Dani and Paul 1: Alone Together (2 of 2) Complete

[direking]

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Alone Together

Dani called it ‘Singles Awareness Day’, as if renaming Valentine's Day changed the fact they were both hopelessly single.
 
To fix it, she came up with an idea, why not spend the evening alone together?
 
"Isn't this a great idea, Paul?" Dani beamed as she looked up at him.

He nodded. “Yeah, if you say-so.”
 
Paul couldn’t get over how her backpack made her look shorter and smaller, like a pint-sized paratrooper. Dani was notoriously childish in their friend group, but it was endearing and cute in a way. Her skipping about the dorm’s tiny elevator was par for the course. He watched her black mop of short curly hair bounce with every hop.

He had already acknowledged his crush on this bundle of energy — at least to himself. It wasn’t a lack of acknowledging his feelings that kept him at bay. He lacked courage like a cowardly lion, and getting it wouldn’t be as easy as following the yellow brick road.

The problem was he didn’t know what to say.

There were no right words that could come straight from his heart. If he said something wrong, he'd lose her. And he didn't want to lose Dani. He didn’t want to lose the way she could make them both laugh, or the way she made ordinary life more 'interesting'.

Paul asked, “What are we planning on doing tonight?”

“I was thinking a little bit of studying, we have that test coming up. Maybe we can do a movie. I don’t know, mostly. We can figure it out as we go. Does that make you nervous?”

“No, I’m not nervous.”

Paul was totally nervous. He was more of a meticulous planner type, while Dani was as spontaneous as a shaken soda, and twice as bubbly. Dani knew this.

There was also a dangerous temptation to build up tonight into something bigger. He tried to squash it every time he thought about them ‘alone’ ‘together’.

“Which one is yours?” Dani eyed the long line of doors in the hall.

“The one on the right at the very end,” Paul answered as he fumbled for the keys in his pocket.

This was the first time he’d brought a girl up to his dorm room, and he needed everything to be perfect. He spent way too much time cleaning his room, making sure everything was out of sight, and in the right place. It just had to be perfect.

Unfortunately for Operation Perfection, his clumsiness had different plans. His keys caught the edge of his pocket, and he helplessly watched them fall in slow motion.

There was nothing he could do as his keys clattered onto the yellowing tile floor.

“Don’t worry, I got them.”

Dani bent down to pick up the fallen keys.

As she did, the neckline of black t-shirt dipped ever-so slightly, revealing ample cleavage and a well fitting pink bra. Dani was certainly stacked for a short girl, his guy friends made sure to mention that every time it was ‘just the boys’.

She caught him gawking on her way up, as they locked eyes for the briefest moment.

“Were you just staring at my boobs?”

“No!” he choked. “I wasn’t staring at your… your… “

“Breasts?”

“No.”

“Ta-tas. Melons. Fun bags. Titties.”

Paul snatched the keys from her hands. “You can stop now.”

“Why? It’s making you squirm, and I just love watching you squirm. It’s cute.”

Whatever. Red-faced Paul pressed himself against the door to his room, wrestling the uncooperative key inside the cantankerous lock. All he managed to do was rattle it around. His palms felt sweaty, but he didn’t dare wipe them on his jeans.

“It helps if your hand doesn’t shake,” Dani taunted.

“My hands aren’t shaking, you’re just being annoying.”

Dani took his aggravation as an invitation to continue, prodding at his prudish nature with a wicked grin.

“Puppies. Cupcakes. Twins. Jigglies. Honkers. Oh, hooters. That’s a good one.”

Eventually, he managed to open the door. Much to Paul’s relief. He wasn’t aware of Dani’s depth of vocabulary, but she could probably have gone on all night, like a walking, talking thesaurus for naughty bits.

Luckily, the room was just how he left it. Freshly made bed, no dirty clothes on the floor, he even dusted the corners of bookshelves and desk. Safely hidden away in the black trunk under his bed were things that Dani could not see. On pain of death.

He flipped the light and threw his bag into its corner before plopping down in his computer chair.

Dani just stood at the door with her hands on her hips.

“What?” Paul asked.

“So this is where the magic doesn’t happen.”

Paul groaned.

Why did he agree to have her over again? Also, why did his heart skip a beat and his mouth go dry every time he was around this annoying Hobbit-sized girl? Some questions didn’t have good answers.

“I’m joking, Paul. It’s nice. It’s clean. Like you just killed somebody, and you hid all of the evidence.”

“I like a well kept living space,” Paul said with a shrug.

“That’s exactly what a killer would say.”

Dani waltzed into the room, taking it all in like a tourist.

She stopped at the edge of his bed.

Paul held his breath. This was a bad idea. A lot of secrets hid under that bed, just a foot away from her feet. Secrets that would send her running away to the hills.

Dani playfully wondered aloud, “If I was a dead body, where would I be.”

Paul exclaimed, “Could you just be normal for one second?”

“No, I can’t. Not even for one second.”

Detective Dani peered around the room holding an invisible magnifying glass. This was a game for her now, and it was in his best interest to play along. He didn’t want to rouse her suspicions.

