A Journey Through Diapers

[Kinster]

Chapter 1

 

 

My stomach rumbled for what seemed like the 20th time in the past minute. I stared at the last pack of ramen noodles that I had. My name is Adam, I am 21 years old, and I am hungry. Starving actually. Well, maybe not STARVING, but hungry. I recently quit my job to try going full-time as a model. I used to work as a waiter at a local restaurant, but now, I have been working as a model. Based on the sounds my stomach is making, you would know that it has not been going well. I have barely been getting enough money to pay for food, much less the rent on my terrible studio apartment. No, it doesn’t even qualify as an apartment. It is a room—a small room. Well… two rooms really, but the bathroom hardly counts. It had a sink, a fridge, room enough for a bed, and a microwave oven that I got at a garage sale. The bathroom was somehow worse. A toilet and a shower. And I could hardly turn around in that shower.
I made by for a little while, but with jobs coming few and far between, I was getting desperate. I thought it would be perfect. I am 21 and very attractive. I am 5’ 7” with perfect skin, amber eyes, short, dirty blond hair that is always perfectly tousled, and a winning smile. Plus, I looked younger than I was. Not that much younger, but I mostly did modeling for teen stuff. New styles of clothing, sports equipment, school stuff, and for advertisements that needed a happy family, I played the perfect teenage son. My favorite job that I ever had was the swimsuit one that I did. I was finally able to show off that I was actually pretty muscular. Well, maybe not muscular. I am pretty thin, at 5’7”, I am only 135 pounds, but I am very well toned. I am proud of my body, and I finally got to show it off a t that shoot. For the photo shoots, it helped that I still couldn’t grow facial hair. My face is smooth as a baby’s bottom, or however the saying goes. My dad said that it ran in the family. He said he couldn’t grow a full beard until he was in his 30s. I didn’t want to believe him, but it seemed like he was right.
Anyways, back to my stomach, which is still rumbling. I stared at the pack of ramen, knowing that it would be my last food until I got another job. I warmed up some water and put in the noodles, salivating at them as they cooked. When they were done, I ate them ravenously. There was no room for a table in my apartment, so I just ate everything on my bed. When I was finished, I laid back, sighing in happiness. Now, I didn’t know what to do. I had no food, no money, and for at least another three days, no jobs. The gig that had made me think I could go full-time, was a weekly photo shoot that I did for a teen clothing magazine. Once a week, I would go down there, do the shoot with a bunch of different clothes, collect my money, and leave. It was a great gig, but it didn’t really support me fully. I thought if I could just get one more gig like that, I would be fine, but none ever came. So now I was broke and hungry. I had even started putting up posters of myself with my phone number on it, along with a description of what I do. So far… nothing.
I lay there, contemplating what I should do, when I got a phone call. I grabbed the old flip phone that I got to save money, and answered it.
“Hello?” I said
“Hello there. Is this Adam?” A deep, but friendly male voice asked.
“This is, what can I do for you?” My heart was beating faster, hoping it was someone calling for a job.
“My name is John Tucker, and I represent a company called DTD. I was hoping to discuss something with you, regarding your modeling services.” I almost squealed with delight at this.
“Yes of course Mr. Tucker. Did you want to set up a meeting today?” I asked, praying that I could get paid soon.
“Yes, I will be at the Red Bean Café at one o’clock this afternoon. Meet me there, and we can discuss the job.” John said.
I agreed and hung up the phone. I grabbed the best pair of clothes that I had, and sniffed them. They seemed fine. It had been a while since I had done laundry, as food became more important. I took a shower and got cleaned up as best I could. Then I walked to the café, which was only a few blocks from my apartment. I walked in right at one o’clock.
“Adam!” A man waved to me from one of the tables. I recognized the voice as John's. He was tall and muscular, with cropped black hair, and a five o’clock shadow that defined a square jaw. He looked to be in his late twenties, early thirties, and seemed to me like he could be another model. Even from across the room, I could see that he had bright blue eyes, which contrasted his dark hair perfectly. To be honest, he was hot. Very hot. I walked over to him, and as I sat down, I could see that the dress shirt he was wearing was tight enough so that I could see the definition of his chest almost perfectly. The top button was undone, and I could see the line of his collarbone extending to his shoulders. I felt something stir in my pants as I introduced myself.
Did I mention that I am gay? I guess I have made that pretty clear now. Always have been, always will be. I have dated a few guys, but nothing ever lasted. Maybe that’s because I didn’t want it to, but then again, maybe not. I had never really felt that much for any of them. At 21 years old, I wasn’t really too concerned with finding ‘the one’ or whatever, so I hadn’t been trying. Anyways, back to Mr. Hotty.
“Did you get all that?” John asked. I snapped back into reality. We had started talking and my stomach was still rumbling quite a bit. John heard and kindly ordered food for me, insisting that he pay for it. I didn’t object and as I ate it, I had kind of dazed off. This was the best food I had eaten in ages.
“Yeah.” I said, gulping down my food. “You are doing some advertisements for products, and you want me to model them for you. No problem! That’s kind of what I do after all.”
“Yes. This is a multi-week shoot, as we will be photographing everything in our inventory thoroughly, and we want you to be there every weekday, if possible.” My heart jumped when he said this. A multi-week shoot… every weekday… ka-ching! I would be rolling in cash!
“Yes of course! There is one problem. I do another shoot with a separate company once a week.”
“Yes, well we can’t expect you to be there every day, so for now, you can continue with them.” I sighed in relief when he said this, knowing that I wouldn’t have to quit my most reliable gig. John continued, “Now, the address of the shoot is on this paper, along with my contact information.” He handed me a business card and I put it in my pocket.
“Thank you so much sir.” I said. Then I hesitated, “Does that mean I have the job?” I asked.
“Yes it does, I think you will be perfect for it.” He smiled, showing his perfect, brilliant white teeth. “You will get your first paycheck after the shoot tomorrow. It pays two-hundred dollars per day, and we will shoot for at least three weeks, maybe more, depending on how it goes.”
My eyes opened wide when he said the pay. 200 a day?! I’m rich! “Th-thank you so much sir!” I stammered.
“Yes of course,” he said “but there’s no need to call me sir. You can just call me John, or Johnny if you want. That’s what my friends call me after all.” He smiled again and winked at me. “We are going to get to know each other pretty well over the next few weeks I think.”
“We are?” I asked, confused. Then I realized. “Oh! You are the photographer! I should have realized sooner.”
He nodded “Yep! I am the guy who will be looking at you through my camera every day for a while.” He smiled again.
Wait a second… Was he hitting on me? I wasn’t sure, but I really didn’t mind. This guy was very attractive after all. And I especially didn’t want to ruin the gig. I smiled back at him and ran my hand through my hair.
“Well, I hope I can inspire you.” I said.
‘Oh my gosh that was terrible.’ I thought to myself. ‘I used to be good at that kind of stuff’
John laughed, “Well anyways, I should get going, but it was very nice to meet you Adam.”
I said goodbye, and he left, making sure to pay before he did. I went home, excited for the day tomorrow, and cleaned my apartment. I then went for a run as was my usual habit, and came home. It was now getting dark, so I decided to go to bed. I took off my shirt and pants, revealing my black boxer-briefs, climbed into bed, and slept on a full stomach for the first time in a while.
The next day, I arrived at the address on the card that he gave me. It took me a while to get there, as it was a little ways out of town, and I had to take the bus, with a few transfers. It took me a lot longer than I had anticipated to get there, so I was a few minutes late. I looked at the building, which was a warehouse with no real unique features. I would hardly have known it was the right building except that I saw a small plate next to the door that said DTD, the name of the company that John said he worked for. I took a deep breath and walked in. Inside was not what I expected. It seemed like an ordinary office. There was a waiting room with a few couches and a woman, sitting behind a desk, typing on a computer. I assumed she was the secretary and walked up to her.
“Excuse me, my name is Adam Mouse, and I am here for the photo shoot.” I said hesitantly. Mouse is a cheesy last name, I know, but it is way better than my real name, trust me.
The woman looked up at me. “Ah. Mr. Mouse. Room 14, down the hallway.” She pointed down the hallway, and I walked down it. This building was strange. From the outside, a nondescript warehouse, on the inside, an every day office building. I walked past closed doors, numbering up from 1. I got to room 14 and opened it up. Inside, there was a standard photo shoot room. Three white walls, bright lights, and a camera stand to one side, behind it, several chairs, and a table with food and coffee. Sitting on a chair, reading a newspaper was John, the only other person in the room. He looked up at me, and then down at his watch.
“You know Adam, it’s never a good idea to be late for your first day on the job.” He frowned slightly.
“I know. I am so sorry, John. It took me way longer than I thought it would to get here. I had to take three transfers, and walk half a mile to-”
“No excuses Adam.” He interrupted. He stopped frowning, “but I understand. Where do you live?”
I told him my address. “3251 Plainville Ave.”
“Well if you would like, I can pick you up tomorrow. I drive right past there anyway.” He smiled. “It’s really no problem for me.”
“Well I appreciate it sir! It would save me an awful lot of time.” Normally, I would politely decline his offer, but it really was tough to get here. I had given myself an extra hour to get here, and I was still an hour and a half late.
“Now now. I told you not to call me sir. John is fine. Now let’s get started.” He got up and set down his newspaper. “We will start out with what made this company what it is today. The changing room is through that door.” He pointed to a wooden door next to the table with the food.
“Ok thank you.. Er.. John.” I walked into the changing room, which was a small room, with a weird looking table in it. It was a very large table, with a padded top, of a light blue fabric. There were also cabinets in the room, but from what I could see, there were no clothes in it. I walked back out. “Um.. John. There aren’t any clothes in there.”
“The cabinets should be fully stocked. We will start on the right most cabinet and work our way to the left.” He said. “oh wait!” Don’t change just yet. I forgot that Michael isn’t here yet. He will help you get ready. John walked out of the room. I grabbed some food and quickly shoved it in my mouth. A few moments later, John walked back into the room with another person behind him. “This is Michael.”
I looked at the young man who just walked in. He didn’t look to be much older than me, and he grinned at me. He had very long brown hair that came down past his shoulders, and a very thin physique. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, and I could tell that he had probably been wearing those jeans for a few days now.
“Hi Adam. I am Michael.” He spoke with a soft, relaxing voice. “I am going to be the one helping you out today. Now what did you want him to start out with, John?”
“The classic, Michael. I thought it would be a good start.”
I assumed that he would be doing my make-up, and I smiled at him. He smiled back and walked into the changing room, motioning me to follow him. When I walked in, he had a few things set out on the counter. I looked over his shoulder and I saw a bottle of lotion, and what looked like a big plain white diaper.
“Um.. what is that for?” I asked.
“It’s for you.” He responded dryly.
“What are you talking about?”
“It is the classic. That’s what John said.”
I walked out of the room. “Is this some kind of joke?” I asked angrily.
“What are you talking about?” He said innocently.
“That is a diaper. There is no way I am wearing that.”
“Well… that’s kind of what we do here. I mean, it is DTD after all. It’s in the name. DryTime Diapers.” John looked up at me. “Did you not know?”
“I well..” I stammered, realizing what he was saying. “I guess I didn’t.”
“Well… I am afraid so. DryTime designs and produces most of the world’s diapers. Infant diapers, all the way up to adults. We are in the adult diaper wing of the company. They have been advertising the kid’s diapers forever, but now they are going to start a marketing campaign to advertise their other products, teen and adult diapers. That’s what you are here for. I am pretty sure I made that clear yesterday at the café.”
“Yeah… I kind of wasn’t paying attention that whole time… I was really hungry.” I sighed. “I’m sorry John, but I really don’t think I can do a photo shoot in diapers… It’s just… humiliating.”
“I understand, but forgive me for asking, but… You are broke, right?” He asked me.
I blushed and nodded, “Yeah… I guess this whole modeling thing hasn’t really been working out for me.”
“I understand, trust me.” He smiled at me. “There were times when I was first starting that I never thought I could make it, but now, here I am. The thing is… you sometimes have to do jobs that you might not want to. If you want to make it where you want to be, you have to do things you don’t like doing.”
I looked at him, “so is that where you are, John? Doing things you don’t like?”
He smiled at me. “Adam. If you walk out today, there is no coming back here. I know that you have no money, so that means that if you walk out today, you won’t be able to continue your modeling career.” He paused, letting that sink in. “Let me ask you this. Is this really that bad? They’re just diapers. It’s not like we are asking you to shoot a porno.” I hesitated and he continued to speak. “You do this for a little while, and you get paid enough to get yourself back on your feet. Catch up on your rent. Eat real food. Just think about it. I’ll give you a minute.” With that, he motioned to Michael, who was standing in the doorway to the changing room, and they walked out into the hallway. “We will be out here while you make up your mind.” John said.
I sat down in a chair, thinking to myself. Could I really do this? Diapers? I knew in my heart that he was right about one thing: if I walked out today, I would have to get a different job, or I would end up homeless on the streets. Either way, my dream career would be over. I would probably end up shooting gay porn or something, and that is the last thing I would want. I sighed. If I do this, I am on my way. I just knew it. I would have money for the first time in ages. It wouldn’t be fun, but I had to do it. I walked to the hallway and opened the door. John and Michael were in the hallway, waiting for me.
“I’ll do it”

