fact that this was the first time he was wearing a diaper outside of his apartment. He constantly pulled up his jeans in hopes that he wasn't going to be exposed. Even though he felt comfortable wearing a diaper, he wasn't ready to go out in public, wearing a diaper underneath his clothes.

The laundry room door was open and there was a young Hispanic man who was tending to the one dryer that was available. Dressed in a plain white tank-top and tan-colored cargo shorts, the other man turned away from the dryer and looked at Dwayne. He smiled and nodded to Dwayne. Dwayne set his laundry basket down next to the washing machine.

"Hey, if you want to use it, go ahead. I'm done. Just waiting for my clothes to come out of the dryer," said the man.

"Thanks."

The man pointed down the hall toward Dwayne's apartment door. "You're the new guy who moved into 201, right?"

"Yeah, I moved in yesterday. Still settling in," said Dwayne. "Is your apartment nearby?"

"I'm across from yours at 204. I'm Roger. Nice to meet you." They both shook hands.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Dwayne."

"Cool. I was friends with the previous tenant, Stevie. He's a neat guy."

Dwayne immediately thought, "Steve must be the one who had the diapers originally." Dwayne felt guilty about taking the previous tenant's property and using it. At that moment, he was in a slight quandary. He wanted to give the bag of diapers back to the previous tenant, but he didn't want to embarrass him and say to him, "I found your diapers." It didn't sound right to Dwayne. While he started to put his clothes in the washing machine, he thought of a way to set up a private rendezvous with Stevie.

"Are you still in contact with Stevie by any chance?"

"All the time. Why?"

"Tell him that he left a few things at the apartment. He can drive over and pick 'em up or I can drive to his place, whichever he's comfortable with."

"Like what stuff did he leave behind?"

Dwayne shifted his eyes from left to right as he tried to think of an honest answer that wouldn't embarrass him and Stevie.

"Personal belongings," Dwayne replied coldly.

"Well, I'll call him when he gets home from work and let him know. Thanks."

Roger bent over to check on his clothes in the dryer. His cargo shorts slipped down his waist a little, revealing a bit of his backside. Dwayne noticed, but he didn't mean to look there. Dwayne noticed something peculiar. He squinted and saw something bulky, white and wrinkly underneath Roger's pants. He wasn't completely sure what it was, but it was interesting enough to take a closer look. Upon further examination, Dwayne realized that Roger was also wearing a diaper. In the heat of the moment, Dwayne randomly poked at Roger's thickly padded rear.

With his back facing Dwayne, Roger opened his eyes wide. He felt a drip of cold sweat trickle down from his eyebrow. Roger felt insecure -- and so he lashed out at Dwayne.

"Hey, why did you poke me there?" Roger asked angrily. Instead of being fearful from Roger's tone, Dwayne blushed and held his hands up to his mouth.

"I just... I don't know. I just wanted to feel..." said Dwayne, muffled by the hands over his mouth.

"How would you feel if I poked you... like this?" Roger poked Dwayne's crotch. When his finger met the thick, plastic texture that emitted a faint crinkling noise, Roger opened his jaw and let it hang low in suspense for several seconds. Then all of a sudden, Roger started to laugh. He looked around: looked at the ceiling, the walls, corners, the floor. "God, please don't tell me I'm in a dream."

"This is frightening," said Dwayne, whose face was blushing bright red.

"But totally awesome!" Dwayne and Roger said at exactly the same time.

"Wait a minute now. Stevie called me last night and told me that he forgot to pack, um... you know..."

Dwayne looked down at his crotch. "I know what you're referring to," said Dwayne as he took a cautious sigh.

"I get it!" Roger exclaimed. "You went through his stash, didn't you?"

"Well, I found it in the bathroom and I got curious and I tried one on and --"

"Shhh!" Roger raised a finger to his lips. "It's still early. We're making too much of a ruckus. Close the door behind you."

As soon as Dwayne closed the door, Roger slipped off his shorts and tended to his laundry wearing nothing but his shirt and a diaper. Seeing another grown man in a diaper was an unusual sight, but it was welcomed. For a short while, Dwayne felt uncomfortable in his tight jeans. He was aroused. The discovery initially aroused Dwayne, but he felt embarrassed by it. Dwayne took into consideration that possibly Roger was incontinent so the appearance of arousal might be off-putting.

"At least I can be myself now," said Roger with a smile. He brushed his short black hair back and sat at a fold-out chair that was placed opposite of the washing machine and dryer. Since the laundry room was small, the bright light bulb overhead illuminated everything underneath it. All the details were uncovered. Respectively, the truth had to come out.

Dwayne told Roger of his job and the events that transpired the night before. Roger listened attentively. When Dwayne finished explaining everything, Roger looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath and closed his eyes while Dwayne sat on the floor. Dwayne felt uncomfortably warm so he also removed his clothes and sat in his diaper.

"You know, sitting in this dirty laundry room, the both of us... just two guys in diapers. We have a bond now," Roger proclaimed. Dwayne couldn't help but to nod his head in agreement.