His guest busied herself about the room, checking the top of his dresser, then the pillows on his made bed, evaluating his living space. There wasn’t much to evaluate, since he was a broke college student. His living conditions could be best described as spartan or austere. Spartan sounded cooler, like push-ups and swords and stuff.

“Aha! I think I’ve figured it out," Dani announced. "You're totally hiding dead hookers in your closet."
 
He answered, "You got me."
 
There wasn't anything interesting in the closet. She could search in there all day with nothing to show for it except for collared shirts and hanging slacks.
 
Dani wiggled her fingers as she went to pull open the closet door, awaiting an objection from Paul. There wasn't any. He slid his hands behind his head and reclined back in his desk chair; Dani would soon tire of this game, hopefully. Otherwise it’d be a long night.

“OMG! That’s so cute!”

What did she find?

Paul shot up from the chair, trying to get an eye on Dani and find out what her prying uncovered.

One second. Two seconds. A lifetime passed before Dani whipped around holding a giant teddy bear. His giant teddy bear.

His visitor was grinning from ear to ear, a genuine smile. He knew her enough to recognize when she was being herself.

Dani said, “This is adorable, what’s his name?”

“Teddy.”

Dani snuggled with the big bear. “Hi, Teddy.”

“It’s just something I brought from home,” Paul explained while fighting a blush. “You know, kid stuff to remember being a kid.”

“Do you still sleep with it? Like a baby?”

He coughed. “No, it stays in the closet. Put it back.”

“Jeez, no need to get all defensive of a stuffie-wuffie.”

Her mocking pouty face actually looked kind of cute, but it also forced him to cross his legs to cover up his tightening jeans. His special reaction to her baby talk.
 
Dani held the huge bear up with both hands before bringing it down to her chest for a quick nuzzling.

Then she stopped and sniffed it.

Paul immediately recognized the entirely dangerous inquisitive look coming about her face.

She said, “This teddy smells like baby.”

“What does that even mean?” Paul asked.

He was worried, he knew exactly what it meant.

“He smells like a daycare, you know, like baby stuff. I worked at one last summer break. It isn’t a bad smell, it’s just strange that it doesn’t smell like a stinky college boy.”

Paul needed to put this thing to bed before it got even more awkward.

“Well, I did have it as a kid… And maybe you’re just smelling something you want to smell.”

“Why would I want to smell diapers?” Dani rebutted with a squenched nose. “I’ve smelled enough stinky diapers to last a lifetime. Trust me.”

She tossed the large teddy onto the waiting bed, it flopped unceremoniously against the pillows. Its tired stitching and faded fabric could tell plenty of embarrassing stories — If it could talk, but it’s lips were stitched shut.

Teddy was a close partner when Paul was in that space, a keeper of hidden skeletons like the black trunk beneath the bed. The stuffy stared back at him, almost apologizing with both black beady eyes. Like it let him down, revealing his big secret.

But it looked like his secret was safe. For now, at least.

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“Who knew biology could be so boring?” Dani groaned as she floundered around on his bed.

Somehow they’d been able to keep focused for almost half an hour.

A new world record.

Dani had her notes out and everything. Now it looked like all of it was crumbling to pieces. Paul knew he was on borrowed time anywise; at least he could pretend that they had been productive.

“When do we get to the sex stuff?”

“Come on, Dani. Is that all that you think about?”

“Yes. It’s biology. Hormones, Pheromones, porno moans.”

“Dani.” He let his disapproval known.

“You need to loosen up, Paul. We were supposed to have fun tonight.”

“You mean to say that studying isn’t fun?” Paul joked, he stood up from his desk to head over to his tv. “Let’s watch a movie, then. I’m down for anything as long as it’s not romance.”

Dani rose up her knees on the bed. This had finally caught her attention.

“Netflix and chill? Paul you are a wiley one. I didn’t realize you were that kind of boy. The real question is, am I that kind of girl?”

Once again, he chose to ignore her, which hadn't worked to quiet her all night.

Paul had the remote in his hands, trying to get to a movie so Dani would stop embarrassing him. It said it was a smart tv on the box, but Paul begged to differ. The responsiveness left a lot to be desired, he quickly got frustrated and tossed the remote to Dani.

Then he checked his phone. “I can’t believe the pizza isn’t here yet.”

“Yeah, we ordered it ages ago. Maybe some alien ate it.”

“What?” Paul looked up from his phone.
 
Dani shrugged. “I don’t know, I don’t think through all the things I say sometimes.”

“Just stay quiet then, like everyone else when they can’t think of something… to say.”

Paul faded away as his eyes locked onto the tv screen. He couldn't move, only watch as the dread creeped up back into his neck.

“Why is this in the Kids section?” Dani asked, but she didn’t switch away.

She saw the same thing he did.

All eyes were on the line of shows making up the row of 'keep watching'. The baby shows, all mid-episode, there was no way out of this one. What would he say to her? What 'could' he say to her?

Paul quickly came up with a lie.
 
"I share my account with my family, I guess someone was babysitting or something."
 
