CJ & Katie

[The Librarian]

Hey Y’all!  I posted the teaser for “Covid Times” earlier and told you I had two stories done.  Here is the 1st part to the other story I have.  This one is more of a full chapter rather than just a teaser.  Let me know what you think...

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Ok, have a seat in here, the Doctor will be with you shortly.

 

Man, I hate the doctor’s office...ok, hate may be a strong word.  Don’t like is probably a little less dramatic.  But I’ve never been a fan.  The waiting to get an appointment, then you have to wait again in the waiting area, then you wait in the exam room and then you wait even more for the results.  Actually, maybe its not the doctor, maybe it’s just waiting I don’t like.

Anyways, here I am waiting for the doctor to come in.  I’ve been here before, maybe this time he will tell me what is wrong.  At first, it was thought is was just a “bruise” of some sorts.  But it kept happening, so then we did some tests and the tests came back showing that it was a small tear, which then got an infection.  Which only made it worse.  What is “it” you ask.  Well, I’ve been having some trouble with...

Knock, knock

After a few quick raps on the door.  A cute nurse in pink polka dot scrubs comes in before I can even say hello.  She kind of backs in, pulling with her a cart loaded with supplies.  She seems rushed, hair is a bit a mess, her clipboard full with names and doesn’t seem like too many are crossed off.  “Hi, Christopher James Harris, correct?

That’s me.  I then get better look at her.  She seems familiar, but she’s new here.  I would have certainly seen her in one of my past visits.  I’m trying to figure out where I know her from.  Then I get a feeling I might have been staring at her too long.  But she seems to be doing the same.

Wait, Chris Harris!?!?  Chris Harris of 414 St Claude street?

Ah, yeah....that’s weird.  How do you know where I grew up?

Oh my gosh....CJ!!!!  It’s me, Katie!  Katie Mason.

Holy grown up Batman.  Katie? Wow, what a blast from the past!  How’ve you been, it’s been a long time?  Since when do you work here?  Standing in front of me is the grown up version of the little girl down the street I used to babysit.  We’ve know each other, well I should say our families, have known each other for probably 20-30 years.  I was older by 7 years to her and a few other neighborhood kids so I was the designated babysitter for our street as kids.  Mainly I was Katie’s babysitter.  Our Mom’s were/are really good friends so our parents all hung out together a bunch back then.  Birthdays, holidays, cookouts...you name it, we celebrated it together.  Heck, I think they still get together at least once a month or so now.  Katie’s parents divorced, I think, so her and her Mom moved to the other side of town in a bit smaller place when she was in High School.  I’ve known this girl since she was born.

Wow! CJ, it’s so good to see you!  She comes over so quick I can’t even hop off the exam table  and wraps her arms around for great big ‘ol hug.  I’ve been good, really good.  But no, I don’t work here, I work with Dr. Adams, the pediatrician next door.  Her and Dr. Charles share the building, but we are so packed over there with this nasty flu going around that Dr. Charles has let us spill over here for some of our patients.  But you look good, are you just getting it or just getting over it?

Actually, neither thank god.  have been lucky so far to avoid it.  I’m here for something else.  So wait, did you say you are helping out my doctor or is my doctor helping your doctor???

Oh yeah, my job!  No, your doctor is helping ours out.  They must have switched up some charts, I don’t really know why I’m even in your exam room.  I’m supposed to be on prep duty.  I go in before the doctor and make sure the little ones have a dry diaper on, check temperatures...you know, basically the low level stuff.  I just graduated a few months ago from nursing school so I have to start somewhere.  But it’s good, I don’t mind diaper duty, it was my goal to do pediatrics so I’m pretty happy.  How have you been by the way, gosh when was the last time I saw you?  Was it your Graduation Party for High School or College?

College I think, I think you and your parents came over for the party my parents held for my undergrad.  I’m good, I’m a teacher over at the University.  At this point, I’m almost speechless.  I don’t know what to say, what to do.  I mean she was the last person I was expecting to see today.  And now I’m just stuck, sitting on this crappy exam table trying to figure out what to do next.  I mean this is Katie, little Katie Mason...but all grown up.  She’s...she’s kind of cute.  More than kind of actually.  Now here she is in front of me as Nurse Katie or is it Nurse Mason, wait which one is it?

Hi....earth to CJ!  Hey, where did you go there?  You kind of zoned out for a second.  I was saying, seeing as how I’m assuming you don’t need your diaper changed,  I’m going to get back to wiping butts down the hall.

Ha, my diaper?

Hahaha!  She giggled at the thought I’m sure.  Yeah, that would have been pretty funny.  Kind of fitting, I mean you changed my diapers for years.  I would have loved to repay the favor.

Don’t forget the pull-up years too! A quick poke at her bed wetting days, which were most of the babysitting days.  I don’t think I changed too many of her real diapers I would have been too young.  But I know there were a few of those early cookouts I was helping.  You know, the big 10 year old that I was back then, thinking I belonged at the adult table back then.