"I have this really bad brain-freeze right now because my mind is having a hard time coming up with words to describe how freakin' amazing this is. What are the odds? Holy shit!" said Dwayne.

Roger smiled. "I'm so excited, I could just..."

[baby kalie]

Please go on . I love this Story!

[the diaper mike]

wow go plaese

[Cute Baby]

what a great start to this on going (I hope story), looking forward to the next chapter soon.

[diaperpt]

interesting story! I'm looking forward to seeing where it will go.

[Horndog]

Chapter 4 is released early so I can spend some more time on Chapter 5.

Dwayne couldn't believe it. In the midst of these unusual circumstances, Dwayne couldn't take his eyes off Roger. Within mere moments, Roger started to wet his diaper in front of a shocked Dwayne. This triggered a deep fascination that Dwayne never uncovered before. Though he just met Roger, Dwayne felt a kindred kind of connection. While he was expressing several emotions all at the same time -- from disgust to pity to acting comfortably numb -- Dwayne felt honored by Roger, who trusted Dwayne enough to witness a vulnerable moment.

Starting from the bottom of the front of Roger's diaper, the dark wetness slowly expanded outward. The bright, orange wetness indicator slowly faded to the growing yellow tint. After a while, the wetness stopped expanding. Instead, all the liquid started to dampen in the immediate center of his crotch. Dwayne wanted to follow Roger's lead, but he was too nervous and aroused. For a moment, Dwayne panicked since this was the first time in his life that he was aroused in the company of another man, but his infatuation over watching someone else wet eroded his greater concerns.

Impressed with the final result, Roger groped his diaper and sighed happily. "This is the kind of freedom I have. I'm free to roam," said Roger. The prevalence of a musky, urine scent filled the small laundry room. All Dwayne wanted to do was to return the favor to Roger, but he shook his head and looked down.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm new to the whole diaper thing and my body won't let me wet."

"Just relax. When the time is right, let it flow. You'll feel great."

"But if you commit to wearing a lot, you just start going naturally, right?"

"Oh yeah. It'll be the best thing that ever happened to you."

Dwayne let Roger's advice reverberate loudly through his mind. The advice was simple enough. The only problems Dwayne could foresee is the inconvenience of changing throughout the day and leaks, but since time was passing quickly, he couldn't afford any more time to spend with his new friend. Dwayne had to leave for work in less than an hour and he lost focus on getting his only dress pants dry. He forgot to put his clothes in the dryer since he was preoccupied with the conversation he was having with Roger.

Dwayne put his boxer shorts and jeans back on. Roger stood up and got dressed.

"I won't force you to change me," Roger teased. "But hey, it was nice meeting."

"Nice meeting you too. Oh, I was wondering if you were up for watching the Super Bowl with me at my place. Stevie can drop by too."

"As long as you have a good supply of diapers available, I'm game. Stevie would love to meet you, but he's going to go apeshit once I tell him that the guy who moved into his old place is also into diapers."

#

An hour later, Dwayne showed up to work in casual dress. At the office, Carla greeted Dwayne with a raised eyebrow as she sat at the front desk.

"My suit is at the cleaners," Dwayne said to Carla preemptively.

"Oh, I was about to say that you look pretty comfortable for your second day here. I hope that Perry won't be dismayed by your casual attire. He's meeting with Mister Malahni right now. He's expecting you."

Dwayne completely forgot about the meeting with Faroush. To make matters worse, he wasn't dressed properly or professionally for the occasion. Dressed in a blue-plaid shirt and jeans, Dwayne look like he recently emerged from a long night worth of partying. He also forgot to take his diaper off before driving to the office.

He walked to Perry's office and looked at the door, trying to figure out what he was going to say and do. He still didn't know the meeting details except for what Faroush told him the night before. As he reached for the door knob, the door swung open and hit Dwayne in the head, knocking him off balance momentarily.

Perry walked out of the office. He took his eyeglasses off, rubbed his shiny, bald head and rubbed his mouth anxiously. He looked at Dwayne who managed to recover from the door's impact and maintain his composure. After spending a couple of quiet, uneasy seconds looking at Dwayne, Perry rolled his eyes at him.

"Dear God, the only thing missing from your San Francisco junkie outfit is a belt made out of hemp and a Grateful Dead t-shirt. And did you tell Mister Malahni that you -- and I quote -- 'like to take pills that make you see pink elephants and giant space rabbits'? Listen duuude, I hired an administrative assistant, not a bug-eyed, ball-tripping, Bohemian-worshipping, flower-wearing dimwit who thinks that after spending one day in the corporate world entitles him to 'fighting against the Man.' The only reason you're still standing here and not outside on the sidewalk is because Faroush actually likes you. Do me one huge favor: go in there, sit down and shut up."