"Uh-huh." Dani went about looking through the hours of toddler content, the perplexed, inquisitive gleam in her eye not fading a bit.
 
Paul started, "I don't think-"
 
Dani pressed play.
 
The way she settled into his bed just begged for another pathetic explanation from him. Paul failed to give her any explanation, just staring at the screen mouth open, as the babies danced around in their oversized colorful diapers to classical music.

The works of Mozart were supposed to make babies smarter or something. It was an easy sale to nervous parents concerned about development.

He didn't know if it was true, or cared to find out.

Right now, he had to get that remote out of Dani's hands. He couldn't exactly tackle her and rip it away. Even if that's what he really wanted to do. Paul had to play this cool, walk it away slowly. She was already suspecting ‘something’, between the baby-smelling oversized teddy and the toddler entertainment suite.
 
Paul asked, "Why are you watching this?"
 
"Why were ‘you’ watching this?"
 
If conversations could be compared to fencing, Dani was a master at swordplay. She had a sharp wit and a swift delivery. Most of the time, she pretended to be silly, but that was just act like a drunken master from old Kung Fu movies. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she had a rapier pressed to his chest.
 
He tried to explain a second time. "I wasn't watching this.. "
 
"It's actually kind of cute," Dani interrupted him, taking ownership of the remote and the flow of conversation. "We used to have shows like this for the kids at the daycare. We couldn't watch too many of them, there were a lot of state laws and such about screen time."
 
Paul complained, "Come on, let's watch a movie."
 
Dani replied, "I want to watch this."
 
"Why? What's so good about this baby show?"
 
"It's making you squirm, and I love it."
 
Paul collapsed back into his computer chair, fainting like a distressed damsel onto a waiting divan. Next would come the incessant fanning. Which he needed, he was breaking a sweat, hopefully Dani didn't notice.

He'd have to sit through whatever Dani was planning, if she even had a plan. Dani wasn't the planning type— but he was. However, there was nothing in his blueprint for this moment, so he froze in his chair, hoping for it all to end. This moment, or the world, whichever came first.

The babies on the screen rolled, waddled and crawled around to some Beethoven.
 
"Whoa! Check out the size of that diaper," Dani broke the silence. "Reminds me of the toddler class, how'd they'd just poop themselves and go about their business. As if no one noticed that a tail grew inside their diaper, right?"
 
Paul echoed, "Right.. "
 
Dani sat up on the bed.
 
"We'd have to constantly check them, like they were all smuggling poop in their diapers. Which they didn't like the checking either. And if you found out, you had to chase them down to get them to the changing room."
 
Paul laughed. He was supposed to laugh, it didn't feel natural.
 
"Paul, why don't you come here?"
 
What was she hinting at?

At first, Paul pretended his butt was glued to the seat, or that he was brain dead, or that the floor was lava; because he was going nowhere near Dani when she wore that Cheshire grin on her face.

Then she did it, Dani curled her finger and beckoned him from her spot on the bed.

He found himself on his feet, taking slow steps towards her. He was actually experiencing tunnel vision, the blurring on the periphery made the moment only about Dani and his shuffling feet on the tile floor.

Dani wiggled herself to the edge of the bed, continuing to lure him into invisible jagged rocks. Her siren song, a quiet verse, her curling finger did all the talking.

Paul asked, “What do you want?”

“Hold still.”

Paul did as he was told. A powerful force kept him in place, he became the final fence post after the hurricane had already blown the rest of the pickets away.

He felt her finger trail down his lower back, yanking away the backside of his jeans and boxers. Dani smiled as she got a healthy view of his butt. And Paul just stood there, like a good fence post.

Dani giggled. “All clean!”

He blinked. Did she just check to see if he messed his pants like a toddler? This was becoming too much for him to handle. The heat rose up his neck, he was sure his face was red, probably because he was holding his breath.

“Paul, you okay?” Dani wrapped her hands around his waist. “Earth to Paul, you in there?”

“I think so.”

Unable to properly function, he sat down on the bed next to her. Dani was just playing a game, Paul thought to himself. This was all a game, and he needed to get himself under control. This was not ‘his’ space, or ‘his’ time, or… or… anything.

Snap out of it, Paul.

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“What are you doing, Dani?” Paul asked for the thousandth time.

They’d spent some time talking, but it looked like her ADHD had kicked into gear. Dani was now boneless.

He watched her slowly slide from the bed upside down and head first, her curly hair hung like cave moss, while her body melted onto the floor like a Salvador Dali clock.

“I used to love doing this when I was a kid, just looking at the world this way. It’s quite the change of perspective. Join me.”

Paul noticed her shirt rising up her chest, as gravity worked its magic in reverse. This time revealing her pale stomach and cute belly button.

Join her, why not?

These were the kind of adventures that kept the world on its toes. Only Dani could pull him out of his shell, she had a way of bringing out the carefree goofball inside of him. It was almost worth all of the annoyance.

So he hung upside down like a goofball. It was silly. Relaxing. Perfectly matching the playful music on the television.