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

They both smiled at me and walked back into the room.
“I am glad you decided to do this Adam.” John said. “I know you are nervous, but let’s get started, we are way behind schedule. Michael will help get you changed, ok?”
“About that..” I said. “I can do it myself, trust me, I am not that dumb.”
Michael spoke up, “Well, the company hired me to put you in them. They want them to look perfect, not like they were done by some halfwit.”
John then said, “Yes Adam. Michael is here to make sure that the diapers look perfect on you.” I flinched when he said diapers. “He is a designer here, and he is the perfect person for the job, trust me. He knows these diapers inside and out.”
I sighed again. Well, at least Michael is kind of cute. I resigned myself to my fate and walked into the changing room. Michael followed me to the door, but didn’t walk in.
“On the table is a pair of skins for you. That way, you won’t have to be naked, ok?” he said. I closed the door and looked on the table. Sitting there was what was essentially a white thong. I held it up. It would cover my dick and balls, and that’s about it. Better than nothing I thought to myself. I had heard of other models using these, and actors for nude scenes, so I knew that it was pretty standard. I took off all of my clothes, and slipped on the thong. It was tight, but it fit. The outline of my manhood was pretty clear, and the string was forcing it’s way into my butt crack. ‘here we go’ I thought to myself, and then I called Michael in. He walked in and closed the door, keeping his eyes down.
“If you could just lay on that table for me, Adam.” He said.
I looked over at the table, and sighed. I climbed on top of it and lay down on my back. The table was soft and comfortable. Michael started grabbing some things from the cabinets. He started talking nervously as he was putting on latex gloves.
“That table is actually one of our products. Made with very soft fabric. It comes in a bunch of colors too. ” He looked at me for a moment. “It’s good that you don’t have any hair down there. Do you shave? Or can you just not grow it?” He grabbed some lotion and a plain white diaper. I looked at him and then looked away, my face turning red. He continued talking.
“Based on your face, I would say that you don’t grow any body hair, but you must have pubes. So you shave that, huh? Good. Keep doing that. You must be wondering about the gloves. They are purely for sanitary reasons. It’s not like I am some sort of proctologist or something.” He laughed nervously.
“Sorry… I am just a bit nervous is all. I talk a lot when I get nervous. I hope you don’t mind.” By now, he had squeezed some lotion onto his hand.
“This is just lotion, and I will only be putting it on the areas where the edge of the diaper will be rubbing. It should prevent the skin from getting red. So… your waist.” As he said that, he rubbed some lotion around on my waist. I flinched at the cold feeling as he put it on.
“and… your legs.” He rubbed it around on the very top of my legs, where the leg holes of the diaper would be. As he rubbed it around, he came very close to brushing up against the pouch of my thong, but he didn’t. “and a little on your lower back as well. So if you could just roll over for me.” I rolled over, and he rubbed some lotion on my lower back, right above my butt cheeks.
“Ok, that’s it for the lotion. And now, the diaper. If you could roll onto your back again.” I rolled on my back, still too embarrassed to say anything. Michael continued talking. “This is one of our oldest designs. The Classic. Pure white. It was actually designed to look like a cloth diaper, because they thought people wouldn’t like the disposable kind. Lift up please.” He looked at me as I lay there, not moving. I looked up at him, confused at his request. He continued. “Your butt. Lift it up. I am going to slide the diaper underneath you.”
I blushed “oh” I said, “I didn’t realize. Sorry.” My voice was quiet, and I looked up at the ceiling. I lifted up my butt and he quickly slid it underneath me.
“Now this part will just take a minute. I have to do it perfectly.” Michael said. He started folding the diaper over, taking his time to make sure it was perfectly adjusted. He had stopped talking now, as he was concentrating very hard on what he was doing. He lowered his head to the table, looking at every edge of the diaper as he folded it over the top of my junk. He kept adjusting it over and over, having me slide this way and that on the table. After he thought it was perfect, he grabbed the tapes, and taped it up. He took another minute to adjust it perfectly after that. And then he finally stepped back.
“Perfect. Ok, you’re all set.” I sat upright on the table, and Michael was admiring his work proudly, staring at the diaper. I then realized that I was in my first real diaper since I was a toddler. “One thing before you go. Try and keep your knees apart when you walk. If you stand up straight, the diaper could fold, and then I have to get a new one.”
I sighed.
“You want me to waddle?” I asked.
Michael’s eyes lit up. “Yeah! That’s the perfect word for it!” I looked at him, slightly annoyed. He realized how excited he had sounded and then said “Oh. Er… yeah. Whatever works for you, Adam. Just try not to stand up straight is all.”
“Yeah thanks.” I said blankly. Then I walked back into the other room. John was sitting in a chair, drinking a cup of coffee. He smiled when I walked in.
“Alright! You are all ready. Now we have about two hours until lunch, so we will just roll right through some basics, ok?” I stood in front of the camera, and then next few hours were like any other photo shoot. I would do whatever pose John wanted, John would take a bunch of pictures, Michael would adjust the lights, then I would do a different pose, John would take a bunch of pictures, Michael would adjust the lighs, so on, so forth. The only thing that changed, was about one hour into the shoot, they had me put on a plain white t-shirt. I was grateful for the warmth, but the t-shirt looked like it had almost been designed to show off the diaper. It did nothing to cover the diaper. We then continued on, the same as before.
“Ok that does it for that pose, thanks Adam. Let’s break for lunch!” John said.
“Thank goodness” I said, sighing with relief.
“Oh it wasn’t that bad, was it Adam?” John asked,
“I don’t know John…” I responded. “Can I take this thing off now?” I asked, pointing at the diaper.
Michael responded, “No, unless you want me to put another one back on after lunch of course. It’s fine if you take it off, but it’s easier if you don’t. Also, don’t put your pants or underwear back on. It will ruin the look of the diaper.”
I sighed. “Well can I at least get a robe or something?” I waddled over to a chair, doing my best job to keep the diaper from crinkling and folding too much, like he had asked. I sat down on the chair, grabbing a cup of coffee and taking a sip.
John let out a tiny smile as I did this, and then said, “of course. Michael, go and find Adam a robe.” This time, it was Michael who sighed. He got up and left the room, muttering something about having no idea where a robe would be.
John reached down and grabbed his cell phone. “What do you want to eat Adam? They will bring us almost anything that we ask for. This place really knows how to do lunch breaks.”
“Oh really?” I said, surprised. “Well… um.. I’m not sure what I want. Pizza maybe?”
John laughed heartily, “Anything in the world, anything at all… and you want pizza.” He smiled at me, “I think you and I will get along famously. Pepperoni, ok?”
I smiled at him and nodded. He dialed something on his phone and asked for a pepperoni pizza. “So what do you think of it?” He asked.
“What do I think of what?” I responded
“The diaper, silly!” He laughed again.
“Oh. Um… Fine I guess. It’s actually pretty soft.” I shifted in my seat, feeling the soft lining of the diaper against my butt. “It’s just this thong that is really uncomfortable. It has been giving me a wedgie all morning. The string keeps riding up my butt.” I looked at John, who blushed and looked away. Then I blushed. “Oh. Um. Sorry. I can be kind of blunt. I didn’t mean to…” I trailed off. John cleared his throat and turned back.