Dwayne was petrified by Perry's criticism, but he swallowed his pride, nodded his head as a sign of compliance and he walked into Perry's office with his head lowered. When he saw Faroush sitting at a round table inside Perry's office suite, Dwayne was delighted. Though he didn't get to know Faroush as well as he hoped, Dwayne was grateful for having at least one friendly face in the room.

"So nice to see you, Mister Roth!" said Faroush as he stood up to shake Dwayne's hand. Faroush sat down and turned to Perry, who was nervously rubbing his gray-haired goatee. "He is a very lively follow." Dwayne appreciated the compliment, though he knew deep inside that he shouldn't have earned it.

"We do a lot of bottom up research on the pharmaceutical companies, but we have yet to gauge risk parameters for that particular industry for this quarter only because the FDA is about to conclude their investigations. Our target companies are being investigated for basically not disclosing some of the more worrisome side effects in their popular medications," said Perry. "However, this gives us a good opportunity to focus on the under-appreciated companies who currently have potential. We can bulk up your portfolio with up and coming companies that have favorable reward/risk potential such as Baher and Sampson Pharma."

"Sounds good to me. All I ask is for you to send me e-mails that keep me up to speed on the investigations. I want to know what I'm getting myself into. And you'll monitor my portfolio regularly?"

"Of course," said Perry. Perry whistled at Dwayne and pointed him to his office. Dwayne walked to his office. Once inside, he shut the door, sat at his desk and he looked blankly at his computer screen. He stared at the animated paperclip that stood on a piece of note paper. The paperclip's large eyes started blinking and then it asked, "Do you want to save your soul?" Dwayne clicked on the paperclip once for it to disappear even though he really wanted to click "Yes." It was probably a prank pulled by the people in the IT department, Dwayne thought.

He logged onto the EnVest database and printed out a series of reports for Faroush. While he sat back in his black, leather desk chair, he spun around before looking outside his window. He closed the window blinds, turned on the overhead lights and sat back down. Once the printer finished printing, Dwayne took the reports and quietly placed them on the table while Perry and Faroush continued to talk.

"Thank you," Faroush said to Dwayne. "I appreciate you going ahead and printing out the reports from the last quarter."

"No problem," said Dwayne with a smile. When Perry's eyes met Dwayne's, Perry made a unpleasant, growling facial expression. Dwayne quickly turned away and walked back into his office. Once he closed the door, he felt accomplished knowing that he dodged a bullet. Had Dwayne opted out of picking Faroush up from the airport and talking to him on the way to the hotel, he would have lost his job and income that would help pay the rent. Dwayne felt relieved in more ways than one.

Dwayne took a deep breath and he started to wet himself naturally. He felt his diaper getting heavier, warmer and more comfortable. However, Dwayne realized that he resisted the urge to urinate for many hours so the flow coming out of him was forceful. In a matter of seconds, he completely soaked his diaper. He anxiously tapped his crotch from the outside to feel if any wetness seeped into his jeans. It did, but not by much. By the time he finished wetting his diaper, he heard a knock at the door. When Perry opened the door, Dwayne pushed his lower half under the desk by moving his chair forward. He pretended to act busy with a nervous smile on his face.

Perry looked at Dwayne and laughed at him. Dwayne thought Perry might have noticed the wet spot in his jeans, but before Dwayne tried to explain, Perry said, "It brings so much joy to my empty existence knowing that after all these years, I still possess the power of making my underlings melt before my eyes. It's a feeling I can't describe. Carla told me that your suit was in the cleaners, but even if she didn't tell me, I really didn't care. I just wanted to scare the shit out of you -- and that lifted my spirits so very, very much. Talking to Faroush bored me."

"So that whole thing about me being a San Francisco junkie was just a prank? Oh, that was hilarious," said Dwayne with blatant sarcasm. "Hilarious. Laugh out loud."

"Charming. Listen, Dwayne, truth be told, you're doing okay here. Just relax."

"As relaxed as a Red Bull-powered jackhammer."

"Markets have downsized and that wasn't funny. Normally, you'd hear crickets chirping, but chirping has been outsourced to India. Tell you what: write down on a piece of paper your strengths and weaknesses. Once you do that, read that paper. Then try to actively better yourself. That way, you will radiate confidence and you won't come to work looking like you Cheech and Chong merged into one sorry sack of failure. In return, I will try to respect you. Until then, when I look at you, I'll think of my daughter, who laid on her bed and cried for many nights after you called off your engagement and told her, 'Let's be friends.'"

"Back then, I didn't know what I was doing. Gwen is still a great friend to me and I'd never give that friendship up for anything in the world."

"Look at me," said Perry, pointing to his poker face, "This is my 'don't care' face. She helped you land this job. She's very merciful. I'm not. Now, get back to doing what you're doing and let's take it from there, alright?" Dwayne quietly waved farewell to Perry as he left and slammed the door behind him.

After the ordeal, he couldn't help but wet some more.

[diaperpt]

This is a little bit of a strange story, but I'm captivated! I'm looking forward to the next chapter.