Dani laughed at him, he laughed at her. The kind of soul sharing that only happens on the other side of the silver screen. Man, he liked this girl.

Why couldn’t he just tell her so?

Not now. Talking would’ve ruined this moment, so they cracked up and pointed like a pair of mimes huffing laughing gas.

The sublime combination of giggles and gravity eventually brought both college kids to the floor. Paul looked at her, saw her in a special way, she glanced back as mischievous as ever. It was time. Paul prepared to move in for a soft kiss.

Then ‘IT’ happened. And not the kiss.

“What’s that box under your bed?”

Paul panicked. “What box?”

“The. Big. Black. Box-thingy right there.”
 
The. Big. Black. Box-thingy. It was right there. The trunk peeked out from beneath the perfectly made bed, halfway hidden in shadow, where he housed his ‘things’. He was thankful for the brass lock on the front, and the key on his keychain. A somewhat last line of defense now that it was out in the open.

What could he do? Whatever it was, he had to do it fast. Maybe he'd just drag her out by the ankle and sling her back onto the elevator. He had to do something, but he wasn't doing anything. Paul was petrified, trying to stammer another lie, but the words came out in empty gasps.
 
Dani asked, "Seriously, what's in the box?"
 
Seriously.
 
He had to answer her now that it was serious.
 
Paul croaked, "Nothing."

Even Paul failed to convince himself of his lie, he was as notorious a bad liar as Dani was a playful flirt.
 
"I know," Dani gleamed, "That's where you keep your freaky-deaky porn stash."
 
Paul swallowed. He should admit to the porn stash, that'd be a smart call. But then she'd want to see his porn stash, then she'd want to see inside the black box under the bed.

“Um.”

“Um?” Dani echoed.

To his horror, she shuffled herself under the bed and started pulling the large black trunk from its hiding place.

Paul grabbed her arm, harder than he intended.

“No, don’t touch that!”

Dani snapped, “What’s your problem, Paul?”

There was a dark fire in her eyes, she was angry. Angry at him. He had messed this up, this was the opposite of perfection. This evening was a catastrophic failure, and if she got into that trunk, everything between them would be over.

Paul warned her. “It’s private.”

“I didn’t mean to make you upset,” she said as curled up with her knees against her chest. “I’m just trying to have fun. You know me, I’m curious about everything.”

Paul waited for the right words. They didn’t come. Just the hurt feelings, and the pounding heart.

“I thought we were close enough friends that we didn’t need secrets.”

He replied, “Everyone needs secrets.”

Paul stared at the trunk, a Pandora’s box of guilt and shame. Right now, he hated that box. He also hated that Dani was here. All of the fun was over, the carefree circus was done, time to pack up the tent.

His phone buzzed on the floor next to him, Paul checked the screen. It was the pizza guy, in the lobby downstairs. Paul needed to fix this before he headed down to meet him.

“It’s okay, Dani. We just have to have boundaries, that’s all.”

“You know I’m a habitual line-crosser,” Dani chuckled.

“That’s what I like about you. Sort of. Kind of. It’s one of your likable features, I guess.”

Dani bursted into a smile. “You like me?”

He wanted to say, ‘Yeah, I do.’ It felt good, and right. Somehow Paul had managed to steer clear of the iceberg. Now he could reveal his feelings, once and for all. Maybe Cupid did deliver on V-day, or ‘Singles Awareness Day’ as Dani called it.

Paul flashed his phone.

“It’s the pizza, I’ll go downstairs and get it. You chill up here, and we’ll talk when I get back.”

Dani asked, “What about your mystery box?”

“It’s locked, so knock yourself out.”

Paul double checked to see if his keys were still in his pocket. Then left her with a parting grin. He’d practice what he wanted to say to her on the way to the elevator, and he’d have it perfect by the time he was back with the cheese pizza.

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It was perfect. Dani was in his room, hot pizza box in his hands, making everyone in the elevator jealous.

And they should be.

Paul was having one of his better ‘Singles Awareness Days’. One of the best in history.

He carefully balanced the pizza box as he removed his keys from his pocket. This time he didn’t drop them. Absolutely Perfect.

The door to the room slowly opened to reveal Dani on the floor in front of a very open black trunk.

She turned to him when she heard the door, the soft sheen of tears in her brown eyes.

“I’m so sorry, it wasn’t locked.”

The pizza box clattered to the floor at his feet.

 

[BabySiras]

Always triple check the lock boxes.

 

Also, this is incredibly adorable and wholesome

[Guilend]

Oh no. The magical unlocking box set forth into the universe to really mess up a guys day. 

[direking]

On 2/17/2022 at 11:32 AM, BabySiras said:

Always triple check the lock boxes.

 

Also, this is incredibly adorable and wholesome

Paul's meticulous nature had finally failed him, doing everything possible to hide his stuff, but actually doing a really bad job of it. How inconvenient, or convenient.

I'm happy with this sweet story, and I'm glad you like it.

22 hours ago, Guilend said:

Oh no. The magical unlocking box set forth into the universe to really mess up a guys day. 

