A Change For The Better

[PamperDivison]

A CHANGE FOR THE BETTER

An original AB / DL narrative

~ Written by Gaahl ~

CHAPTER I

The bus ride to the mall passed by in relative solitude. Daemon had always loved public transportation; he was 19 and still didn't know how to drive. He was a late bloomer when it came to a lot of things; learning how to ride a bike came at age 11, lacing up his shoes at 8, using the toilet at 5. However, driving was one thing he was content with not knowing how to do. The city rolled by, accompanied by the bus' hum. A light gray sky dotted with buildings dwarfed the traffic with its shadows.

As Miles Davis' Kind of Blue filled his ears over his media player (a departure from the usual extreme metal music that Daemon was accustomed to), Daemon felt old memories seep into the fore of his consciousness; for once, ones that weren't traumatic. Daily trips into the city with his father on the bus, then the train were the norm up until his family was torn apart with absolutely no prior warning when he was five. He sighed as he, for the thousandth time, remembered the painful fact that there was the strong possibility that he would never see his parents again. His father had disowned him upon a revelation that would make any normal person sickened, and his mother was out of the picture long before this happened. (Perhaps thankfully so, considering that she would've reacted even more harshly). Daemon had to struggle on his own, thrashing to keep his head above the tides of adult life. He frequently crashed at friend's houses, sleeping on their couches or sometimes even scraping money together to ride out the night in a motel when the former wasn't an option. The bus pulled up to the stop outside the mall, where he made his living.

Daemon shoved his device into his pocket and pulled his earphones off of his head and around his neck, then stepped off, his feet making contact with the pavement. He walked off through the entrance, silently slinking his way through the aisles of the department store. He exited and made his way out into the mall, turned right and walked into the record store. He pulled his nametag out of his hoodie's muff pocket, affixing it to his breast. Daemon made his way over to the box of new releases in the back room and spent the next 45 minutes getting acquainted with the price labeler gun. When one roll was expended, so was the current stack of CDs. (For the record, the CDs were that would provoke Daemon to take notice- despite the fact that the record store was a renowned stomping ground for metalheads such as Daemon to pick up the latest brutality.) When he was done, he picked up a thick stack of the CDs he just priced between his thumb and index finger, got up and walked out into the store itself to place them under the proper artist when an impish-looking figure walked in. Her hair was an orangeish red and her body petite, albeit exceptional. Daemon stroked his goatee in admiration but swiftly turned his attention back to his labor, lest he arouse the customer's suspicion.

The easily distracted young man placed the shrink-wrapped CDs into their "homes" along the aisles. Then, the lady he merely minutes ago had laid eyes on approached him as he stocked the shelves.

"Excuse me sir, can you direct me to the horror movies?"

"Certainly, miss. They're to the right of the checkout."

"Thanks."

Daemon's eyes were fixed on the woman's ass as she walked over to the DVD section. He then turned back to his work after a second or so. Soon enough, the shift was over, and Daemon decided to actually make use of his time at the mall. He bought himself a fattening fried chicken meal at the food court and took his seat alone, watching all the people pass by. When he was finished with the meal, and sucking at the last of the soda in his cup, he got up to throw out what was on his tray. Just when he thought that his business at the mall was done, the pretty young lady appeared again, walking slowly out of the bathroom. Close to her side was a messenger bag which Daemon apparently didn't notice until just now. He wondered about the contents of the bag... He decided to conjure up the courage within him and actually approach her. He was about to pee himself in nervousness; he had little experience with the girls. Good thing he was ensured in the event of that happening...

(So what do you guys think? A second chapter is coming up- soon!)

[warpiper]

i like it so far.

keep up the good work

-piper

[LilKistopher]

The story has potential, I do hope that you continue working on this. Thanks for your contribution. Huggies and Luvs

LK

[PamperDivison]

CHAPTER II

The dark violet shadow of night had overtaken the mall, and bled through the large window of the food court. Daemon walked up to the fine young woman and initiated the conversation:

"Hey, I saw you in the record store. How's your evening been so far?"

"Good, I guess. I've got a good horror flick to keep me company tonight."

"What is it? Sorry for being nosy..."

"Oh, you wouldn't-"

"I'm a huge horror movie fan."

"Umm... Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom."