Hey now, be nice!  I couldn’t tell if the smile and blush was flirty or actual embarrassment.  But she turned around and with one hand on her hip the other was pointed right at me.  I remember you used to tell me those pull ups were for the cool kids, mister!

Immediately my hands went up in self preservation.  Ok, ok, cheap shot acknowledged and apologized for.  Man, that smirk of hers worked me over so well as the pushover babysitter that I was and it’s still working good for her now.  You were and still are a part of the cool kids club!

Well, I’m off.  It was really good to see you CJ, I hope whatever you are here for isn’t too serious.  Tell your Mom & Dad I said hi too.  Let’s not go another 100 years before we see each other again, ok?

I will, and I’m sure they would say hi back, so there you go.  Let me know when you need a babysitter again and we can catch up!  Another poke from me...and another smirk back at me just before the door closed.

Man, Katie Mason is a nurse.  Good for her.  Almost bad for me though.  As I was coming down from my flirty high, it started to set in.  That could have gone so, so bad right there.  I mean, it took me so long just to come in and talk to the doctor about what is going on.  I actually spent time finding a guy doctor just to protect my stupid male pride.  I had ZERO desire to talk to a female doctor about this.  I know, I know...stupid.  But hey, I admit it, I own it.  After the accident, I put it off.  I thought it would go away on its own.  When it didn’t...I found Dr. Charles and just hoped he had older nurses.  Turns out, he didn’t have nurses so I was in the clear there.  I don’t know how much the receptionist knows about the patients and what they are here for, but as far as I’m concerned they know nothing and that is what I choose to blindly believe.  It’s all I can do really.  If I thought they they knew why I was here, I would probably still be on WebMD trying to figure it out myself.

So, back to the topic at hand.  You see, the main issue is...

Knock...knock....knock

This time the knocks were a bit more dragged out.  The door opened slowly and Katie stuck her head in 1st as if she was trying to not catch me in an compromised position.

Ahem....ummm....CJ?  Once she saw it was clear, she came in, closed the door, but stood right in front of the door almost like she was blocking someone coming in.

Why do I suddenly feel like this is about to get awkward.  Ah, yeah Katie?  Did you forget something?

Ummmm....quick question.  Do you remember we used to pinky promise growing up?

Yeah, sure I think I do.  Oh yeah, I remember.  Why, what happened?  Did one of the kids just ask you to pinky promise something?

No, not exactly.  As she spoke, it’s like I could see her smirk hiding just behind a growing sense of confidence.  Kind of like a dominance was bubbly to the surface.  I was referring to a particular promise you made me make to you after you caught me lying about my homework one day, do you remember?

Crap, what the hell could she be talking about.  That was what, 10, 11, 12...15 years ago?  What could she be talking ab....oh wait!!!!  You know what, I think I do.  If memory serves me correctly, I got in trouble because I believed a certain little girl did her math tables the day before when in fact she did not!  Now it was my turn to feel a bit confident.  My chest started to puff out a bit.

As her arms crossed her chest, she shifted her petit frame with all the authority she could muster.  Well, look at the big brain on Christopher.

Christopher?  She never called me Christopher.  My chest wasn’t so puffed out anymore.  Not sure if is was the name usage, or her ever growing confidence she was putting out, but the control in the room seemed to shift.

Yes, you made me promise...a PINKY PROMISE no less...never to lie to you again.  And in turn you wouldn’t do the same to me.  Question, do pinky promises expire Christopher?

Ummmmm, no?

No!  No they don’t mister.  So would you like to tell me anything?  Maybe correct a past oversight on your part from earlier.  You know, before you hurt my feelings and break a 15 year old pinky promise.

Uhh....

Think, mister!  Think long and hard.

Now I’m sweating.  I mean like fresh off a treadmill sprint kind of sweat.  Shit!  You know when you are afraid to admit to something for fear it’s not the thing you were supposed to admit to, so now in effect you've basically admitted to a second thing and get in even more trouble?  Yeah, that’s me.  But I can’t for the life of me think what I lied about.  I mean, what did we talk about?

I’m waiting Christopher.

Crap, crap crap.....as she walks over to me I’m drawing a complete blank.  Gone is the friendly face that rushed over to give me a hug when she recognized me, the cute/flirty smirk from earlier replaced with a raised eyebrow that is making this sweaty idiot wish he could back away as quickly as she was coming toward me.  But I couldn’t, I was stuck, sitting on this stupid exam table wishing I was anywhere else.

Now she is so close to me that my knees are just about touching the waistband of her scrubs.  She reaches over and puts her hands on my knees.  Now almost nose-to-nose...