“It’s perfectly alright. I did ask after all.” He said. We sat in silence for a moment. “They make nice products though.” John said. “They know what they are doing.”
“yeah.” I said awkwardly. We sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping coffee. I was eagerly waiting for Michael to return with a robe. There was a knock on the door, and John got up and answered it. He opened the door, and the same woman who was at the front desk was there, holding a pizza box. She smiled at me, and my face turned beet red.
“Hello Adam,” She said, giggling at the sight of me. I buried my face in my hands, blushing furiously. She then handed the box to John and walked away. He walked back over to the table and set the pizza down.
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. Everyone here knows what you are doing here.” John said, trying to comfort me. “There was a memo and everything.”
I didn’t respond, but instead went and grabbed a piece of pizza, still blushing. We ate in silence for a few minutes, when Michael walked in with a white bathrobe draped over his shoulder. “It took me forever to find one of these, but here you go.” Michael handed the robe to me, looking slightly annoyed at the trouble he just went through. I thanked him and stood up and slipped it on. We all ate for a few moments silently, then I had a thought.
“So, is there a woman doing modeling for you as well?” I asked
“I’m sure there is. I haven’t heard of it, but they most likely will. After all, some of these products are designed specifically for women.” John responded. “But I am not taking those pictures. They hired me to do the guys photos.”
“Oh. I see.” I said.
We finished eating, and John stood up. Well, let’s get started, I think next we will do the wet photos. Michael, could you grab the bag?”
“Wet photos?” I asked
“Yeah. The photos where the diaper is wet.” John said.
“What?? Are you kidding me?” I said angrily “There is no way I am wetting a diaper for a stupid photo shoot! That is insane!”
John responded calmly, “That is why Michael is getting the bag. It is just a bag with a tube on one end. We will stick the tube down the back of the diaper, and release some fluid into it. It is really no problem.” John pointed to Michael, who was now holding a red rubber bag with a tube coming out of the bottom of it.
“But…That’s so… weird!” I stammered, looking at them pleadingly.
“Well that’s what they want. If you are too afraid, you can leave. You just won’t get any money.” John said, exasperated. “Come on Adam, we already went over this. It won’t be that bad.”
I sighed, giving up. “Fine. But why do we need that bag?”
Michael responded, “Well, it has to look like you actually wet the diaper. If we just poured it in, it wouldn’t look right. With this,” he said, holding up the bag full of fluid, “it will look just right.”
“ugh. Let’s get this over with.” I said. Michael walked behind me, and with his hand, pulled the back of the diaper open just a little bit. I felt something cold brush up against me as he put the tube down the back of the diaper. Then I heard a click and I felt cold water rush out of it and into the bottom of the diaper. My face blushed as this happened, and John had his eyes fixated on the diaper. I craned my head and looked down, and I could see the diaper start to change color. It was changing from white, to a yellow color, as it filled.
“You never said that it would be yellow!” I exclaimed
John sighed. “What other color would it be?”
The cold water continued to rush into the diaper as John and I argued about it. I felt the rush turn to a trickle, and then it stopped. Michael pulled the tube back out and put away the now empty bag. I looked down at the diaper. Based on what it looked like, anyone would think that I had flooded this diaper. It was sagging now, and everywhere that the water had reached, the diaper was yellow. I blushed, realizing that now, I was in my first wet diaper since I was an infant.
“There. Not so bad, right? Now we weill start with the t-shirt photos. ” John asked, soothingly.
“Whatever. It’s too late now. Let’s do this.” I said. I dropped the robe onto a chair and waddled over to the set, this time, waddling because the diaper was forcing me to, not because I had been told. I felt the diaper rub against my legs now. It was cold and it hung lower than it did before. The next few hours of the shoot were almost identical to the first few. He would have me pose, this time in a wet diaper and t-shirt, and then take a bunch of pictures. Then we would switch it up and keep going. Other than the fact that the diaper was now sopping wet, there was almost no difference.
“Ok. I think that is good. Now for the wet diaper, with no t-shirt. So if you would take it off please, Adam.” John asked. I did as told, tossing the t-shirt onto a chair. I shivered as I struck a pose. The cold dampness of the diaper was giving me a chill. We continued for another few hours, and it seemed like I just got colder and colder. Eventually, I got fed up with it.
“John, I am freezing in this, can we turn the heat up or something? Maybe give me something to wear?” I asked
“I noticed you were shivering a little bit. It kept ruining the photos.” He responded. “But I think we have what we need of this set. So thanks Adam, that’s a wrap!”
“Oh thank god!” I exclaimed. “I can finally take this dang thing off!”
Michael piped up. “Just toss it in the bin in the changing room. And you can leave the thong on the table. We will wash it for you tomorrow.”
I ran into the changing room, my diaper crinkling loudly and flopping against my legs. I tore it off, throwing it angrily into the diaper bin that was sitting next to the changing table. I got dressed and went back out into the room, where John was packing up some of his things, and Michael was putting other things away.
“Well, thanks guys. It was an interesting experience, but I don’t think I will do it again.” I said confidently. “I am very appreciative of your work here, but it’s not for me.”
“You’re quitting?” John said, disappointed. “No way!”
“I’m sorry John, it’s just that if anyone saw any of those photos, I don’t think I could take it.” I said.
“Well, people are going to see them.” John said. “They paid us to take pictures for their advertisements, and that’s what we did. You don’t really have a say in the matter. Now, your only options are to take more pictures, make a bunch of money, and have your picture in the advertisements, or to quit now, make no money, and still have your pictures in the advertisements. The way I see it, there is only one right choice.”
I stared at him speechless. Michael spoke up. “Yeah. I already sent the first pictures we took up to the marketing department. They already started sending customers e-mails advertising for the classic.”
“What? No…” I said, hopelessly.
“Hey,” John said, “we don’t have to talk about this now. I will drive you back to your place, and you can think it over. Send me a text if you want to continue. If you don’t, fine. If you do, that’s fine too.”
With that, Michael left, and John and I walked to his car. I got in, and John silently drove me to my apartment. When we got there, John handed me a check for the money I had earned. I took it, thanked him and got out of the car. I said goodbye and walked up the stairs to my apartment. I sat down on my bed, staring at the check. I shook my head out of my stupor and realized that I was hungry again. I walked over to the bank, cashed the check, and then took a bus to the grocery store. I picked up some groceries with my newfound money and realized that this job was my only option. I realized that if I hadn’t done that today, I wouldn’t be at the store, buying food right now. It hit me like a wrecking ball. This is my only option. As I was checking out my items, I sent John a text. It just said this: Let’s do it.