"I actually have heard of that. It's messed up. In the best way possible though. What's your name, now?"

"Robyn."

Daemon outstretched his hand. "Daemon. Pleased to meet you."

Robyn blushed, and accepted the kind gesture. They walked through the hallways at a leisurely pace.

"So, Robyn, what brings you to our fine shopping center this evening?"

"I had nothing to do. I just got laid off of perhaps the shittiest job in history today. Don't feel sorry for me on this one."

"Well, I hope you find a job that you love soon enough. It's been said that to work a job you love to do is its own salary."

"I never heard that one before! That's genius!"

"I love what I do. Pay's pretty decent too."

"Yeah, you were really nice with me when I came up to you back at the store."

"Thanks. I guess it's just part of who I am, not to sound self-righteous or anything."

"I'm sure it is."

"Well, I think that it's part company policy too..."

Robyn laughed, covering her mouth. "You know Daemon, you're actually really cool."

"Well, are you doing anything?"

"Pfffttt. You men are all the same."

"I- Robyn! Wow, I mean, what did you think were my intentions?"

"Do you think I'm stupid, Daemon? C'mon now."

"I was just wondering!"

Rob blushed a deep red. "Nothing. But you said you were a horror movie freak too, right?"

"Yeah, and a Gorgoroth fan."

"You are?!"

"I noticed your t-shirt. I think my heart skipped a beat when I saw it."

"You better not be saying that just to kiss ass. OK then, Daemon. Favorite album. Now."

"I have no real favorite, but the stuff they did with Hat on vocals was really memorable. That being said, Gaahl was great too. But he pulled a major dick move when he and King ov Hell kicked Infer-"

"You are a fan!"

"They're my favorite band of the entire Norwegian scene."

Robyn let out a fangirlish squee. She then side-glomped him, to which Daemon reacted with a smirk.

"Sorry about that. I'm just really big on these extreme metal bands."

"You're really somethin'."

"I know. I'm just like that."

"Y'know Robyn? I was thinking... nah."

"Tell me."

"Well, do you have someone to watch that movie with?"

"No... but I'd like for you to come along."

Daemon lit up. He leaked, unaware of the magnitude of what he just said. He then looked down at his pants, then looked back up at Robyn.

"What, Daemon?"

"Nothing. Just nothing. So, I'm coming with you over to your place, right?"

"Yeah, it's in the suburbs."

Daemon had noticed that they were almost at one of the exits to the mall. He opened the door for her and gestured her forward. He wondered if Robyn had diapers at her house, or even in her messenger bag.

That was another thing about Daemon worth noting. The "revelation" referred to earlier that his father came across was his son's personal stock of adult baby materials. This included diapers, powder and pacifiers. One fine morning when Daemon was off at school, his father was looking in the closet in Daemon's room. What he found was, in his eyes, worse than any drug paraphenilia, weapons, or porn. Daemon was kicked out of the house following a torturous tirade on how he was "destroyed" and that "his once-precious little boy was now a pedophile". Any attempt on Daemon's part to try and explain himself was absolutely futile; in fact, it only further enraged his father. This is the majority of the world's general reaction to the adult baby / diaper lover community. Banished from his own home, now, more than ever, Daemon turned to his fetish as a healing method. His sweet, (falsely) stigmatized fetish was a metaphorical tourniquet, of sorts, to help Daemon with the hardships of life. Every day, when he arrived to his "crash pad" in his closest friend's basement he would tape on a diaper, pull the covers over his head, occasionaly even plop a pacifer between his lips, and furiously masturbate, often whilst sobbing quietly. After about a year and a half of staying over at friend's houses, the end of Daemon's high school career came. It was time to grow up, which was the absolute last thing Daemon wanted to do. As unceremonious as it was, Daemon was now an adult. He was thrust into a fast-paced, wrathful world of adulthood. But he wanted to be a child again. For too short of a time, Daemon was a child.

Sometimes it's even worse to have experienced too little than to have not experienced at all.

Daemon stepped into the passanger side door of Robyn's car, a sporty, but somewhat dated red roadster. He let out a sigh as she put the key in the ignition and cracked his knuckles. He felt a little uncomfortable with the wetness in his crotch area, even if he only excreted a minute amount. Daemon put his hand out to reach out for a little physical contact before Robyn pulled out of her parking space.