Christopher, why didn’t you correct me earlier?  Hmmm?  I thought I was sent to the wrong exam room, I thought they got the information wrong at the front desk.  But as we both know, I wasn’t given the wrong room.  I was asked to check on the correct patient.  So, let me be a bit more direct this time.  Christopher James Harris, do you need a fresh diaper?

[Pierry Louys]

Oooooo someone is in a big trouble !!!

[warpiper]

Nice start!

[diaperguy85]

oohoo! cute banter between them! you can nearly feel the chemistry bubbling with them! keep this going!!  

[Eagle0769]

Oh my goodness someone is going to get pay back.

Your writing is very good I'm not happy about how you indicate

who is talking with the color font but I can deal with that.

Waiting for the next chapter

[Katari]

Sounds like someone is due a spanking 

[Babypants]

Really well constructed.  Looking forward to the next chapter.

[aldl4811]

I love the end of this chapter, so good!

[The Librarian]

On 10/15/2020 at 10:31 AM, Eagle0769 said:

Oh my goodness someone is going to get pay back.

Your writing is very good I'm not happy about how you indicate

who is talking with the color font but I can deal with that.

Waiting for the next chapter

Thanks for the feedback.  I wasn’t sure about the colored font either, so I’ll skip it for now.

CHAPTER 2
 

There it is, the “it”...I’m wearing diapers again.  Why?  Because I can’t stop peeing myself.  Most of the time it’s like a slow drip.  But sometimes my body remembers that I’m toilet trained and does actually hold it for a while.  Problem is, that just usually results in a bigger wetting all at once.  Which quite frankly, I’m not sure is worse.  It happened when I got into the car accident a week or so ago.  Apparently there is a proper way to where a seatbelt, placement is key.

When the EMS team got me out of my car, they could tell I was more worried about the state of my pants then I was the condition of my car.  They told me not to worry, it happens all the time in car accidents.  But that’s my super delicate ego for you.  A few more days of damp boxers and wet couch cushions and I had to go see someone.  At 1st the doctor just thought I bruised something down there.  He gave me the whole medical explanation, but honestly, I forget exactly what he said.  Basically my body, more specifically my bladder, was not holding in my urine because of the trauma down there.  That the muscles were involuntarily letting go so that I could avoid pain.  As the days went by and things got worse, they did more tests and revealed a small tear and an infection.

That’s when I had to face facts.  In addition to the medication for the infection (which requires me to drink a lot of water) he also gave me a prescription for disposable briefs.  I tried a few different types and found success with some pull on types during the day.  They held up just fine for the drip that became more constant as the days went by.  Even held up well with the moderate accidents from time to time.  At night however, they were a different story.  I mean, it’s pretty embarrassing to have to admit to yourself that you have become a bed wetter in your late 20s.  You know what’s even more embarrassing?  Realizing that you still actually wet the bed, while wearing adult briefs.  Like you wet SO much, that they can’t even hold it all.  So, back to the doctors I went.  Had that embarrassing conversation.  And got my prescription for real adult diapers.

So, here I am.  In all my diapered glory.  Not only, getting scolded by this cute young nurse. But about to have my diaper checked by that very same nurse who, many years ago, I was responsible for changing her diapers.

Katie, look, I...I didn’t mean to...I mean, I don’t need...The sweat must have been obvious at this point.  I wanted to be anywhere but here.  I wanted her to be anyone but her. I’m stumbling over my words, I can’t  make eye contact.  Holy crap...Am I crying?  No, I can’t let that happen.  As I am fighting back whatever must have gotten into my eyes, trying to regain any sort of composure she reaches out for another hug.  This time I could almost feel her pity come through her hug.  It wasn’t the same enthusiasm as before.  It was softer, gentler...I kind of expected a condescending “there, there” to come next.

Oh, CJ, why didn’t you tell me?  There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.  Her tone was caring and sweet, not condescending at all.  You have a medical issue, it happens way more often than you think.  Do you think any medical professional would look down on you for that?  Let alone, me!?!?  I would never make you feel bad for this.

As she let go of the hug and stepped back, I could tell she really felt bad for me.  Not because of my issue, not like she looked down on me.  But because of how embarrassed I was.

I know, I know.  I should have told you when you were here earlier.  But come on, can you blame me?  I mean not only is it super embarrassing, but then it’s you.  I was just so shocked to see you.  I mean, I haven’t we haven’t seen each other in forever and there you are all excited to see me, and I’m excited to see you and then what?  Oh by the way...

Hey, I get it.  I don’t know what I would have done if the roles were reversed.  By that doesn’t mean you get to lie?

Well, technically I didn’t lie.  You didn’t ask me if I, you know...you just assumed and went about your day.  Told me to say hi to my folks.  That was it.

CeeeeJaaay??  She said my initials long and slow, and I knew what she was getting at.  Do you really think you are in a position to argue semantics at this point?  You should have told me.  Besides, did you really want me going back to the receptionist desk telling her she made a mistake.  Only for her to tell me that in fact, I was the one misinformed.  Imagine my surprise at that one.