 

 

[Pierry Louys]

Great start ! So real ! 

Now I want to see where this is going 

[Sarah Penguin]

[Eagle0769]

That was one of the best stories I ever read keep going.

[timlandolt]

Nice

[Kinster]

Chapter 3

 

A few more days passed and I had started to get used to the photo shoots. John would pick me up in the morning, and we would drive out to the warehouse. There, Michael would change me into whatever product I was wearing that day. One day, it’s a teen diaper for bedwetting that has designs of sports stuff on it, the next it’s a pull-up style diaper with wetness indicators. So on, so forth. Every day after lunch, they would fill the diaper with yellow water and take more pictures. Sometimes they would give me a shirt to wear. On the third day, I asked if they could warm the water up before they put it in, so that I didn’t get so cold during the shoot. Michael happily obliged, and although it felt nice not to be so cold, the warmth in the diaper always felt strange. Not bad, but strange. I started to plan when I used the bathroom. The first time I had needed to use the bathroom during a shoot, John jokingly said ‘why not use the diaper’. There was no way that was happening so I had to take it off and go through the whole ordeal of putting a new diaper on. So I had started to plan my bathroom breaks. I would go right before the shoot, and then I would hold it until the day was over. This worked very well, and after a few days, I hardly even thought about it anymore. It became normal to wear them. It even started to feel good.
The money felt good too. I was eating right, and I even went to see a movie with John. I thought it was a date, but he told me several times how nice it was to have a friend like me. I think he prefers to stay professional with people he works with. I have kind of been hoping that he would officially ask me out, but so far, no such luck.
A week passed, and things stayed as they had been. Then, on Friday, John approached me.
“Hey Adam. These photo shoots have been going really well.” He said.
“Yeah. It felt weird at first, but I think I am over it.” I had already gotten dressed, and we were walking out the door of the building.
“Well, there is another opportunity to make some money if you want.” John said.
“Yeah? What’s that?” I asked
John continued, “Tomorrow, there is a shareholders meeting at The Loft restaurant. I am sure that they would appreciate it if the person who has been such a big part of their marketing campaign were there.”
“The Loft? That super fancy restaurant on the top floor of that office building?” I asked. I knew that the restaurant he was talking about was one of the most expensive in the country, and I could hardly resist the temptation to go there.
“That’s the one.” John smiled. “The thing is… the shareholders meeting is to unveil one of their new products. They would want you there to show everyone what it looked like… In person.”
I looked at John and laughed. “Whoa, no way! I am not going to go up in front of a bunch of people I don’t know wearing some diaper.”
“I thought you would say that. The thing is… It pays quite a bit.” He whispered to me how much it would pay. I was shocked. That much for one night?? These people were crazy!
“With that money, you could finally get a nicer apartment. Not a great one, but better than the one you’ve got.” John said.
He was right. As much as this new money had been great for me, I needed more. Already, my mind was going from thought to thought, about what I could do with it. We got in John’s car and he started driving me home.
“So, just one night?” I asked
“Yep. You just have to show up and mingle with them for a while, and then, once they are ready, you will change into the new prototype.” John said.
“Ok I will do it.” I sank into my seat, “But you have to promise me one thing.” I said.
“What’s that?” John asked.
“I get to eat and drink whatever I want from that restaurant. I’m not going to go to the best place in the city, and not fill my face. Got it?”
John laughed uproariously, “Well I couldn’t imagine it any other way!”
We continued talking all the way back to my place. I looked over at John and thought to myself “I think he is starting to fall for me.” I smiled at him as I got out of his car. I waved good-bye and went up to my apartment. I called my landlord and told them that I would be moving out of my apartment by the end of the month. I was so happy to be leaving that place. After I finished talking to them, I went and got a newspaper and started looking at new places. With that money, I could probably afford a decent two-bedroom apartment. I found a couple listings, and I made some appointments to see them the day after tomorrow. Eager to get out of my tiny place, I started packing up a few things. I wanted to be out of here as soon as possible. I went to bed early that night and when I got up the next morning, I had gotten a text from John.
“Be there at 6 tonight. Dress nicely.” I responded with a quick “sure thing” and made myself some breakfast. The day went by normally. I packed a few more things, ate a light lunch, got dressed in the best clothes I had, and went to the restaurant. When I got there, I marveled at the building, reaching up higher than all the others. I entered, and there was a secretary at the desk. I went up to her and said I was here for the DTD shareholders meeting. She smiled and directed me to the restaurant elevator. It went straight to the top, and I was very nervous. When I got there, it was very busy with people setting things up. There were several staff members moving tables around, setting up plates, and making the place look great. I saw John setting up some photography equipment in the corner and I walked over to him.
“I didn’t realize you would be photographing this thing.” I said as I walked over.
He looked at me and smiled. “You look nice,” He said sheepishly, “and yeah, of course I am doing this event. They hire me for all of their stuff like this.”
“I should have realized.” I said, “So no one is here yet?” I asked
“No. I figured I would tell you to get here a little early, just in case.” He smiled, “I guess you got better at being on time. By the way, your changing room is just back there.” He pointed to the door. “For the first few hours, you can just be in what you’ve got on, but once the actual meeting starts, you should go and get ready.”
“Sounds good.” I said, making a note of the unmarked door in the back of the room. The next few minutes passed by slowly. I sat there, drinking a glass of water, and watched them set things up. Eventually, the waiters cleared out, and people started to enter. They were mostly older white guys. Typical investors. I smirked at them. So rich and carefree. A waiter walked past me with a tray of appetizers and I grabbed one. I popped it into my mouth and I was in heaven. It was delicious. I didn’t even know what it was. Some sort of stuffed mushroom or something. I ate a few more and decided I should save my appetite for the main course. Looking over at the bar, I could see that they were serving drinks. I walked over and ordered a vodka lemonade. I took a sip and realized that everything in this restaurant just tasted way better than anything else. I had finished two vodka lemonades by the time everyone had showed up. Most of them recognized me and wanted to shake my hand. It seemed strange to me that all of these people liked this company so much, but it felt nice to have people that recognized me. I smiled with them and even took some selfies with them. They kept ordering me more drinks, and I drank them down happily. Eventually, Michael came up to me and whispered into my ear, “Adam, it’s time to change.” I was very tipsy by this point, and glad to see Michael. I put my arm around his shoulder and whispered loudly into his ear.
“Right now? But I haven’t finished my drink!” I laughed at my own joke, and chugged the rest of it. Michael smiled and rushed me into the changing room.
“Listen Adam, this is very important ok, so try not to embarrass yourself too much.” Michael said hurriedly. He was helping me out of my clothes. I realized that I had maybe drank a little too much and tried to snap out of it. I gave my cheek a little slap as Michael unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. This was all standard for me now. I didn’t feel strange letting Michael see me like this.
“Hey, do you want something to help with that drunk feeling?”
“Yeah, whaddya got?” I was slurring my words.
“I have a pill that should help. It’s just a water pill, but it should help take a little of that woozy feeling away, ok?” Michael pulled a small bottle out of his pocket and took a pill out. He handed it to me.
“I’ll grab you a glass of water, finish getting undressed. I will be right back. Just lay down on the floor. There isn’t a changing table in here, so the floor will have to do.” He said.
I took off my clothes and tossed them aside. I lay down on the floor, and Michael walked in with a glass of water. He handed it to me, and I took the pill, drinking the entire glass.
“Ok, now lets get you ready.” Michael knelt down next to me and set down a bag of supplies. I lifted up my but without him asking and he slid the diaper underneath me. “I am going to use some powder today if you don’t mind. It should prevent chafing, and I’m sure the investors would love the smell of it.” Before I could object, he had sprinkled baby powder all over my diaper area.
“Oh jeez. Thanks, now I smell like a two year-old.” I complained.
Michael didn’t respond as he taped the diaper up. Immediately, I noticed the thickness.
“This is our new prototype. Designed for one thing, capacity. It should be able to hold two gallons of fluid, almost twice as much as the leading competitor.” He explained.
I stood up. The diaper forced my legs apart and even if I wanted to close them, it seemed like there was just too much bulk. Michael smirked at the sight.
“I helped design it, but wow, maybe we went a little overboard. Oh well, it’s too late now. Let’s go.” He motioned for me to follow him. I waddled after him, with my legs comically spread out. It was very difficult to walk in this, and now the realization sunk in. I am about to go out in front of dozens of people like this. I gulped. There was no turning back now.