No magic in this story, besides good ole Dani. I have a feeling that this open box is a good thing for Paul. When in doubt, let the diapers do the talking, and the girl lead the way.

Thanks for reading.

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Alone Together 2

“You might want to close the door unless you want the world to know about your diapers.”

This was Dani’s attempt at a joke. A way to gloss over a betrayal, or a breach of trust.

Any normal human would have laughed, or reacted in some way; but Paul was hardly feeling human at this point, robotically shutting the door behind him before slowly collapsing down next to the fallen pizza.

Dani tried to force a smile.

She said, “Come on, I said that I was sorry.”

No answer.

Then she asked, “Do I need to leave?”

No answer.

“I’m sorry, Paul. I really am.”

Apologies weren’t a part of her brash nature, and it felt strange to hear them, even if they came off as genuine.

Paul asked, “Why couldn’t you leave it alone, Dani?”

“You said I could open it!” Dani explained as she sniffed the tears away. “You’re the one who forgot to lock your diaper box. I don’t deserve any blame here.”

“You can’t spin it that way, Dani. I said that the box was private— “

“Right before you told me to ‘knock myself out’.”

She had a sound argument, but Paul wanted to place the blame on someone besides himself — it’s human nature to find a scapegoat. However, even he couldn’t pin it ‘all’ on Dani. Just some of it.

Paul admitted, “I don’t know what to say.”

Neither did Dani. An unwelcome silence.

He tried to look at the trunk’s contents from her perspective. Of course he knew how each item ended up in this treasure trove, where he found them, collected them, and had them neatly organized. The dozen Tykables that lined the inner wall of the trunk. The trio of pacifiers and a pair of large bottles that sat next to the baby powder, three-pack of wet wipes, and the *ahem* half empty bottle of baby oil.

Paul had hoped to add a onesie to the collection, but he never got the chance. Probably a good thing since there was plenty for Dani to process already.

However, her reaction wasn’t what he had expected. It was like she was studying the box, studying him, finally a subject that kept her attention besides sex. Dani tentatively poked at the diapers, mulling over a question, one he did not want her to ask.

Dani didn’t look at him as she asked it. “Why?”

A simple word. A complex meaning.

He answered, “I don’t know.”

“Do you wet the bed or something? Is it a medical thingy? Why do you have all of these baby things?”

Paul didn’t have to reply, somehow she knew the answers, but still wanted to ask the questions. He curled his knees up to his chest and rested his face in his hands. There was no way to end this, or forget this moment, or ever move onto something else. This was the end of Dani, he was sure she was already thinking about leaving.

Dani sighed before picking up a Tykable and examining both sides of the pastel and white rectangle.

This was nothing like the biology they had just studied. Dani showed a weird fascination with the diaper, carefully running her fingers up and down the inner padding and tracing the designs on the outside. She tapped her nails against the cushioning disposable, occasionally squeezing the diaper and filling the room with delightful crinkles.

“Okay. They’re cute. I’ll give you that much.”

Paul asked, “You don’t think I’m weird?”

“Of course you’re weird,” Dani laughed off his concern. “Even your secret diaper box is perfectly organized, and somehow I wasn’t surprised by that.”

Paul bristled at the term secret diaper box, but he couldn’t come up with a better set of words to describe that black trunk.

“Could you not call it that?”

She countered, “Fine, what would you like me to call it?”

Dani had that mischievous look on her face again. The kind of smile that would come from a passing pickpocket, making you want to double check for your wallet.

“I know — It’s your ‘Pamper Hamper’! You should stencil it on the side of the trunk so no one makes the mistake of opening it looking for freaky-deaky porn.”

Paul groaned, “Dani! This isn’t funny.”

“Then what do you want it to be?” Dani replied in a serious tone. “It can be anything you want, you just have to ask. Tell me what you want, Paul.”

He swallowed hard. What he wanted was different than what he ‘wanted’. Fantasy and reality weren’t supposed to blend together, they were meant to remain separate like oil and water.

Paul thought of times he fantasized about a moment like this, and sometimes those fantasies involved Dani, and a diaper, and that way she could twist him into soft submission. However, in this place we call the real world, Paul hadn’t planned anything other than her running away screaming if she ever got ahold of that box.

Now there was a folded diaper in her hand, and she was looking at him weird, like she was sizing him and staring him down at the same time.

Paul finally answered, “Let’s just forget this ever happened.”

Dani tsked as she shook her head. Her eyes met his. They were dark and commanding.

“No can do, baby.”

Baby. She had to use the word ‘baby’. Paul scuttled backwards until his back hit the door, which wasn’t a far distance — or far enough to get away from Dani. This was getting ‘too real’ for him.

“Paul, I knew tonight would be special. Let’s make it special.”

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” gasped Paul.

Dani giggled.

Uh-oh. She was digging at the items in the trunk again, this time like a carpenter searching for the right tool for the job.

He felt his heart beat faster. “What are you doing, Dani?”

“I’m getting ready to diaper the baby,” Dani answered with a cheeky grin. “You’re asking for trouble when a baby is out of his diaper.”