Ok, you’re right.  I’m sorry.

That’s better.  Apology accepted.

Now we are just looking at each other.  Although I feel a little relief that that conversation is over, now what?  My eyes kind of scan the room a bit as eye contact is still a bit uneasy for me right now.  Soooo, now that you know...

Actually, I don’t know.  You still haven’t answered my question.  As her eyes glance down towards my crotch.

What do you mean?

Well, I asked if you needed a fresh diaper?

Again, I followed her eyes.  I really wished her eyes stayed up too.  But no, again they fell to my diaper area.  Oh, ahhh...no I’m good.  Don’t worry about it.  As I scream in my head...Please stop looking down there!!!!

No, sir!  It is my job to worry about it.  It’s the job of the nurse to make sure the doctor can get started on the exam right away when he gets in.  Although I’m sure he has seen plenty of wet diapers in his time, he has requested that the nursing staff make sure the diapers are fresh and the area is clean.  So, I repeat, do you need a fresh diaper?  Are you “good” as in you are dry or are you “good” as in you don’t want me to know.

[Pierry Louys]

Good chapter !!!

[kerry]

6 hours ago, The Librarian said:

CeeeeJaaay??  She said my initials long and slow, and I knew what she was getting at.  Do you really think you are in a position to argue semantics at this point?  You should have told me.  Besides, did you really want me going back to the receptionist desk telling her she made a mistake.  Only for her to tell me that in fact, I was the one misinformed.  Imagine my surprise at that one.

I'm enjoying this so far but I think you need to know that dialogue does need to be distinct from narration. Your colors were a bit intrusive, but they were the right instinct. What you should do is to use quotation marks. Anything spoken should be in them; anything not spoken should be out. Here is an example:

"CeeeeJaaay??"  She said my initials long and slow, and I knew what she was getting at.  "Do you really think you are in a position to argue semantics at this point?  You should have told me.  Besides, did you really want me going back to the receptionist desk telling her she made a mistake.  Only for her to tell me that in fact, I was the one misinformed.  Imagine my surprise at that one."

[Eagle0769]

That was a great chapter. 

Can't wait until she has to put him in a diaper as per the Doctors instructions. 

Maybe being a nurse she will have to shave his diaper area because she knows it's healthier. 

Thank you it was much easier to read without the blue font. Your writing makes it easy to see who is talking. 

 

[millman]

Great start!

[The Librarian]

CHAPTER 3

No, I mean that I’m good as in I will check as soon as I have some privacy and if need be, I will change before Dr. Charles comes in.

No, again!  Like I said it’s my job.  Did you bring supplies or do you need the Dr’s office ones?  As she asks that, she turns and starts to scan the room.  Before I can stop her she sees my backpack and picks it up.  Is this yours?  Are your supplies in here?

Actually....

Too late, she’s already got it open.  I couldn’t even jump up and stop her.  I was so worried about her seeing me in one, hearing mine rustle... that it was like I was just moving in what seemed like slow motion.

One by one, she starts taking my supplies out.  First the diaper, then the wipes and powder.  CJ, I’m very proud of you.  Your days as the babysitter have trained you to be well prepared!  I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or a reminder of how far I have fallen.  From the one who brought the diaper bag, to the one who needs the diaper bag.

So, back to the question at hand.  Do you need a fresh diaper?

Katie, look...I really, really don’t need help.  I was begging at this point, no way could this be happening.  Please do me a favor and just guard the door so I can check it for myself and get cleaned up.

You mean, you don’t know?

Oh crap, got something in my eyes again.  To be honest, no I don’t.  It just kind of happens throughout the day and it’s been almost two weeks, I can’t even tell until at some point I just notice how heavy it’s gotten.  What a sad sack, I’ve become.  I can’t even tell if my diaper is wet.

It’s okay, no worries.  Just like that, I could tell she jumped in to full nurse mode.  I tell you what, you lay back and I’ll have this done in a flash.  Who knows, you might not even need it!  Just lay down.

As I swung my legs over so I could lay down, all I could do was stare at the ceiling.  I could feel my face was getting redder by the second.  When I woke up this morning there was no way in the world I saw my day going like this.

Ok CJ, can you lift up a bit so I can slid your shorts off?  Can you help me out?  As I did, I flashed back to when the roles were reversed.

********15 Years Ago********

Katie, come on help me out would ya!?!  I was 14 years old, spending another Friday night at the Mason’s house.  Not that I was complaining.  The money was good and at 14, it’s not like my parents were letting me tear up the town with my friends.  Katie was always too grown up for her own good even back then.  So instead of babysitting, we called it a Pizza Date for two!

Katie, let’s go.  If you don’t let me put your diaper on, we are not watching the movie.