We walked down a hallway, and came up onto the stage that they had set up for the event. I was backstage with Michael, and as we looked out, we could see the investors sitting in their chairs, looking at some old guy who was speaking at a podium.
“He must be the owner of the company,” I thought. He talked for a few minutes, and then I saw him gesture to the side of the stage, and say “So we are pleased to announce our newest product: The Supermax!” As he said this, Michael gave me a little shove, and I stumbled on stage. I was dazed in the bright lights for a moment, but then I did what I was there to do: Smile. I smiled as the investors cheered. I was not feeling drunk at all anymore. Whatever Michael had given me was helping. That, along with the adrenaline rush I just got, made me feel energized. I stood up there for a few minutes while the old guy described the features of the diaper, pointing at me whenever he needed to emphasize something. Everyone was intently listening to what he was saying, and I heard John’s camera going crazy from the other side of the room. After a minute or two of that, the old guy finished, and he stepped down.
The old guy said, “and now, everyone enjoy your meal.” He clapped his hands twice and waiters started rushing in with plates of food. Michael waved me back over and I walked to him.
“Good job. Feeling better?” He asked
“I guess so…” I hesitated. “It sounded so much easier, but I am terrified. I’m not sure I am going to make it through the night.”
“No, you’ll be fine. The hard part is over, now all you have to do is sit there and eat your food. Just grab another vodka if you need some courage.” Michael smiled warmly. “I’ll get one for you. You can sit with John and me. We have a table in the back.”
I nodded and followed Michael to the back table. I could see that everyone was staring at me, but I did my best to ignore it. Michael went to get me a drink, so I sat down at the table waiting for him to return. John walked over; he had his camera around his neck. He smiled at me and took a quick picture of me as I sat there.
“Oh come on. I’m sure you have enough by now.” I said, a little upset.
“Hey, it’s my job after all.” John smiled. “You are doing great. Just a few more hours. Gotta let these old guys party.”
I smiled at him. John sat down next to me, and drank from a glass he had. Michael returned with two drinks and handed them both to me.
“A little liquid courage.” Michael said.
I thanked him and started to drink them. John smiled. “Nervous, huh? I guess it’s a little different when there are a bunch of people around.”
I nodded, sipping my drink. John stood up, “Well have fun, I have to keep working. And it’s ok to drink, but remember, that diaper isn’t coming off until every one of these guys is gone.” He walked away.
I turned to Michael. “What? I can’t use the bathroom?”
“What did you think? This is the only prototype, and these guys need to see it in action. If you take it off to pee, then we can’t exactly put it back on. Those tapes are one time use only.” Michael said. “If you take it off, it kind of ruins the purpose of the meeting.”
I gulped, knowing that I would have to hold it for another few hours. I could already feel my bladder getting full, but now I was more nervous than before. I looked in front of me at the two glasses of vodka lemonade I had just finished.
Over the next few minutes, the adrenaline rush from being on stage wore off, and I could feel the effects of the alcohol really start to kick in. Even as I sat at the table, eating the delicious food they had brought for me, I felt woozy. Michael looked over at me and saw that my face was pale.
“Hey, are you ok?” He asked, concerned
“I think I drank too much.” I said, groggily
“Well, you did have nine of those vodkas… Anyone would feel like that. Do you want me to get you a glass of water or something?” He asked
“No… I’ll be ok. I think I am just going to sit here for a few minutes.” I said.
Michael nodded and went to mingle with the investors. I sat there, trying to regain my composure. Several investors walked over to my table and stood there, occasionally glancing at the diaper and frowning. As time wore on, I felt myself gain control of the woozy feeling, but it was quickly replaced by pain coming from my bladder. I needed to go. Now.
I stood up and waddled over to John, who was taking pictures from the back of the room.
“John!” I whispered. “I need to go. Now.”
He looked over at me with a look of pity. “Well… That’s too bad.” He said. “No one is going to let you pee anywhere except for in that diaper.”
I gulped. “John, please. I can’t do it. It’s humiliating.”
He just shook his head. “Once you go, you’ll realize it’s not that bad. I mean, if you think about it, you’ve had a wet diaper on every day for the past two weeks. Is this really that different?”
I knew deep down that he was right. I didn’t have a choice, and I did kind of agree to this. It was my own fault that I was in this predicament. I noticed that several of the investors had turned to face me. I knew what they wanted, but I wasn’t going to give it to them. I turned back to my table and slowly walked back over. The fact that my legs were being forced apart by the bulk of the diaper made it harder to hold it in, since I couldn’t cross my legs. I sat back down at the table, determined to hold it in until everyone was done. I looked around and saw that almost everyone was finished with their food. Waiters were clearing tables. People would be leaving soon! That’s when the owner of the company went back to the podium. He turned on the microphone and said three words that dashed my hopes.
“Time for dessert!” He laughed happily, his cheeks rosy from the alcohol he had been drinking. When he said that, I almost screamed. Dessert. That meant another hour at least. I couldn’t make it that long. I stood up. Maybe I could sneak out. I slowly made my way to the changing room. Unfortunately, as the only person in the room wearing nothing but a diaper, I stood out like a sore thumb. Before I could even take two steps towards the door, one of the investors came over to me and started talking about how much he loved my pictures. I tried to be polite, but the pain in my bladder was unbearable. Just when I was about to make a break for it, John walked over and handed me a drink.
“Just let it happen. There is no use running now.” He said. His words echoed through my head. ‘Just let it happen.’ It repeated in my head over and over, and all of a sudden, I let go. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh as I did, and the man talking to me went quiet and just looked down at the diaper. As I released it into my diaper, a wonderful euphoric feeling took over. The pain in my bladder subsided, and the only thing going through my head was relief. As I continued to wet the diaper, I opened my eyes to see almost everyone in the room staring at my diaper. I blushed furiously and tried to stop the flow, but I couldn’t. The pee gushed into the diaper for what seemed like forever. I looked down and could see that it was changing colors and sagging down a little bit. True to it’s word, the Supermax diaper took every drop. As I finished peeing, John patted me on the back lightly.
“Feels better, huh?” He said, comfortingly.
I nodded, humiliated over what had just happened. As the diaper absorbed the last drops I had to offer, everyone turned back to the party. I realized that nobody really cared. The investor who had been talking to me before it happened, continued to talk about my photos. John smiled and whispered into my ear.
“Remember, everyone here has already seen you in a wet diaper. It’s nothing new to them. Relax, have some fun if you can.”
I looked at him, still embarrassed, but feeling much better. Maybe I could have fun. I took a sip of the drink he had handed to me. After a few minutes, I felt much better. John was right. For all they knew, those pictures that they had received of me were real. I kept sipping my drink, and before too long, I was laughing with the investors, telling stories, and so on. As the waiters were bringing dessert out to the tables, I felt the need to pee again, but this time, I didn’t hold back. What’s a little more pee to a thirsty diaper after all? I released it into the diaper, feeling it warm up again and sag a little bit more. The diaper was living up to its name. As the night continued, people kept handing me drink after drink. By the time we were finished with dessert, I was drunk again, and had pissed the diaper two more times. It seemed like I was going a lot more than usual, and I remembered the pill I had taken earlier. A water pill. I thought to myself “that must be it,” but I didn’t care now. I was having a good time. As people started to leave, they all made sure to shake my hand. I heard lots of them complementing Michael on his design. Over the next hour, people slowly filtered out of the restaurant, and I continued to occasionally pee into the diaper. By now, the diaper was sagging heavily, but even still, it looked as if it could hold twice as much as what was in there.
As the last investor left, Michael walked over to me and examined the diaper. “Hm. I think there are still a few things to work out. The capacity is great, but I need to figure out a way to stop it from sagging so much.” Michael pulled out a notepad and wrote a few things down. “By the way, we weren’t entirely honest with you. As well as a shareholders meeting, this was also the first test of that design.”
I should have known. The way everyone kept giving him drinks. The water pill. It was all starting to make sense. They had wanted him to soak that diaper.
“But, don’t you have other people for that?” I asked, confused.
Michael responded, “Well normally, yes, but we only finished the design yesterday, so we didn’t really have time to give it a proper test. Thanks for your assistance though! We couldn’t have done it without you.”
John, who had been photographing me almost every moment since I first wet the diaper, walked over. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything, but if I had told you what we needed you to do tonight, there was no way you would have come.”
I was trying to absorb all of this information, but at this point, my head was starting to feel fuzzy. I sat down on a chair, woozy, and after that, I don’t remember a thing.