Paul gasped. He didn’t want this, but at the same time, he very much did!

Dani cradled more supplies in her arms: wet wipes, talcum powder, and the *ahem* baby oil. A familiar red Nuk pacifier dangled between interlocked fingers. She rose to her feet with her hands full of diapering goodness, towering over Paul for once. An absolute role reversal which made his hair stand up on his skin, made his mouth feel dry, his other reaction made the front of his boxers strain against his jeans.

“Now, where’s my baby?” Dani playfully scanned the room until her gaze stopped on Paul — Then she winked.

“I know exactly who needs his diaper,” she said.

Next she turned to poor, forgotten Teddy on the bed.

“Alright, Teddy,” she announced with a smile, “Time for a diaper change.”

This was quite a turn of events. Paul could only watch as she joined his stuffy on the bed, lowering the supplies at the bear’s feet, which she grabbed with both hands.

He stammered, “Um, you’re not going to— to me?”

“Not unless you ask me,” Dani replied while still gushing over Teddy. “You’re going to have to get pretty specific. I don’t want any more miscommunication like with the Pamper Hamper. Do I, Teddy?”

This was not the way this evening was supposed to happen. Not in his wildest dreams could he have believed the craziness of this ‘Singles Awareness Day’.

The room fell quiet as Dani began diapering up Teddy the bear.

First, she unfolded the diaper, almost popping it open. She raised the bear’s lower half into the Tykable. His lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling, his face ever expression-less, he was just a stuffy after all. However, Paul actually felt the acute pain of jealousy. How come the bear didn’t have to say anything to get Dani’s full attention? This was going to be the end of the partnership between them, no more Paul and Teddy, that bear was going to stay in the closet for good. Maybe even be shipped back home for being a backstabbing traitor.

Dani must have done a lot of diaper changing at her stent with that daycare, her familiarity with stuffy diapering was somewhat masterful. In little time, the tapes were sealed and Teddy was snug as a bug in his adult diaper.

“What do you think?” Dani asked as she held up the freshly swaddled teddy bear.

Paul felt his face turn red as his command over the English language left him.

“I.. uh… yeah.”

Dani taunted, “I think somebody’s jealous, Teddy.”

Teddy leered back at him with those plastic eyes, gloating without saying a word, a faint hint of a smile present on his stitched lips. And Paul thought they were bros to the very end.

“I think it’s time to close this box,” Dani suggested, “unless there’s another baby that needs anything.”

Paul let her words hang in the air, licking his lips and settling back against the door.

He croaked, “Close it.”

Dani appeared to be a bit disappointed, but she quickly moved on.

“Alright then, let’s eat some wrecked pizza and watch a movie. You, me and Teddy makes three.”

————

It was impossible to focus on the movie.

Since there was little in the name of furniture, the three of them shared his bed for the entirely awkward hour and a half. Paul wanted to audit the minutes because it felt like an eternity.

The worst part about the whole thing was that he should have been enjoying himself. Dani was literally on top of him for the full movie. A good part of it resting her head on his shoulder making him feel big and powerful. He breathed in the intoxicating scent of girly shampoo, something fruity, something flowery, something very much nice smelling. Another good part she forced his head onto her shoulder, which made him small and vulnerable. His cheek pressed against the spot just above her cushioning breasts, he was careful not to move his head too far south, he didn’t want to start up that walking, talking thesaurus of naughty bits again.

This whole interaction brought about deep thinking. He certainly wasn’t watching the movie with all of the sensory overload.

Paul didn’t know what he wanted to be for Dani, and it wasn’t exactly as romantic as he had pictured it in his imagination.

Mostly due to the fact that Teddy the bear sat just on her other side. The stuffed animal was safely diapered and tucked away under her arm like a competing lover. Throughout the movie, Dani purposely squeezed the diaper clad stuffy’s bottom, making it rustle and crinkle. At least it felt on purpose to Paul.

Thankfully, the credits eventually started rolling up the screen, and Paul flew up from the bed like he was holding his breath the entire thing.

When he was finally on his feet, he started pacing around the room. The pent up nervous energy transformed into kinetic anxiety, and his shaking hands found his pockets.

Paul said, “So we had a fun night, didn’t we?”

She answered, “Very informative, to say the least.”

Dani reacted to his newly emptied space by laying flat and spreading out on his sheets.

Then Paul asked the question he really wanted to ask.

“When do you think you need to head back to your dorm? It’s getting late.”

Dani made herself more comfortable in his bed, and doing the same for Teddy, the smug bear was smiling again.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. My roommate is having her boyfriend over for the night. I kinda don’t want to interrupt whatever they’re doing… mostly because they’re doing each other.”

“Dani! You can’t just invite yourself into my dorm and spend the night.”

Dani appeared appalled. “And why not?”

“People are going to say things… I don’t know.”

Paul once again ran his hands through his hair, which was partly slick from sweat which had long cooled. This was far from perfect, now she wouldn’t leave.

“Oh my!” Dani pressed her hands to her cheeks, faking a reaction to his old fashioned sensibilities. “When they gossip about us, do you think they’re going to mention the diapers?”