Please, please please CJ, I don’t need them yet.  Can’t they wait, it’s only 6:30!  I promise to put them on before I go to bed.  Let me just wear my jammies for the movie, pleeeaaase!!!!

Not my call Ms Moons, not my call!  She hated my nickname for her.  I used to call her Katie Moons or Ms Moons for short.  She insisted on wearing pull-ups long after her bladder out grew them.  I lost count of the amount of times I saw her with those two half moon wet patches on her pajamas from a leaky pull-up.  Her Mom was nice enough to let her wear the pull-ups when friends were around and she would just deal with leaks if/when they happen.  But when it’s just her, she’s in diapers at night.  I always thought Mrs Mason was really cool to be so sensitive to Katie’s feelings back then.  Your mom was so mad at me for letting you push it last time.  Do you remember last time?

CJ it was an accident, pleeeease!  Her negotiating turned to desperate pleas real quick.  It was the stupid movies fault last time.  You picked one that was super boring, I couldn’t help falling asleep.  It’s like your dumb boy movie put a spell on me or something!

Hey, I thought you liked Cars.  You said everyone at school was talking about it.  Who were you telling me had the cool backpack with Lighting McQueen on it?  Billy or Tyler or...

Tyler, it was Tyler, but I don’t care about him, he’s dumb.  He can like the stupid boy movie and the stupid boy backpack all he wants.

Ok, note to self, don’t mention Tyler again.  Well it’s a good thing I got Lilo & Stitch again, unless you hate Stitch all of a sudden?  Hey, did you know they made a second one?!?! Got that too!

Can we watch them both?????

We can, but you have to help me out?

 

**********PRESENT DAY**********

I lifted up and she slid down my shorts.  Any pride I had left quickly left the room at this point.  Here I am, in all my diapered glory in front of Katie.  I couldn’t believe it, I was fixated on the ceiling hoping some how this process would be over quickly.  As much as I wanted to be over quickly, I wanted to be over quietly just as much.  But that was not to be.

Ok, let’s take a look.  She gave the front padding a gently squeeze.  And at that point we could both feel the wet padding, or so I thought.  The next thing I felt was two fingers sliding in by the side.  Oh god, she is actually checking my diaper.  Not too bad, hun.  Let’s get you freshened up.

Rip, rip, rip annnnd rip.  Tapes are off & then came the wipes.  I knew they were going to be cold and I still flinched.  Sorry hun, I should have told you the wipes were coming.  Everything looks good though, no redness, no marks.  Have you considered trimming your diaper area?  It will make clean up easier and help reduce odors.

Uhm, actually no.  I really thought this was going to be over by now.  I’m hoping there are no long term effects.  That was a lie, the doctor told me right away I should start to keep things short down there.  And he said it would take 2 weeks just for the infection to clear up before he could tell me about the minor tear and how that was healing.

Well, you really should think about it.  Diapers or no diapers it helps to keep things clean and cool down there.

Ok, good to know.  She now has the fresh diaper under me and I hear here open another bottle.  I break my staring contest with the ceiling (mistake #1) and make eye contact with Katie (mistake #2) just as she starts to apply some lotion.  Between her smile & the lotion, my mind is going places it should not be going right now.  Oh god, baseball, baseball, baseball...its not working.

Don’t worry CJ, it happens to all the boys I change.  A quick wink and her smile changes to more of a smirk.  To be honest, I might have been offended if it didn’t happen!  She lets out a small giggle at her own comment.  Ok, ok, let’s get you all taped up before you need a hand fitting in this thing.

Kill me, please just end it.  Whatever god I have offended that put me in this situation I am sorry.  Whatever I did to have Katie Mason making jokes about the worst timed erection that I have ever had, as she is putting me in a fresh diaper.  I am so sorry.

Ok, let’s check the fit.  Her fingers running along the waistband and then tucking in the leg gatherings.  Looks cute, oh sorry, I mean good!  Another wink and now she is just teasing me, great.  Her hand then resting on the front of my diaper, which I know she can feel how excited I still am.  She reaches with her other hand and grabs the powder.  Oh, I forgot, did you want any powder?  She lightly taps my diaper a couple times before she gives it a few rubs.

Ummm, powder?

Yeah silly goose!  Does CJ like some powder with a fresh diaper?  I swear her voice went up a couple levels and she doesn’t even try to hid her smirk.  Her hand never moving from the front of my diaper.

No, no...I’m good.  You’ve...uh...done more than enough already.  Thank you, but I...I’m good.

As I sit up, she goes to help pull me up and actually helps a bit too much and I slip off the table and kind of fall into her.

Oooh, sorry about that.  I always forget how slick those diapers of yours can be at times.  Back up you go.  I turn to lift myself back up and all I can feel are a couple pats on my butt.  I shoot her a glance faster than she can hide her smile.  As I get situated back on the table I realize my shorts are still off.  So now I’m in just a t-shirt and diaper in front of Katie.