 

[Sarah Penguin]

Aww poor Adam he got played and now he's going to swear revenge against all diaper makers in Gotham!

[Kinster]

I woke up to a pounding sensation in my head. Where was I? I opened my eyes and looked around. I must have blacked out. I examined the room I was in. It wasn’t my apartment, that’s for sure. I was in a king size bed with white sheets. The room around me was all white too. White walls, white furniture, there was even a picture frame that was just a bunch of shades of white. I sat upright in the bed. That’s when I noticed that I was wearing a diaper. It wasn’t the same one as last night. What was going on here? I also noticed that the diaper was wet. I pulled the sheets off of me, and looked down. I wasn’t wearing anything besides the diaper, which was white, except for the yellow part, and some blue wetness indicators which were halfway gone. I got out of the bed and went to the door. I opened it up and saw John, standing there in just a pair of athletic shorts. He was in the kitchen of a beautiful open-concept house, with an enormous bay window looking out over the city. He was cutting up some vegetables, and he had something cooking on the oven.

“What is going on, John?” I asked.

“Oh, you’re up. Good.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Sorry about everything last night. You were really drunk and passed out, so I took you home with me. I was a little worried.” He went back to cutting the vegetables. “What do you think of my place?”

“It is beautiful, but maybe a bit too… white.” I smiled as I walked in to the kitchen. I watched as he cut the vegetables, his muscles rippling across his chest.

“Yeah I know. I haven’t had time to really change up the color scheme and make it my own yet. I only moved in last week.” He threw the vegetables into the frying pan. They sizzled excitedly.

“I see. So umm… If you don’t mind me asking, why am I in another diaper?” I asked awkwardly.

“Well, that’s mostly because I didn’t want you ruining my furniture.” He laughed, “You were kind of peeing like a racehorse last night.”

I blushed, remembering the humiliation of peeing in that diaper last night. “Well, I guess I can’t fault you for that. Do you mind if I change now?” I asked

“Sure, but do you want to eat first? This food is ready, and I don’t want it to get cold.” John smiled, holding out a plate with an omelet on it.

I sighed. John has seen me in a diaper before, why should I mind now? Plus, if I changed, then I wouldn’t be able to stare at his perfect body anymore.

“Yeah sure.” I said. I took the plate, went over to the table and sat down. John grabbed his own plate and sat down next to me.

I took a bite. “Wow, this is delicious!” I said.

“Thanks!” John smiled at me.

“So, do you always walk around half naked in the morning?” I asked playfully

“Oh my gosh! I forgot that this was all I was wearing!” John laughed. “Yeah… I prefer to sleep in these. I guess I forgot about it. I guess it’s ok. After all, I get to look at you through my camera all day long! Why not return the favor?”

I smiled at him, blushing slightly. We continued to eat and talk about various things, and when I finished, I stood up.

“Well thanks so much for breakfast, but I have to get going. I am supposed to look at apartments today. Where are my clothes?” I asked as I took my plate over to the sink.