“Dani, you wouldn’t dare!”

“Come on, Paul, I know better than to betray you like that. It’s not my place to understand you, it’s my place to accept you. All of you — Even the crinkly parts.”

He asked, “You really mean that?”

Dani nodded.

Paul smiled for the first time since the opening of the diaper box, also known as the Pamper Hamper. How quickly that newborn smile disappeared.

“Well, I might have to see you in one to satisfy my curiosity,” Dani threw out her idea expecting him to catch it.

He had no intention of catching that hot potato. She could keep her curiosity, in fact she could shove that curiosity somewhere special. His face felt warm, that cold sweat made an unexpected return.

Paul blushed. “I.. I can’t do that, Dani.”

“Please, pretty please. It’ll be super cute, and it could be our secret. I can help if you want.”

She paused waiting for a response, her eyebrows remained raised to mid forehead. An almost cartoonish look.

Paul shook his head, pretty vehement about her latest suggestion, no matter how enthused his friend was about him wearing a diaper.

“It’s not going to happen, nope. Never. Ever.”

They had been friends long enough for him to know that Dani wouldn’t just take ‘no’ for an answer. She was stubborn as she was high energy and unmovable once her mind was set on something. And her mind was set on those diapers.

Dani asked, “What if I didn’t give you a choice?”

What was going on? Paul didn’t like the dark look in her eyes. It captured his own, forced him to look her directly into the darkness, or down at the floor. Nowhere else.

Dani slithered out of the bed all sexy-like, crawling with gentle fluid motions, as she sauntered to the black trunk on all fours. She used the Pamper Hamper to pull herself upright, keeping her eyes locked on Paul who cowered against the wall. She now stood between him and the door, closing the space of the small room, and pressing him literally into a corner.

And she kept coming closer.

“Maybe we’re over-thinking this. By the looks of it, you’re having a ‘hard’ time asking me for something, but I already know what you want.”

Paul swallowed.

“Do you think you could handle that?” Dani continued, “Change the rules of our little game?”

“This isn’t a game, Dani.”

How could he explain this to her? This guilt ridden side product of himself had gained a life of its own. Now she was goading him into a diaper. His super secret stash was spiraling out of the realm of fantasy and turning this night into something bizarre.

Dani asked, “Do you want to play, Paul?”

Paul went to open his mouth to tell her to stop, but he didn’t want her to stop. She was in his space now, dominating him despite her shorter stature.

“I’m going to be honest with you,” Dani said as she raked his t-shirt with her fingers. “I’ve been waiting so long for you to pull a move on me. Then it dawned on me tonight — I should pull the move on you.”

“Dani, I just didn’t know what to say,” Paul pleaded his case as his crush closed in for the kill.

“Shut up and kiss me, you Big Baby.”

Dani wrapped one hand around his shirt, tugging him down to her height. The other reached around the back of his head, forcing his mouth to her, where she waited with soft pursed lips. Paul was surprised to find a gentle kiss at the end of all of her manhandling embrace.

They stayed like that for a while, lips locked, softly breathing, pressed against that dorm room wall.

Eventually all kisses come to an end, some last longer than others, some too long, some too short. This one was just right.

“I can’t wait to see where this takes us,” Dani whispered. “I just need you to do one more thing.”

“Anything, Dani.”

Paul sounded so romantic, like something from the movie they’d just watched. His words slipping out through harsh whispers and heavy panting.

This little girl had him wrapped around her finger, she could manipulate him any way that she wanted now. Paul had become her yo-yo, a toy at the end of a string, that would come when she called with a curled finger.

“I’m going to need you to put on a diaper, my curiosity has been in overdrive, and I’ve been tingling since I first saw them.”

“Tingling?” Paul wondered.

Dani grabbed his hand and pressed it against her. Now he was tingling, too.

“I want to see you in your diaper,” Dani repeated with a sense of horny urgency.

Paul tried to pull himself together. “Um. Okay. I can do this – Actually, I can’t.”

“Alright, time to do things my way,” Dani purred before she led him by the hand to his bed. “The little ones always try to avoid a diaper change.”

He let her take him by the wrist to his bed, his feet tripping up behind him, a snail-like walk of shame to his special place. Next thing he knew, Paul was laying next to Teddy. One of them was already diapered.

The room was changing now. Even if the real walls, floor, and ceiling remained the same, it was all too different from this perspective. Almost like hanging upside down. His dorm room now belonged to Dani, it started to feel like her daycare.

And Paul? He felt like a toddler needing a diaper change.

This feeling was nothing like he had expected; a trembling excitement tickled his senses as he welcomed the transformation. His bed was less a bed, and more a changing table. His body felt less like his own; more like cute property belonging to Dani. If she wanted him in diapers, who was he to argue with her? He was so little, so free, so ready to be in his space. It felt good to dismiss some of that responsibility for being alive, it felt even better knowing that he was in her hands.

Dani leaned over him, her cave moss black hair tickled his face, her smile delighted his soul.