I reach over for my shorts but Katie is faster than I am.  Don’t worry about these sweetie, I mean Dr. Charles is going to just ask you to take them off when he gets in anyways, right?  She folds them up and puts them in my bag on the other side of the room.  As she walks back over to me, I’m now just looking down at the floor.  I’m trying to think of anything except what just happened, trying to get my little friend under control.  I pull my t-shirt out in hopes that it covers the fact that I’m still hard.

Well CJ, I just wanted to say, thanks for the help getting you all fresh and clean for Dr. Charles.  She gives me a quick kiss on the forehead before continuing.  We had a rough start but you were a trooper at the end.

Thanks Katie, sorry you had to do all that.

Not at all sweetie!  It is my job after all.  But...just between me, you and the walls.  Here comes that wicked grin again.  She looks at me, down at my diaper, and then back at me.  I would find a way to take care of...uhmm...that...before the doc gets it. She winks and walks towards the door.

Oh CJ, do you mind if I ask one last question...and don’t forget you are still bound by all pinky promise rules and regulations.

Sure, what’s up?

Well, it seemed as if you might have, how should I put this...ummm...enjoyed...my vast diaper changing skills and abilities.  Will you let me do that again sometime???

[Eagle0769]

OMG yes yes yes a new love begins if I was him. 

[The Librarian]

CHAPTER 4

It was great to catch up with Katie on Monday.  We went and grabbed some drinks and a small bite.  I usually like when my date takes my pants off, but it was nice to keep them on after the doctor’s visit last week.  We had such a great time that we decided to see each other again tonight.  Thankfully she is understanding of my desire to limit my public outings while I heal up, so we are doing our old Pizza/Movie date nights from when we were younger.  Just this time with alcohol instead of juice boxes!  And of course, I’ll be the one with the embarrassing underwear this time.  But we are not going to dwell on that!

Buzzzz....My phone goes off with a text from Katie saying she is pulling up now.  Pizza is also on its way so it’s good timing.   

Hey!

Hey back at ya, come on in.  Let me grab your bag, show you around a bit.  I gave her a quick tour of my place and headed back to the kitchen.  I grabbed a couple beers out of the fridge and a quick cheers and the night was on.  We got caught up on each other’s week so far and the pizza arrived shortly after that.

Thanks again for staying in tonight.  I’m sure a fancy steakhouse with cocktails and wine, maybe a club afterwards is probably more your speed, but, well...

Nonsense CJ, I’ve been looking forward to this Pizza Date all week actually!

Ok, so this is a date, huh?  I wasn’t sure what to call it, not that I spent a lot of time this week thinking about it, but enough.

Hey, call it what you want.  But I’m calling it our Pizza Date, just like old times.  Whatever happens, happens.  And just for future reference, this girl has never been a “club girl”.

Future reference, got it.  Ok, good to know.  How’s the pizza?  Need something else to drink besides the beer?

Great!  Sure, I’ll take a juice box if you got one!  We can make it really like old times, ha!

Still hitting those grape juice boxes just as hard as you used to?  Your Mom used to ration those out like crack when you were younger.  Man, you loved those things!!

Awww, you remembered my flavor!  Yeah, I know right, I think she counted them before she left and again when she came back to make sure you didn’t give me an extra one.  She was so afraid that I would sugar overload on you or something.

Well, if my memory serves me right, I think she was also worried about something else too.  What was that???

Hey, don’t you start mister

Oh, I know...she was afraid of that Ms Moons would show up and wreck the party!!!

Ohhhhh, ok.  I was wondering when you were going to bring up my nickname.  I hated it whenever you would call me that.

Well, to be honest, you did earn it!

Listen, that happened like once or twice.  Waaaaay less than you and my Mom made it out to be.  You guys made it seem like an everyday thing.  Her face was starting to get as red as the sauce on the pizza.  Besides, not my fault.  I think some of them were just made poorly.

Really, made poorly?

Yeah, and I’ll have you know, that the same brand now holds more today than it ever did back then.  Even they knew they needed to make them better.  Otherwise, what’s with the new and improved!?!?

She then went into a spirited defense on the quality of her pull-ups back then, store brand vs “the good ones” as she called them.  And I just stood back with my beer and a smile as she presented her case.  She is cute when she sticks up for herself.  Actually she’s cute all the time, beautiful is more like it.  In fact, little Katie Mason has grown up to be this smart, beautiful women.

 

So what, pizza first, teasing second.  Was that your plan?  Has the teasing part of the night commenced?  Because, I’m not a little girl anymore I can fight back you know.  Ms Moons is gone, you now have Power Moon Woman to deal with.  What do you have to say about that!?!? She stands up and starts hitting her best superhero poses, flexing and all.  Which made both of us start busting out laughing.