[Horndog]

This is a little bit of a strange story, but I'm captivated! I'm looking forward to the next chapter.

It's definitely not the typical diaper story you see on here.

[the diaper mike]

It's definitely not the typical diaper story you see on here.

go on please

[Horndog]

Dwayne came home from work on Friday right after the sun went down. He was eager to come home so he could invite his neighbor, Roger, over to his place. As soon as he walked into his apartment, Dwayne put his suitcase on his small dining room table and walked to his futon in the living room. He laid down and stared at the ceiling while rubbing a very wet diaper underneath his jeans. He thought of himself as a bad boy who liked wearing diapers. For a moment, he fantasized about getting his diaper changed by an attractive woman who could say to him, "I like my men wet and dirty." The idea of such a fantasy thrilled Dwayne. Suddenly, his cell phone rang and he looked at the LED screen to see who was calling him. As soon as he found out who was calling him, he saw the face of his mother instead of the woman of his dreams. He shivered momentarily and answered the phone.

"Hi mom! How are you?"

"What do you mean, 'How am I?' How are you? I didn't hear from you for a day. What happened?"

"Life happened, mom. I've had a few busy days at work, had to pick up a client at the airport and I met with him and Gwen's dad today."

"That's nice, sweetie, but you really should call me more. I was worried," his mother snapped.

"You know I'm okay. Not a big deal. I'm still trying to figure everything out."

"Well, figure things out faster. I was saying to your father that I really miss you -- and I just walked past your bedroom. I'm so used to knocking on your bedroom door and asking you if you were ever going to speak to me again."

"What can I say? I mean, I love my new place. I'm already meeting new people. The job is a bit of a grind, but it's nothing that I can't get used to."

"I'm glad. I'm happy for you. Right now, I'm making some clam chowder and I found a picture of you when you were very little. I said to your father the other day, 'Honey, remember when Dwayne was a little baby? Remember that?' and it seemed like yesterday when you were just a baby. Now you're all grown up and I have no idea what I'm going to do."

Dwayne looked at his crotch, dipped his hand underneath his jeans and rested his hand on top of his diaper. He smiled.

"I'm taking my time growing up."

After a short conversation with his mother, Dwayne hung up, left the futon and walked to the door. He left the apartment and waddled over to Roger's apartment across the hallway. He knocked on the door. Dwayne wanted to know about the relationship between Roger and Stevie. He felt it was unusual in that both of them shared a similar interest in diapers. Was it friendship or was it something more? Was there a secret diaper-wearing society that Dwayne was not privy to? Was it one elaborate prank that only he was unaware of?

Roger answered the door. He opened his arms wide, expecting a hug. Given that Dwayne barely knew Roger, he was hesitant at first, but he leaned in for the hug. In mid-hug, Dwayne could feel his diaper brushing up against Roger's. It was a surreal yet comforting feeling.

"Ah, so you managed to get a little wet." Dwayne didn't understand how Roger figured it out initially, but then he looked down at his crotch. Though the wetness dried up for the most part, there was still a dark stain right in the middle of his jeans.

"I didn't have much of a chance to enjoy the fact that I was," said Dwayne. He sighed and looked around Roger, trying to take a peek and see what the inside of his apartment looked like from the outside. "Mind if I come in?"

"Oh yeah. Come right in. Mi casa es su casa."

To Dwayne's surprise, the apartment showed no signs of diaper fetishism. In fact, the environment was comforting. The apartment's inside decorations reminded him of his uncle's house in Venice, California. Though he and Roger lived several miles away from the beach, Dwayne felt a tropical vibe all around the place. He felt it was acceptable if he let his guard down a little.

Roger asked Dwayne to sit on his leather sofa in the living room. Once he did, Dwayne watched Roger as he walked into the kitchen and look inside the fridge.

"Would you like anything to drink? I got Pepsi, Dr. Pepper..."

"I'll take anything that will wipe anything I could possibly remember about work today," said Dwayne with a deep sigh. Roger emerged from the kitchen with two bottles of beer. Dwayne happily accepted the beer once Roger handed it to him.

"Long day at work, huh?"

"Yeah, well, it's my second day on the job and my boss, who just so happens to be the father of my ex-girlfriend, basically told me to shape up."

"Scary. Sounds unpleasant. What did you do to have him criticize you like that?"

"Funny story, actually. I was doing the laundry and you were there -- and we were having this great conversation, but I forgot to put my business clothes in the dryer."

Roger shook his head and smiled at Dwayne. "My bad," said Roger. "It's totally my fault for eating up the time, but you know, it's rare to come across someone else who wears diapers -- and you live right across the hallway from me and it's so cool."

Dwayne rested his shoulders and looked back at Roger before looking down at his crotch. Dwayne started to find himself in a situation where he felt he could open up to Roger. Roger was like an old friend that he didn't see for many years. Dwayne felt that it was socially unnerving to reveal to someone else a personal, vulnerable act. Since Roger wet himself before Dwayne, Dwayne felt he owed it to Roger to reveal his personal vulnerabilities -- even if he barely knew Roger.