To his surprise, she returned the gesture.

(Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of diaper action within the scenes themselves, but I hope I gave you a rich history behind one of the characters. Trust me on this one, it will get better as the story progresses. I'm building up to something beuatiful.)

[adot]

This is cute! I hope some of the familial rejection stuff isn't too autobiographical, as it is honestly tear-jerking. :-/

[tiggerboy]

Great start to the story. I echo what adot said about the familial rejection theme.

[PamperDivison]

Thanks for all the kind words! Rest assured that it is NOT. Next chapter will probably be uploaded today.

[babynicole]

great job so far! cant wait to read more

[BriBri360]

Wow, of all the places I never expected to encounter Gorgoroth references, nor Black Metal for that matter, was DD.

Having said that, nicely written. Look forward to chapters as they appear.

[PamperDivison]

(Yeah, they're probably my favorite band at the moment. I think they serve well as a sort of contrast for Daemon as a character; on one hand he listens to this badass evil black metal band and at the same time he's an infantilist. Either way, they're both ways by which Daemon tries to distract himself from his pain.)

CHAPTER III

After a few seconds, Robyn pulled her hand away and backed out of the parking space. Daemon was just reminded of something.

"Oh! Hey, um, Robyn?"

"Yes?"

"I need to make a stop somewhere. I just need to pick up something at my friend's house."

"OK. Where's his place?"

"It's on Brayden street in Indie. The industrial district?"

"Oh yeah. That's only 25 minutes from here."

"Thanks."

"No problem, Daemon."

The car ride passed by in relative silence for the next few minutes. Then, Alice decided to break the silence by asking,

"So how'd you hear about Salò?"

"Pardon?"

"The 120 Days of Sodom?"

"Oh. Well I guess I just like to read up on fucked-up movies. Like The Human Centipede and Caligula."

"Have you seen Black Mass Kraków 2004 yet?"

"Can't say I have."

"You have not lived until you've seen that performance."

"I'll take your word for it, Robyn."

"Tell ya what. We'll have movie night, and then..."

"Go on!"

"We can, um... I like you Daemon. In case that hasn't been gotten across to you by now."

"I like you too. And y'know, I'll let you in on a little secret."

"What's that?"

"Oh my God, this sounds pathetic. I might as well let it out now. You're kind of the first person that has ever really warmed up to me. All the other girl's I've tried with gave me the ol' 'friend-zoning'. Or, more often than not, just flat-out gave up on me before the relationship could really begin."

"Ouch. That's harsh. Well, rest assured that I am not like that."

Daemon placed his hand over his mouth, astonished.

"Thanks."

"No problem. I want to help people out, and one thing I've figured out is that a good way to help them out isn't to crush their dreams."

"That's powerful."

Daemon let out a sigh, and a few minutes more passed by. The landscape changed to abandoned, weed-stricken lots fenced in with broken chain-link and towering warehouses and storage vats. He then brought up to Robyn:

"Hey, Brayden street is the next right."

"Got it."

She pulled up to a four-story tenement that was probably constructed in the 19th century and forgotten about since.

"This is where your friend lives?"

"Yeah. I just left some stuff there up in his place, I'll be right down. Don't drive off on me now, got it?"

Robyn chuckled. "Me? I wouldn't."

"That's reassuring. Listen, I'll be back."

Daemon pulled off his safety belt and hopped out the passenger door, shutting it behind him as he jogged up the steps. Robyn tapped her hands on the steering wheel as she put the car in park, as she should have a little bit ago. She turned on the stereo; Tomb of the Mutilated was in the CD player. Movie night was upon her, and the possibility of a little nookie after that, too. Things were looking up.

Daemon rang apartment 4F on the board. A weak, impotent buzz was John's reply, which came a few seconds later. Daemon pulled open the door to the building and stepped inside. A musty reek filled his nose; the peeling yellow wallpaper didn't help things either. By the time he finished his ascent up four flights of stairs, he felt a satisfying burn in his calves accompanied by a shortness of breath. He knocked his friend's apartment. The door swung open, revealing a young man who apparently decided to skip shaving for a couple days, clad in nothing but pajama bottoms. "Hey dude, how was work?"