“I have them laid out in the bathroom for you. You are welcome to take a shower too.” John said. “Just toss your wet diaper in the bin.”

I blushed when he mentioned my diaper. I walked over to the bathroom and saw my clothes neatly laid out there. I took off the diaper and hopped in the shower. It was heavenly. I probably took much longer than I should have, but I couldn’t resist. It seemed like everything in this place was luxurious to the max. I got out of the shower, and put on my clothes. I sniffed them. He must have washed them for me! They smelt wonderful, like lavender.

I stepped out of the bathroom, and saw that John had gotten dressed as well. I was almost disappointed when I saw him there, lying on the couch, his muscles hidden behind his dress shirt.

“Well thanks a lot, John.” I said. “I really appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Yeah no problem,” he said. “That’s what I’m here for.” He smiled at me. I waved goodbye and left.

That day, I had trouble concentrating on very much at all. It seemed like my headache had started up as soon as I left John’s place. No work today, I just had those appointments. I looked at several places, and decided on a two-bedroom apartment that was pretty close to John’s place. I was so excited to get out of my old place, that I started moving my stuff in there that night. Over the next few days, I moved apartments, and John and I became even closer. Now, after work, I would usually go to his place and we would watch a movie or sometimes we would go out to the bars. Work was the same as usual. It was just a new diaper every day. I noticed that the diapers were going from plain white to designer diapers with patterns on them. One day, Michael told me that patterns were the new fad. So now, it was diapers with designs. One day, it was a green one with cartoon figures on it that disappeared when it got wet. The next day, it was a perfectly baby blue diaper, which turned into a deep blue with wetness. Every day, it was just a new design. I didn’t mind. Some of the designs were actually pretty cool. Plus, the money was rolling in.

 

Another week had passed, and I was at work. We were eating lunch. Today it was seafood pasta. I had my robe on, covering up the diaper I was wearing. The diaper was plain white with bunches of bananas on it. Michael said that when this one got wet, the bananas would look like they were being peeled, and I was kind of excited to see it. We were talking about a movie that the three of us had gone to see the night before, when I realized that I had to go pee.

“Dang.” I said

“What’s wrong?” John asked

“Oh, it’s nothing really. I have to go pee is all. I wish it wasn’t so inconvenient to use the bathroom at work.”

Michael laughed. “Well there is a pretty easy solution. If you don’t want to spend all that time getting a new diaper on, why not just use it?”

John agreed. “Yeah, it would save us an awful lot of time, plus we are doing the wet pictures after this anyway.”

I blushed. “Oh come on guys, you don’t really expect me to do that, right?”

“It would definitely be easier for everyone here.” Michael said. John nodded his head.

“Seriously?” I said. “I mean, yeah it would be easier, but…” I trailed off.

“We’ve seen you do it before. I really don’t see the problem with it.” John said.

He sounded really reasonable. They had seen me pee in a diaper before, plus they take pictures of me in a wet diaper every day anyway. Was I really considering this? I felt the pressure in my bladder build. I can’t believe I am going to do this.

I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting the pee flow into the diaper. Even with my eyes closed, I could almost see John’s typical proud smile. It’s almost as if he likes it when I do stuff like this. I opened my eyes as I finished going. I felt the diaper sag a bit. Michael and John looked at me for a moment and went right back to talking about the movie as if nothing had happened. I smiled. I felt better. There was no more pressure in my bladder, and the diaper was nice and warm. I opened up my robe and looked down. Michael was right! They bananas did look like they were starting to peel. I closed the robe and the three of us finished eating lunch.

The rest of the photo shoot went on as normal. It was just like any other day. I would pose how John wanted me to, and we would take pictures. For some reason, I felt much more relaxed today. I noticed recently that I have been feeling happy more often. I can’t explain it, except for the fact that I have a steady job that isn’t even that difficult. We finished the photo shoot and I went into the changing room to take off my diaper. I realized that there was one downside to not using water to make the diaper wet. Now I smelled like pee. As I was contemplating what to do, Michael opened the door and handed me a small tub. It was labeled “scented cleansing wipes”. I thanked him and took it from him. I dropped the diaper to the floor, a soggy thud as it hit the ground, and grabbed a few wipes from the tub. I wiped myself down thoroughly, and caught a whiff of the scent. It smelled like baby lotion. I continued to wipe myself off, ignoring the fact that I would probably smell like a baby for a while.

I finished wiping myself and put the dirty diaper in the diaper bin. I got dressed and walked back out where John was waiting for me. Michael must have already left. John sniffed the air and smiled.

“Well, that’s a nice smell.” He commented.

“Yeah yeah.. laugh it up.” I groaned

“No, I’m being honest. It works for you.” He looked at me directly in the eyes, and I could tell that he was being truthful.

“Well, um.. thanks. Did you want to hang out tonight?” I asked

“Yeah sure, what did you have in mind?”

“Maybe… a movie?” I asked

John laughed. “We go to movies all the time. How about we go on a walk through City Park?”

I smiled. I think I was getting closer. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

We took his car to the park and walked around for a while. We even stopped and got hot dogs at a vendor who was selling them there. We were having a wonderful time; John was taking lots of pictures, as always. Sometimes he would get pictures of the nature around us, but most of the time, his lens was focused on me. We were walking together, when I took a deep breath and grabbed his hand with mine. He looked at me, smiled, and gave it a little squeeze. In that moment, I felt my heart leap with joy. I had never felt this way about anyone before. As we walked through the quiet woods, holding hands, I felt like I was at home. I never wanted it to end. That’s when my phone rang. It was the landlord of my new apartment.

We rushed over to my place. She had told me that the pipes had burts and that the place was flooding. We got there, and when I opened the door, water gushed out. I looked inside, and everything that was on the floor was ruined.

The next few hours were hectic. Only the apartments on the ground floor were flooding, and it seemed like mine was hit the worst. John and I salvaged what we could, but by the time the plumber finally got through and turned the water off, most of my stuff was done for. Somehow, my dresser had tipped over, and my clothes were filthy with sewage. It was a disaster. I had nothing left. My landlord told me that my rent would be refunded and I could stay at a hotel that she would pay for, for now.

That’s when John piped up. “You know. You could stay with me if you wanted.”

“Really?” I asked, turning to him, my eyes bright.

“Yeah of course!” He smiled. “I mean, it’s only for a little while, and I really don’t mind. Plus, you don’t want to stay in a hotel room that whole time, right?”

This was wonderful news! I was going to stay at John’s house! And not just for the night, for several! My landlord informed me that it would probably be several weeks until everything was fixed. I didn’t mind, and neither did John. We packed up the few things that had been saved and drove back to his place. We went inside and set down what we had saved. I looked at it. A radio. My jacket. The little tv that I had bought. A few other miscellaneous things.

“Man. This really stinks.” I said, gazing down at what was left.

“I’m really sorry about that, but hey, it could be worse.” John put his arm around my shoulder, bringing me close to him. “You could be staying at a hotel.”

I laughed, partly out of sadness, but also because he was right. Even with just these few things from my apartment, I still had way more than I did before I met John. He changed me for the better, and I was happy. I turned to him and gave him a hug. He hugged me back and we stood like that for what seemed like an eternity. When we finally let go, John leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, and we let our tongues explore each other’s mouths for a moment. It wasn’t until this moment that I realized how much taller he was than me. I hardly came up to his shoulders. As we kissed I felt him pull away and then swoop down and pick me up. He put one arm on my back, and the other on my knees and carried me in his arms into his bedroom. His bedroom was now decorated beautifully. Photos filled the walls, some of breathtaking landscapes, and some of people. I even saw a few pictures of me. None of the diaper photos, but there were some from various times when we were together. At the movies, the time we went to the beach. I smiled as he tossed me on his king size bed gently. I landed softly on his thick covers and he climbed onto the bed, crawling over to me, and then on top of me, with his hands next to my knees, and his body hovering over mine. I smiled and pulled him down for another kiss. We kissed briefly, and then I felt his hands start to wander to my waist. I felt him grab my shirt, and in one move, it was off. I smiled as he put his hand on my chest. We kissed again, and now his hands moved back down to my waist. He knelt upright and unbuttoned my pants. With another quick move, he had pulled off my pants and underwear together. He tossed them aside and then leaned over my naked body.