"It sucks to be alone, that's all," Dwayne confessed. He took a swig of beer and smirked as he looked at his reflection in the beer bottle.

Roger stood up and walked to his large television, which was located on a wide television stand. Inside the stand was two guitar peripherals, a microphone and a video game console. Roger tossed the microphone to Dwayne who immediately realized what Roger was up to. Dwayne laughed and pointed to the microphone. "Are you serious?" he asked. Roger nodded as he closed his eyes and grinned.

"I, Roger Guiterrez, am going to show you how to rock, D.R.!" yelled Roger enthusiastically as he grabbed a guitar and turned on the console. "I'm going to show you how to be loose!" As the game was loading, Roger stripped his clothes except for the diaper he was wearing. Roger teased Dwayne to do the same, but it didn't require much teasing. Dwayne followed Roger's lead.

There were two grown men in wet diapers, playing video games. It was a scenario that intrigued Dwayne extensively, but the alcohol intensified the experience and drowned out the necessity to be politically correct. Being 25, Dwayne was still a kid at heart and he loved to play video games, but he never imagined playing them in such unusual circumstances. As the evening went on, Dwayne felt his dwelling on the circumstances dissipate into purely unrestricted, uncensored excitement.

When Roger asked Dwayne to help him perform "Give It Away" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Dwayne couldn't keep his focus. The room was a blur. His voice was weak. He was completely intoxicated -- so nothing mattered anymore. His boss, Perry, became a distant memory. His overbearing mother was a figment of his imagination. But in the midst of his adrenaline and alcohol-fused bewilderment, he thought of Gwen. The Red Hot Chili Peppers was Gwen's favorite band. Dwayne would be haunted by the lyrics from their first major hit, "Under the Bridge":

I don't ever wanna feel like I did that day

Take me to the place I love, take me all the way

I don't ever wanna feel like I did that day

Take me to the place I love, take me all the way

The chorus repeated endlessly in his mind.

Suddenly, Dwayne pronounced with a noticeable slur, "This song is for Gwen! Hit it!"

Dwayne remembered the lyrics, "Give It Away" by heart. He loved how fast and how raw the song was. He felt like a beast that was let out of his cage. As Roger stood playing the guitar, Dwayne stood beside him, singing passionately and ruthlessly, but he couldn't help but sing a little off key. Both of the men laughed at each other's antics before they fell asleep on the couch at two in the morning. The television was static. Some beer bottles were tossed around the living room. Others were placed randomly on the coffee table. The living room was a mess, but it was all in good fun.

When he was half-awake, Dwayne felt Roger's head against his chest. Roger laid on top of Dwayne. It appeared problematic at first since Dwayne wanted to use the bathroom and he didn't want to wake up Roger, but he took the most appropriate course of action. Almost instinctively, Dwayne wet his diaper. For the moments he was awake, he felt the warmth travel throughout his diaper and soak the leg gathers. The warmth was soothing.

"Now I know why some babies sleep so well," Dwayne thought. Then, Dwayne amused himself by performing a gesture that imitated jiggling the flush handle of a toilet. He impersonated the flushing sound with a whispered swishing noise. Then he closed his eyes and slept with a great, big smile on his face.

[the diaper mike]

please go on

[Cute Baby]

yes do keep this going.

[Horndog]

New chapters will be released every Thursday. Due to the overwhelming viewcount this story has received, I will continue to submit a new chapter. Thank you for the support!

[Horndog]

Stevie Phillips rode back to his old apartment on his motorcycle on the day before the Super Bowl. Stevie realized that he left a few things back at the apartment that Dwayne recently moved into.

He moved into his new home about an hour east of Los Angeles after he landed a full-time construction job in the area. Though he loved the life he lived in downtown Los Angeles, the new job offered a better salary and benefits. At 42, Stevie has lived a very youthful life even though he suffered inconvenient shortcomings at first. When he was just seven, Stevie started wetting the bed. His parents thought it was an aberration, but it was just the beginning. He would wet himself uncontrollably while in school and accidents around the house happened frequently. His parents hoped that it was simply a phase so they did not schedule a doctor appointment right away. When they did, the doctor told them that Stevie had what was called overflow incontinence: his bladder was constantly full and he would leak constantly. Reluctantly, his parents put him back in diapers.

By the time he was able to control his bladder, at 14, he refused to tell his parents that he overcame his medical condition. He found it comforting to wear diapers even though the risk of embarrassment was far greater than when he was a child. He joined the football team and became a well-known quarterback. He compensated for his diaper-wearing habit by getting muscular and more masculine in every aspect; yet in private, he found solace in being infantile. By the time he graduated high school, Stevie informed his parents that he no longer had to wear diapers. He was able to buy his own and wear them without anyone knowing; and when he rode down the highway on his hellfire flame-decorated Harley Fat Bob, he wore a leather jacket on top of a white t-shirt that had the Pampers logo. All the bikers who drove past him sneered and laughed, but he didn't care. He was as tough as the rest of them.