Well, 1st of all, you are horrible at coming up with superhero names.  Second of all, you will always be Ms Moons to me and lastly, I think I owe you for a couple jabs you threw at Dr. Charles’ office last week.

Ha!  No way mister!  I owed you everyone of those jabs from all the ones you took at me growing up.  I have years of jokes and comments and nicknames I need to cash in on.  And last week was only the start of my payback.  Annnnnnd, I should get extra credit for not trying to play catch up when we got drinks on Monday.

Extra credit!?!? For what?

For Monday!  Listen, we both know what you were rocking under those jeans of yours on Monday and I know what you’ve got on now.  Her eyes dart to below the waist as she polishes off her 2nd beer.  As she put the empty bottle down, her raised eyebrow cut right through me.  Now, I’m not one to poke fun at a person’s medical condition.  But as you have so kindly reminded me more that once tonight, I am a card carrying member of the Wet Bed Society.  And that card does allow certain rights and privileges.

Is that what you think?

It is.  For example, it is our duty to protect the other card carrying members from exposure to/from those that sleep on dry sheets.  But, we also get to comment on each other’s nightly fashion choices.  And because I’m super lucky, I get to the added benefit of giving you day time fashion tips as well!

I should be hurt by her comments, but for some reason I’m not.  She is standing all high and mighty on her tippy toes, arms crossed and smirk painted all over her face like she just delivered the winning argument.  Standing in the middle of my kitchen like she owns the place.  Quite frankly, I almost expected her to take a bow as if she was on broadway with that performance.

Ok, so all cards on the table huh? Ms. Moons thinks she is all grown up with her big girl clothes on, using all her big girl words acting all tough.  Even on your big girl tippy toes, you still barely come up to my chin.  So, don’t make me come down there and teach you a lesson, missy.

Ooooooo, like I’m supposed to be scared of Leaky McLeakerton over there.  The only lessons you need to worry about are the potty training kind.  She raised a hand to cover her mouth in mocking way as if she just dropped the mic.

Ouch!  The gloves aren’t coming off, they never went on.  Isn’t that against your nurses oath to make fun of such things?  Don’t make me file a complaint with the Polka Dot Scrubs union chief.

Again, it’s the card.  I got that card 1st before my “nurses code” so I have dual citizenship.  Plus complaints are only taken from big boys and girls.  Speaking of, how dry are we this evening?  What is this beer #3?  Uh oh, do we have any leaks over there???  Do I need to come over there and find out???

She is good.  I will say her trash talk has greatly improved since her “I’m rubber and you’re glue” days.  And she might have me backed into a corner.  Actually, literally, she has somehow backed me into the corner of my kitchen counters.  And without reaching down and feeling for myself, I don’t know how my brief is doing.

Oh, that’s right, I forgot.  Little CJ doesn’t know if he is wet or not does he?

Not true...I....I can tell if I’m dry or not, but I uh, don’t always know how ummm, not...dry I am, if that makes sense.  Confidence 0, Bumbling idiot 1

“Ummm, not dry” did you say “ummm, not dry”?  Her higher pitched tone was starting to come out.  What does that mean CJ?  It’s okay, you can tell me.  Ms. Kate won’t be upset.

Did she just call herself Ms. Kate?!? Have I lost all authority and power here?  She comes over even closer and now has her two index fingers hooked over the top of my jeans waistband.  Even though her tone and words have been biting at times, her eyes seem to be reassuring.  She pauses and I kind of get the sense she is checking in on me.  She seems to be making sure I’m okay with her going forward.  I must have guessed right because with just the slightest nod of my head.  My jeans are unbuckled, in zipped and pulled down just enough.  Instead of the two finger check approach she did at the office last week.  She puts her entire hand on the front of my brief and gives a couple gentle squeezes.

Tsk, tsk, tsk...poor little CJ.  Am I ever going to find you in a dry diaper???

I’m stuck.  I’m just frozen, standing in my kitchen just stunned.  My jeans have lost the battle with gravity and have now slid down to my ankles.  I have no idea what to say or do.  But there’s Katie.  Hand still in place, giving the occasional squeeze, and looking at me like she is expecting me to actually answer that question.

Before my brain can send down an answer to my mouth.  It sends an answer down to my other brain.  I’m getting sooooo turned on by this.  I have no idea why, but I’m getting so hard.  And just to make sure it’s a touch more embarrassing, I’m basically getting hard right in Katie’s hand.

As I grow, so does her smirk.  And what do we have here???  Little CJ is not so little after all.  Her eyes drop to where her hand is.  Do you like it when I check your diaper?  Squeeze Do you like it when I touch your diaper?  Squeeze Do you like it when I change your diaper?  Squeeze

I wanted to scream NO to everyone of those questions, but I was being betrayed by my own body.  But I had a bigger issue at the moment.  See, because of my current medical situation I haven’t been as active as I usually am.  I had been single for a bit when the car accident happened and with my current underwear situation, well, let’s just say I’ve been avoiding opportunities to play “show me your and I’ll show you mine”.  Bottom line, I am out of practice and my body was aching for this attention.