On Daemon's face was an ear-to-ear grin. "Let's just say... that payday comes early this week." He practically pushed John aside as he made his way over to the bathroom.

When he got in there, Daemon whipped out his studded belt and dropped his trousers. Even though the wetness was barely visible in the front of his Pamper, he untaped it and threw it in the garbage can to the side of the toilet. He pulled out a plastic package from the cabinet under the sink and placed one of its contents between his legs, taping it up. He took the package, a box of wipes and a tube of powder and emerged (hands full) from the bathroom, with his jeans pulled up and his belt fastened once again of course. He found his backpack to the side of the couch which he called bed and unzipped it, placing the package of diapers and his other babyish materials in the compartment. (He had a pacifier in his hooded sweatshirt's pocket.) Daemon reveled in the affirmation to him that his grandest fantasy would come to fruition in mere hours, provided that Robyn was willing to participate. If she's a fan of the most Satanic band on the planet who had a gay singer, then I'm sure she's tolerant of some random guy's sick fetish. Daemon thought to himself. He pulled his bag over his shoulder, with only one strap on.

"Dude... what's gotten into you? It seems like you just won the lottery or something."

"Well John, in a way I just did. I won't be coming home again tonight, I'll call you at around noon tomorrow. Sound good?"

John shrugged. "Well, whatever. Good luck man!"

Daemon waved as he shut the door behind him. On his way down the stairs, he was giddy with emotions; his walking style reflected this. He saw Robyn's car still parked outside out the window, which was good news to him. Before he knew it he was in the passenger seat again, with his backpack in the foot well.

"Ready to go now?" Robyn asked with a smile on her face.

Daemon nodded vertically in response as the redheaded angel changed gears and began to speed off.

Daemon silently confirmed: Now the healing process can begin.

[WBDaddy]

I see this going badly for Daemon...

[PamperDivison]

(I'm not exactly sure what you mean by that.)

CHAPTER IV

"You know what?"

"What's that Robyn?"

"You're kinda cute. Just throwin' that out there."

"Well, you wouldn't be taking me home with you if you didn't think that, sweetie!"

"Oh yeah. That too."

"Let me throw something out there myself."

"Yes, Daemon?"

"You were my best customer this week," Daemon flirted.

"Aw, thanks!"

A car suddenly weaved in front of her, switching to her lane. Her reaction? A honk of the horn, with a cry of "ASSHOLE!

[PamperDivison]

Sorry guys! No chapter for tonight. I got a little bit of a case of writer's block.

[babynicole]

yay! great update

[PamperDivison]

CHAPTER V

One would expect that watching a black metal concert movie with a newfound girlfriend would be at least a relatively pleasurable experience. But not with wet pants, which was a factor beyond Daemon’s control. Daemon sat on the couch with his hand on his forehead for the majority of the duration of Gorgoroth Black Mass Kraków 2004. About halfway through the set, during “Ødeleggelse og Undergang

[PamperDivison]

Hey guys! Sorry about the lack of activity. Rest assured that I still have some big things planned for this story, don't worry your pretty little heads off about that.

[tiggerboy]

Lovely story. Really enjoying it.

[PamperDivison]

CHAPTER VI

The two babies slept for the longest time, never letting go of each other. Daemon purred in his sleep at least a couple of times as a reaction to his dream about what he had missed out on for so long. It was the best kind of dream, one of beauty and simple, pleasurable fun that was in such great contrast to what Daemon had become accustomed to. But now that his hopes were being realized, the dream no longer seemed as such but acted as a re-affirmation of the fates finally beginning to conspire in his favor. It wasn’t until well into the morning that one of them rose, and it was Robyn. Her eyes fluttered open as she stretched. The sunlight poured in through the window over the bed, welcoming Robyn into the first full day of an experiment she had willingly undertaken with her new partner. She took a peek down at her slim body and touched her diaper, feeling the softness of its outer lining. Robyn actually was beginning to think it looked cute on her; she thought it went well with her rainbow thigh-highs. She sighed and laid her head back on the pillow, wrapping her arms back around a lightly snoring Daemon, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. If not for the pacifier in his mouth (which was oh so cute to her) she would kiss him on the lips. “Wakey-wakey, sleepy-poo…