Two hours later after Dwayne left Roger's apartment, Dwayne poured some orange juice in the kitchen. While he felt incapacitated from the hangover headache, he walked aimlessly into his dining room and sat down on the dining room table with his bath robe on. All he could remember the night before was that he never felt more comfortable in his own skin. He was surprised at himself for being so willing to overcome the nervousness of wearing diapers with someone else. He couldn't help but to remember when he met Roger, his neighbor ten steps away from his front door -- someone who also wore diapers. Then there was Stevie. In the midst of deliberating on the surreal nature of getting acquainted with a groundbreaking lifestyle change, he thought about the connection between Stevie and Roger. There had to be something, he thought. For all the time Dwayne talked to Roger when they first met, Roger never explained the extent of his relationship with Stevie nor did he explain the reason he wore diapers.

Dwayne didn't know why he was so attached to the idea of wearing them -- and so he decided on asking Roger and Stevie some questions when the time was right.

When he heard a knocking at the door, Dwayne felt the noise echo loudly in his head. He held onto the side of his head as he stood up from his chair. He shouted, "Coming!" while slowly walking to the front door. After unlocking the locks, he opened the door just slightly. He was greeted by a shadow. Dwayne's eyes grew big. He looked up and saw Stevie who hovered over Dwayne by about six inches. Dwayne shifted his eyes nervously for a moment and then he exhaled quickly.

"Yes?"

"Hi there! I'm Steve, the former tenant of this apartment. I just happened to be in the area so I was wondering if I can pick up a few things I forgot to take with me when I moved." Stevie quickly zipped up his leather jacket.

"Sure, come right in," said Dwayne as he tightened the cloth belt around his robe. He was wearing only a diaper underneath. When Dwayne realized who it was, he opened the door more enthusiastically. Stevie looked around the apartment and noticed the slick interior decorating. The apartment was turned into a modern-style bachelor pad, a theme that was foreign to Stevie, but it still felt like home to him.

"You really made it nice in here," said Stevie as he set his large, black backpack on the floor.

"Thanks." Dwayne tried to play it straight. "So what are you looking to pick up exactly?"

"My diapers." Dwayne was surprised at the not-so-subtle, nonchalant response.

"Right. Well, I found something in the bathroom. Come take a look."

Stevie walked to the bathroom, opened the door and checked the lower drawer under the sink. He found what he was looking for, but he also found a trash bin full of dirty diapers beside the toilet -- and they definitely weren't his own.

"Hey, uh, can you come over here for a second?" Stevie asked Dwayne, who was outside the bathroom door. Stevie brushed his short, black hair, indicating some confusion.

When Dwayne entered the bathroom, Stevie stood, looking concerned as he pointed to the trash bin. "Have you been pissing in my diapers? The Hell is wrong with you? I paid good money for those!" Stevie roared angrily.

Dwayne's face turned into a whiter shade of pale. Then all of a sudden, Stevie busted out into a hysterical laugh.

"Oh boy, to see the look on your face. I'm just messin' with you, Dwayne."

Dwayne felt the blood rush back into his face again. Still shaken, Dwayne quietly chirped, "You just called me Dwayne. How did you know my name?"

Stevie wrapped his arm around Dwayne's shoulder and walked outside the bathroom with him. "Roger sent me an e-mail yesterday. He told me about you." Dwayne felt a little better since the headache was shocked out of his system. He gestured Stevie to sit with him on the futon in the living room. Both of the men sat down. After a minute, Dwayne warmed up to Stevie and gave a gentle smile. Dwayne disrobed and Stevie took his jeans off and placed his feet on the coffee table. Stevie's diaper was full of blue-colored, baby-themed printed designs with shapes of baseballs, stars and planes. Dwayne was surprised to see the kind of diaper Stevie was wearing.

"They make baby diapers for adults? I guess that's irony for you," said Dwayne.

"Yeah, well these really are for babies. I'm just a big baby," Stevie chuckled.

"Right. You're almost twice my age and you call yourself a baby? Wait, what?"

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" Stevie took off his leather jacket and left it on the back of the futon. He moved down onto his knees and put his arms on the floor. In front of a very puzzled Dwayne, Stevie crawled on all fours around the living room. After about a minute, Stevie sat up and looked up at the furniture around him. "Come down here and just sit on the floor with me."

Nothing could be stranger, Dwayne thought. He walked beside Stevie and sat on the floor beside him.

"Okay, I'm on the floor. Are you going to teach me how to breakdance? I always wanted to learn how to twist my legs into the shape of a pretzel."

"No, no, no." Stevie pointed up to the ceiling and he moved his pointing finger in a circular motion. "Take a look around you. Tell me what you see."

"I see... furniture that needs cleaning. I wish I had a maid who wouldn't mind the abundance of baby powder in the air."