She chirped, “We should probably go over some ground rules before we get started.”

“Ground rules, good idea,” Paul mindlessly parroted from his spot on the bed.

“You don’t poop in these things do you?”

Paul quickly shook his head. “Um. No, not me.”

“Good,” Dani laughed. “I’m pretty sex positive but that pushes my limits.”

He couldn’t get over how she was so intoxicating, the feeling of being beneath her, and at her mercy.

She asked, “What about wetting them?”

Uh-oh. His guilty expression must have given him away, because her face lit up when she hit the jackpot.

“You do, don’t you! O-M-G. You are totally a pants-wetting baby. And you’ve been hiding it this whole time. What a naughty brat!”

Paul giggled when she tickled the sides of his belly. A sweet surprise for both of them.

The transformation was complete, he was no longer a college kid worried about college kid things. He was a little kid, doing very little kid things.

Her playful condemnation took him to that space, her smile was a paid ticket for that ride. In his space, Paul wasn’t worried about saying the wrong thing because babies didn’t say anything at all. They listened to their senses and their immediate surroundings. Little Paul melted into the softness of the sheets, the calming presence of Dani, and the protection of that diaper.

Dani ordered, "Open up."

He did. The oncoming red pacifier suddenly felt at home between his lips. A start to something that he'd never shown anyone before -  a vulnerable side of him kept in a box under a bed. The moment moved in slow motion, her hands at his belt, unbuttoning his pants, her struggle to shimmy the jeans free from his legs. While awkward, it felt right.

It took two tries to yank his boxers down with his jeans at a spot around his ankles. It felt weird to allow her to see him naked, weirder than letting her rifle through his Pamper Hamper. However, it was far too late to turn around now; and when he saw the way Dani bit her lower lip, like he was dessert before dinner, he didn't want to turn around at all.

The way forward was that diaper.

"You're going to have to help me by lifting your legs," Dani said as she prepared the Tykable. "You're like twice my size and 500 pounds heavier than me."

Paul didn't say anything. Partly because of the pacifier. Partly because he didn't like to say much at all. Dani was going to do all of the talking now, which was a good thing, because she never was afraid to speak her mind.

She reminded him, “Paul, your knees need to go up to your chest.”

Yes. That’s what he needed to do. Paul bent his legs and raised them to his chest, straining to help her slide the diaper underneath him. The room was so very quiet. The soft sounds of rustling disposable and suckling pacifier almost covered up his heavy breathing.

This was terrifyingly perfect. There was a wrongness associated with this kind of happiness, a guilty pleasure that came without consequence.

Dani knew exactly what he wanted, and the best part was that he didn't have to say a single thing.

"Let's make sure you smell nice and fresh," she whispered.

Dani slapped the sides of the canister of baby powder to make it snow on his exposed diaper area. Paul kept looking for reassurance from her, afraid that she'd change her mind and become disgusted with him. Yet, that wonton playfulness was still there, even as the tapes sealed him tightly into his fresh diaper. Dani delighted in his comforting deep secret.

"Okay, this is super cute – I should get a camera,” Dani was amused by his wild reaction. Mostly by the terrified look in his eyes. "I'm joking, baby. I'm totally joking. Except for the cute part. It's bringing something out in me that I don't want to hold back."

Dani leaned over him to put Teddy in his arms, making sure that he got a good look under her hanging shirt. She made sure he got an eyeful, even pressing 'the girls' against his chest.

He was so deep into his space, he curled up tighter to Teddy, and pressed his nose against his stitched lips. The bear did smell like baby, but so did Paul.

The short girl with curly hair, the one with the infectious smile, looked him over like he was a 'job well-done'. Paul had to admit that her diapering was pretty solid, it felt snug and secure, even Teddy's was barely budging.

As watched her watch him, Paul wondered how he looked in a t-shirt and diaper with a pacifier between his lips. He squeezed his thighs together, pressing his diaper between his legs. Dani was waiting for something from him, or her, or something to happen. Paul just laid there waiting as well.

“Paul, if you get to pretend to be my baby, can I pretend to be your mommy?"

For tonight only.

Dani as his mommy.

Paul as her baby.

Alone Together.

The end of their evening was at hand. Being alone together wasn't so bad an idea after all. Dani cheerfully waltzed to the room’s lone light switch, lightheartedly flickering the lights on and off, eventually leaving the room in total darkness. Paul soaked in the senses of the quiet room.

A t-shirt landed on his face. Dani’s black t-shirt.

He softly chuckled behind his pacifier as he pulled it free.

Next came her bra, which almost poked him in the eye. Paul was about the protest until he saw Dani standing before him. The room wasn’t dark enough to hide her pale skin, or her naked torso. It was breathtaking. She shook the *ahem* baby oil in her hands, making it slosh against the plastic bottle.

The night drifted into oblivion with these final words.

"Alright, baby. Time to play."

And then she joined him in bed.

The End

[D503]

Great little story. I wonder if "pamper hamper" will stand the test of time lol.

[Babyqtboy]

Would love to see a follow up to this 🥰🤞🤞