Uh, Katie...can you uh...how about we...

As she extends on her tippy toes she is close enough to my ears she starts to whisper more than talk.  Her squeezing has gotten faster and harder. What’s the matter CJ?  Is there something you wanted to tell me?

Well, it’s just that...

Go on, you can tell me.  You can tell Ms Kate anything...

At this point words were not my friends and I could only mumble out sounds.  Sounds that were not indicative of a person hating life at the moment.

Katie....I...

It’s Ms Kate, CJ...tell Ms Kate what she can do for you

Ms. Kate....I...uh...

Yes...

I....

Yes, go one, you can do it

I....Oh my god...and with that I came as hard as I’ve cum in a long time.  Even if it’s been a long time, I’m still pretty sure this was harder than I’m used too.  Oh god, Oh. My. God Ms Kate, Katie.

 

Good boy CJ!  What a good boy.  Her hand still there, but more rubbing than squeezing now.  I’m still shaking with my little after shock twitches.  So I guess that is a yes?

Huh?

Yes, you do like it when I touch your diaper?

Not fair!  I was still in my after orgasm bliss, but I could feel like this bubble of...I don’t know...bubble of shame I guess.  I guess that was the best way to describe it.  I’m just catching my breath, reaching down to pull up my jeans and could feel the bubble coming up.

I’m so sorry that happened.  And I am, I am honestly so sorry that I just did that.  I didn’t mean to...

CJ, it’s okay.

No, no it’s not I just

What? Did it hurt?

No

Did I do something wrong?

Of course not.

I didn’t think so.  You sure looked pretty happy.  CJ, we are both grown adults.  I knew what I was doing.

I know, but I just...it’s I didn’t know how wet I was and then I didn’t mean to, you know...at least not as fast as I did anyway.

Sooooo, are you more upset that you wet your diaper or the fact you just came in your wet diaper?

Both!

She just starting busting out laughing again.  CJ relax!  Here have another beer.  As she handed me mine, I took a big sip and just kind of exhaled to try and calm myself.  Awww, see... I knew you just needed a bottle to settle down!

I just about choked to death at that point.  Why did she have to say that right as I had a mouthful of beer.

You good now?

Yeah

Good, look, I knew what I was doing.  Heck, I wanted to do that at the doctor’s office last week.  You are too cute in those things.  Your tough guy, mr professional adult whatever is cool and all.  But your diapered butt sitting in front of me all vulnerable and such, I mean, wow.  Can I tell you, it was, no is...it is so freaking cute.

Really?  That wasn’t the slightest bit gross or weird?

Gross?  Do you know how many diapers I change on a daily basis?  If I’m not grossed out by the bombs dropped in those, I certainly won’t be grossed out by a little pee in yours.  Weird, okay, I’ll give you that.  Maybe a bit weird.  But you seemed to like it all the same.  And like I said, I wanted to do that about 10 days ago.  I feel good about showing so much restraint!

So, why didn’t you?  Why didn’t you do that last week.  Don’t think I didn’t notice your hand lingered in certain spots too long.

Because last week I would have been risking my career.  Tonight I was just risking little CJ making his diaper a little more messy than it already was!!!

Ok, low blow, time out...time out...I give

Kidding, kidding, don’t get your diapers all...oops too late!!!  Ok, ok, last one, well probably not last last one, but I’ll give you a break for now.  So, you planning on changing anytime soon or do you like what you got going on down there.

I shot her a look over my beer, but based on my current status and standing, it probably didn’t come off as tough as I would have hoped.  I’ll be right back.  I got up and headed to my bedroom in the back to get changed.  As I walk through my doorway, I swing the door closed to get a little privacy.  Only, I wasn’t alone.

Can I help you?  I ask.

Nope, but I know I can help you.  Come on, tell me where your stuff is and lay down.

[lebeau13]

Can you please add quotation marks for the dialogue? It’s hard for me to understand what they are saying/when they are talking versus non dialogue parts. 

I am really enjoying this story so far and want to see what happens in further chapters. 

[Babypants]

Can you please take the time to put dialogue in quotation marks?  It is very hard to distinguish internal thoughts from spoken words, so the story is very confusing.  This is a shame, because the story line is really good.

[aldl4811]

Great story thanks!

[Babyqtboy]

Any chance this will be continued?

[D503]

Love this story

[Radioman]

Great story. Hope you continue it. 

[Babyqtboy]

1 hour ago, Radioman said:

Great story. Hope you continue it. 

It’s been almost a month since any updates, probably time to move this to the never to be heard from again pile ?