"Do you remember the very first time you first saw something, touched something, smelled something? Like you didn't know what anything was. It had no name, but whatever that object was -- it was there and you wanted to experience it. It goes like this: reconsider everything you know. Take what you already know, throw it out, and pay no attention to what's happening elsewhere. Be a baby. Be curious and explore everything as if it was your first time experiencing it."

"I have a similar approach," said Dwayne while he looked around. "But I never knew how to apply that."

Dwayne was intrigued by the idea of reanalyzing the world around him. He felt that his mind was in constant mental overload. Dwayne felt easily overcome by all of life's circumstances and obstacles -- and perhaps that was the reason he ventured into the socially taboo act of wearing adult diapers. It was a method to unwind and allow him to comfortably pursue a simplified reality without distraction that brutishly reminded him of his adult responsibilities.

In college, Dwayne took several philosophical courses before he switched his major to Business Law. One of his favorite subjects in philosophy was Ontology, which was the study of Being and existence; weighing the classifications of physical and mental properties and how the perception of those objects changes throughout one's lifetime. He penned an essay on the subject, which was a by-product of several days of lost sleep and a seemingly endless consumption of psychedelic drugs.

In the essay, he opined that maturity in adulthood has an inherent flaw, which is the lack of understanding beyond knowing the definition and the properties of matter. He compared his grievance to reading a news article in a newspaper, which would gratify him with information; yet the knowledge obtained would evoke prejudices that prevented him from understanding the details more. Dwayne always joked to his parents and friends that he was more comfortable answering a question like, "What is this?" than "What do you think about it?"

After Dwayne learned about Henry David Thoreau's work in high school, he invested in Thoreau's many books. Dwayne felt that the answer to the information overload by humankind was the regression to the "natural self," which embraced the simplistic, natural order. One of Dwayne's favorite quotes by Thoreau was, "The world is but a canvas to our imagination." Knowing all there is to know about one thing stifled his imagination -- so Stevie's advice seemed fitting.

"Sounds like I'm going to have some fun then," said Dwayne.

"But, you know, you can still be an adult too. For now, let's just kick back and let go." Stevie smiled and laid on the floor as he curled his toes and rocked back and forth playfully. Dwayne looked at Stevie was an eyebrow raised. Here was Stevie: an slightly overweight, older man who wore a Pampers t-shirt and a baby diaper. It was unusual at first, but Dwayne started to see things differently. He closed his eyes for a few seconds as he sat on the floor with his legs stretched out. Once he opened his eyes, he looked up at the ceiling.

The apartment seemed to be much bigger than before, Dwayne noticed. The floor had plenty of room for him to crawl around in. The shag carpet in the living room felt good on his hands and bare feet. Then he turned to Stevie. Stevie was no longer a man, but an infant who was jovial and easily satisfied. But as soon as Dwayne entered his meditative state, he smelled a foul odor. The odor ended his trance and he suddenly bumped his head on the coffee table nearby. While he rubbed his head, he looked at Stevie's diaper from behind and he noticed noticeable bump on his backside. Stevie moaned and sighed in relief. Dwayne shook his head in disappointment.

"And here I thought to path to enlightenment would be easy," muttered Dwayne.

Stevie laughed heartily while he rubbed his diapered crotch. "It never is -- but I hope you don't mind me askin' this... Would you mind changing me?"

"Oh no..."

[Horndog]

Chapter 7 will be released tomorrow on Friday. I didn't find the time to edit the chapter today.

[Horndog]

Dwayne had no intention of changing anyone's diaper except his own.

"Hey Stevie, I was wondering if you wanted to catch the Super Bowl with me tomorrow. I was thinking maybe you, Roger and I should hang out and watch the game," said Dwayne as he stood outside his bathroom. Stevie was inside, changing himself.

"Man, I can't turn down an invite like that. I'll give my wife, Trisha, a call and tell her that I'll be over here for the afternoon."

"She'll be fine with you watching the game with a bunch of dudes in diapers?"

"She's known about my habits for years, Dwayne. She's fine with it."

Dwayne crossed his arms and leaned up against a nearby wall. "So what's up with you and Roger? Are you guys friends?"

Stevie opened the bathroom door. He came out in a fresh diaper. He stretched his arms and yawned. "Yeah, and it was interesting how we met."

"I believe it was five years ago and I went to the grocery store. See, the thing about me is that I go through diapers quickly -- and sometimes, I go to the store to pick up a bag. I don't give a shit if people stare at me, you know? So I'm shopping and I bump into Roger. At the time, I had no idea that he lived across the hallway from my place. We ended up in the 'personal care' aisle of the store and he's looking at Depends. I sit there with a big grin on my face; my arms are folded and I'm tapping my feet. I clear my throat and he turns around, sees me and he notices that I'm looking at the same thing, but he doesn't know what to think. He takes a few steps back and says, 'Excuse me,' and my response to him was -- get this -- 'The Depends aren't as absorbent as the Attends Briefs,' and he's in complete shock. He starts to walk away and then I tease him a bit more. I told him that he should just get it because it would be cute. He calls me a perv and leaves after that.