I was rock hard now, my dick pointing up at my bellybutton. John smiled calmly as he started to undress himself. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his tight muscular body. He pulled his pants and underwear off, and I saw that he was hard as well. I looked at his dick, which was much bigger than mine. Bigger than any I had seen in person. It wasn’t gigantic, but it stood out from his body impressively far. John then reached out with his hand and started jacking me off slowly. I moaned as he did it, feeling his strong hands rub up and down on my throbbing member. He continued to rub it, and I closed my eyes in pleasure. He stopped rubbing for a moment, and then I felt something warm close over my dick. I opened my eyes, and saw his head bobbing up and down above my dick, his mouth closed over it. I moaned and reached out to the side of me, clutching the sheets in pleasure. I was breathing deep, and I felt myself get close to shooting. I felt my body shake violently and I thrust myself deep into John’s mouth inadvertently. I heard him choke a little bit, but he kept going, getting every drop as I shot into his mouth. I laid back and closed my eyes as he got off of me. I heard him swallow and then he turned over and laid next to me. I smiled, relaxed, but I opened my eyes and turned my head to see him staring back at me. I rolled over on top of him, and felt his throbbing dick pulse against mine. I knelt above him and spit into my hand. I started to rub his dick with it. It felt huge in my hands, and I knelt down and sucked on it a little bit, getting as much saliva on it as possible.

I heard John moan as I did this. I knew what I wanted to do next. I positioned myself right above him, holding his dick straight up, and I started to lower myself onto it. It felt amazing. I looked down at John and he was staring at me in wonder. I continued to slowly plant myself on top of him, feeling him getting deeper and deeper inside me. I felt myself stretch like never before, but in a few moments, I felt my butt touch his body, and I knew he was all the way in. I smiled and started to pump up and down on top of him, riding him slowly. John had his eyes closed and I could tell that he was doing his best to hold it in. I continued to pick up the pace, feeling him pulse in and out of me. After a minute of this, I was pounding on top of him, bouncing up and down each time. Then, I felt John grab me, and in one quick motion, I was on my hands and knees in front of him and he was pounding into me. I moaned in pleasure as he got faster and faster. I felt his balls slap up against me as he thrust all the way into me with each pump. Then he reached down, and as he was pounding into my ass, he started to jack me off. He got faster and faster, and I felt his whole body shake and he pumped deep inside me. He held it in for a moment, and I felt his body spasm as he shot into me. He continued to jack me off, his hard dick still planted inside of me. A few moments later, my body shook again, I moaned loudly with pleasure and I shot my wad for the second time. He finally pulled out of me and we both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. I looked over at him and he had his eyes closed, a peaceful look on his face.

With his eyes still closed, John said calmly, “I have been wanting to do that ever since I first saw you.”

I smiled and just lay there silently, listening to our labored breathing beginning to slow down. We lay there together for a few minutes. After a long and tiring day, I was exhausted, and within minutes, I was asleep.

I woke up the next day to bright sunlight coming in through the blinds. I was still in John’s bed. I looked to my side, and I saw that John wasn’t there, but the bed felt warm where he had been. I got up, still naked from the night before. I looked around for my clothes, but I couldn’t find them. Shrugging, I walked out of the bedroom. I opened the door, and John was sitting on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee. Without glancing up from his newspaper, he said, “There is some coffee on the counter for you.”

I walked over to the counter and poured myself a cup of coffee. I started to drink it and I walked over to John. I could see that once again, he was wearing his athletic shorts. He looked up as I came into view and smiled.

“Hmm, that’s an interesting fashion choice. Nude.” We both laughed and I sat down next to him, leaning up against him.

“Well my clothes were all gone, and there’s no way I would fit into anything you have.” I responded.

“Well I had to wash them.” John turned his head and stared down the length of my body for a moment. “I have just the thing!” He sprang up and walked into his bedroom. I heard his closet door slide open and shut, and he came out holding a grey t-shirt. He threw it at me, and I caught it. I folded it open.

“This is way too big for me, Johnny!” I said. I smiled, for the first time calling him by that name.

John smiled too, “Try it on. It’s an old t-shirt of mine. It will hide all of the important stuff at least. So the neighbors don’t see.”

I stood up, set my coffee down and pulled the t-shirt over my head. It fell loosely over my shoulders, and hung down to my upper thighs. I walked over to the window, looking at myself in the reflection. I remembered as a kid, wearing my dad’s old t-shirts to bed, and now, it felt kind of similar. I looked at myself and smiled.

“I think it’s perfect!” I twirled around, and the shirt spun up, revealing the bottom of my smooth butt cheeks. I laughed and sat back on the couch with my coffee.

“You look adorable.” John said. I looked at him and he was blushing, and I saw that through his athletic shorts, he was getting hard.

“Thanks!” I said. “Naked feels nice, but this way, I won’t offend anyone. Now. How about some breakfast before work?”

John walked over to the kitchen and turned on the stove. “Eggs ok?” He asked. I nodded and walked over to him. I sat on the counter as he cooked, my legs dangling over the edge. I watched as he cracked some eggs into the frying pan and I hopped down from the counter. John didn’t notice as I knelt down next to him. I stared directly at his athletic shorts, where I could see he was still hard inside them. I reached over and without giving John any warning, I pulled them down a little bit, his semi hard dick flopping out in front of my face.

“Ah hey!” John said, surprised.

“Shh!” I said. “Just cook the breakfast. This will only take a minute.” And as soon as I finished saying that, I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. Immediately, he got rock hard. I heard him moan as I took his enormous dick inside my mouth. Now that it was inside my mouth, I realized how big it was.

“I can’t believe that I had all of this inside of me last night” I thought to myself, as I sucked him off. After a few moments, I heard him drop his spatula on the frying pan, and I felt my mouth fill with his cum. I kept sucking every drop out of him, and then I swallowed. I stood back up and gave him a hug. He put his arm around me.

With his eyes closed in pleasure, he said, “You are amazing.”

I smiled and sat back on the counter, pleased with myself. He pulled his shorts back up, and finished making the breakfast. We ate together and finished our coffee. It was time to go to work now, and I felt disappointed that I had to go, but happy that I could still be with John. Then I realized that I still had no clothes.

“Um John? This t-shirt is great and all, but I still don’t have anything to wear.”

“What? You don’t want to wear that through town?” John teased. “Your clothes should be done in the laundry by now.”

I went over and grabbed my clothes out of the dryer. They were nice and warm and I slipped them on. I looked over at John, who had gotten dressed, and I thought to myself “I am the luckiest person.”

[Eagle0769]

Mmmm I like these types of stories too. ?

I was a little mixed up when I first started to read it but as

I read it it started to make sense.

Who is Michael?

I hope you will continue this. ❤️

 

[Sarah Penguin]

[Eagle0769]

23 hours ago, Eagle0769 said:

Mmmm I like these types of stories too. ?

I was a little mixed up when I first started to read it but as

I read it it started to make sense.

Who is Michael?

I hope you will continue this. ❤️

 

Are we to assume there will be no more?

I hope this goes a chapter or two more.

[Kinster]

On 12/16/2019 at 10:50 AM, Eagle0769 said:

Are we to assume there will be no more?

I hope this goes a chapter or two more.

There will be more coming! No worries, I actually have quite a bit of this story written out already!

[Pierry Louys]

2 hours ago, Kinster said:

There will be more coming! No worries, I actually have quite a bit of this story written out already!

Yeahhhh ! Really liked both of your stories and i hope there more !!