About ten minutes later, I arrive at checkout. I'm in one checkout line and he's in the one next to me. I put my bag of diapers on the conveyor belt and then he puts down his own bag, so that confirmed my suspicions. Next, we're out of the store and he's heading to his car and I come up to him in my shopping cart and pass him by -- and I'm carrying on, laughing, acting like a total jerk. He stopped by the trunk of his car and he laughs, but he says something in Spanish. I guess he was cursing, but he then said to me, 'Hey, don't embarrass me in front of the chicks. I don't want them seeing me buy medical supplies. Are you kidding? So you wear them too, huh?' and I unzipped my fly. I showed him and he went nuts, but he calmed down and then said to me, 'At least you understand what it's like.' He gives me his number and he drives off.

I come back to my apartment early in the evening before Trisha came home from work and I sit back in my place, relaxed, at my desk and I give him a call on my cell. I stand up and walk to the kitchen while the phone rings through and then, I hear someone saying, 'Hello?' outside my door and Roger answers the phone at the same time. I'm thinking, 'Wait a second, something is not right here,' so I open up the door and I see he's getting into his apartment. I'm in disbelief. I pointed to him, he pointed back at me. He says, 'What the fuck?' and I say it to him right back. We just met, but we had to give a hug. It was a dream come true: to have someone who was just like me -- and he lived directly across the hallway. My heart's beating and I felt like it was about to leap out of my chest. It was the first time that both of us would have padded play-pals -- and we've hung out with each other ever since."

Dwayne scratched his head as he realized that it was too coincidental that both of them shared the exact same interests and they lived in the same apartment. It's a small world after all, but there aren't a lot of coincidences, Dwayne thought. Then again, without anything and anyone to influence him, he naturally gravitated to diapers, but he initially wanted to wear them out of convenience, not as a fetish or a necessity.

"That's quite a story," said Dwayne, "Forgive me, but I'm not exactly sold on the story."

Stevie smiled and shook his head. "At least you got the guts to call someone's bluff." Stevie pat Dwayne's shoulder as he walked to the futon where he left his pants. He put his pants back on, grabbed his backpack from the bathroom and he waved goodbye to Dwayne. Immediately, Dwayne felt guilty about calling Stevie out on his story. At first, he wanted to say to Stevie, "Hey, you don't have to lie to me. It's all good," but he didn't know how he would react if he heard the full story. Dwayne was caught in between wanting know how they really met and not wanting to know. He feared exposing himself to possible sexual innuendo between two males would jeopardize his interest in diapers.

There were too many coincidences that manifested within the past couple of days. According to Stevie's story, he met Roger at a grocery store while Roger looked at adult diapers. It just so happened that Roger lived directly across from Stevie in the hallway. Both men were infatuated with the same, exact lifestyle and fetish. Was Stevie's story actually truthful? Did Stevie force Roger into diapers or vice versa? Dwayne thought of several fantasy scenarios, which aroused him -- and just like before when he first met Roger -- he didn't understand why. Or maybe he didn't want to understand. He was straight. He felt a homoerotic impulse, which fueled his interest since he met Roger, but what Dwayne was at his apartment, he kept reminding himself that they were only friends and his relationship was strictly platonic.

Dwayne laid in bed for the rest of the afternoon. He folded his arms behind his head, spread his legs out. His diaper was comfortably in place. He looked up at the ceiling and stared at the ceiling fan. Though he appeared relaxed, he felt that he was losing control over his sexuality, which seemed so certain before; now everything was in doubt. He decided to call Gwen on his cell phone. When he reached for the phone at his end table, he took a deep breath and shook his head in disbelief over his personal confusion. He placed the phone up to his ear and listened to the phone ring through. There was no answer. When the phone went straight to her voicemail, Dwayne slid further down his bed in disappointment.

"Hi Gwen, it's Dwayne. It's about a quarter to three and I wanted to touch base with you -- but it would be really great if you could come over to my new pad and hang out for a while -- you know, just as friends. So just give me a call back and I look forward to seeing you. Bye."

Dwayne rubbed his forehead and groaned. He felt a sense of sexual tension inside his diaper; it was like an itch he couldn't scratch. If he were to scratch it, that would affirm his suspicions. He could feel his body getting sweaty and his heart beating quickly. The sexual tension was slowly taking over his conscience. He attempted to distract himself by turning on the television in his bedroom.

The popular TV show, Dr. Phil, was on. Dr. Phil advised a young man, who looked like Dwayne but with shorter hair. The young man slowly rocked back and forth in his hair while he looked down at the floor. He bit down on his lip nervously and groaned.

"Jake, I just wanted to tell you -- and your mother and father -- that it is okay to live the gay lifestyle," said Dr. Phil to him. Jake nodded softly and took a deep breath.

At that moment, Dwayne felt a chill move down his spine.

[DiaperedSpencer]

Great story, please make Dwayne gay!