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August 28, 2022: Just a Dream 1+2
🕑 Added 2022-08-29 07:05:37 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: A continuation of a free-write all the way from 2020. Rather than dig it up, I continued it in one file with the updated formatting style I used these days. Definitely took a fun turn! New material starts at "What?" as the main character is surprised by their roommate's statement. Enjoy!
I looked through my chats, and all I saw was diaper pics and stickers. I looked through my social media feeds and all I saw was diapers. I looked at my internet sites and search history... diapers. And in my closet? Diapers. That's when it hit me. I was a total diaperslut. I looked down and saw what I was wearing, a onesie with a super thick diaper. I could feel it pressing into my crotch, pushing my legs apart. When had this happened? How?
"Heyyyy there, buddy boy!" my room mate said with a grin as we walked in and casually put his hand on the front of my diaper. "Is my little guy wet?"
"You!!!" I shouted. "You're responsible for all this!"
He just chuckled. "Of course! But there's nothing you can do about it now, diaper boy! Nobody would believe you were serious if you tried to quit. Not at this rate. You've proven to everyone you know what a diaperslut you are, and you're gonna stay in diapers, and everyone you know is going to make sure of it."
"Noooooo!!" I cried, as he pushed me back and unbuttoned my onesie.
I sat up in a cold sweat. What a weird dream! And why about my room mate? I whipped off the covers as I was struck by a sudden bout of paranoia. I sighed with relief to see that I was wearing my boxers, as usual. I checked my closet - just my regular clothes. And my chats and feeds - not a diaper in sight. It really was just a weird dream. I sighed and crawled under the covers once more, and fell fast asleep.
"Hey- hey, Ben! Wake up! Hey!"
"W-wha? What's going on?"
"I heard you yelling. I just thought I-"
My roommate stopped and looked down. He had placed his knee on the bed.
"O-oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... uh..."
"I-it's fine," I said, blushing. "I don't even remember what-" then I felt it.
"No..." I said, whipping off my covers. "No, no no!"
My bed was totally wet.
"Hey, man. Calm down. These things happen..." he said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Not to me!" I said.
"Listen, uh, why don't I make us some coffee. I don't think either of us is going to get any sleep any time soon."
I sat in the kitchen in my bathrobe, sipping on coffee. My roommate leaned against the counter. Awkward silence. The sound of the washer running in the background.
"So..." he began. But he didn't have anything to finish it with.
"Yeah..." I said. I looked down into my coffee.
"Listen, maybe it was just a one time thing." he said, with an encouraging half-smile.
"It's not," I sighed. "To be honest, it's been happening more and more. And..."
"What?"
"Oh geez, I can't believe I'm admitting this, but those bad dreams? I've been dreaming that I was back in diapers. All the time. And... and you made me wear them! Isn't that weird? Like, it makes no sense!"
"Yeah, ha-ha," he gave an unconvincing laugh and scratched the back of his head. He wasn't making eye contact.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shared all that. I've made you uncomfortable. I know that it's your thing, but I'm cool with it!"
"Are you? Because it seems like you were pretty freaked out before I woke you."
"I'm sorry, I- I'm just scared that this is going to get worse. And I don't know what to do. Um. Jake? C-can I ask you something?"
He sighed in annoyance. "What?"
"C-could you help me put on a diaper?"
"Ben, that's..."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have asked!"
"...really hot!" he finished.
"What?" I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly.
"Yeah," he said, smiling and scratching the back of his head without making eye contact. "I-I mean. Uh, I'd like to help... If I can..."
Was he blushing?
I couldn't help it. I jumped up out of the chair and hugged him around the neck.
"Oof! H-heyyy, buddy!" He was taken aback, but after a few seconds of stunned silence, he returned the hug.
"Thank you," I said, pressing my head into his shoulder and trying not to cry. No one had ever helped me with this problem. No one.
"Where are they?" he said, finally.
"Um... they're... *sniffle* buried in my closet," I said, pulling away so I could pull myslef back together. I led him back to my bedroom, and looked back at him once before going into the closet, in the bottom drawer of the armoire, under my extra sheets and linens, to my secret diaper stash. My heart was pounding in my chest the whole time. I couldn't believe I was telling anyone about this, much less my roommate.
"H-here," I said, pulling the least conspicuous one I could - a plain white medical diaper with a yellow indicator strip running along the center.
He held it up and examined it, turning it in his hand and then he looked back at me.
"You're going to need more than that if this keeps happening."
"I-I know," I stammered. "Um... thank you for helping," I whispered.
He pointed to the bed, and I lay down. The bedding was already in the laundry and I had soaked up the moisture as best I could with a towel, but there was still a damp spot I had to avoid.
"You're sleeping with me tonight," he muttered to himself as he opened up the diaper and gave it a once over before laying it down on the bed below my legs.
"What do you me-whoa!" I was taken aback as he lifted my legs like I weighed nothing. It was easy to forget he was on the college wrestling team.
"You can't sleep in a wet bed," he said, simply. He didn't say it with any intonation per se - just matter of factly.
"I guess not..." I said, as he positioned the diaper under me, and then let me down, gently.
"Powder?" he asked.
"Oh, it's in the drawer - I mean. Uh... p-powder? What do you mean?"
He gave a small chuckle at that and smirked as he walked back to the drawer to pull out my bottle of baby powder. I don't know why but I always found the smell so relaxing. It definitely helped when he shook some on me and the smell reached my nose instantly. I began to relax a bit and let him diaper me. He seemed to know what he was doing too.
"I've diapered cousins, nephews, nieces. It's the same principle."
"Y-yeah," I said, blushing that he put me in the same category as actual babies who still needed diapers. Then, I blurted out, "You know, I could sleep on the couch it it's too-"
"No." he said, firmly but without raising his voice. "You're sleeping in a real bed tonight. My bed. Get over it."
I was sure I was blushing as he pulled the diaper up, snug and secure. He didn't seem to need any direction at all as he did this. Then, when he finished, he surprised me by patting the front and giving me a belly raspberry. I giggled, but then looked at him with surprise.
"Sorry, force of habit," he said, smiling, blushing, and rubbing the back of his head again. Why was my roommate so darn cute? That only made this whole situation more embarrassing for me.
"Well, like I said, I don't know how much sleep we're going to get tonight. Especially with all that coffee but..." He paused to give an exaggerated yawn, stretching out his arms as he did so. "I reckon it's about time we hit the hay. Come on, then."
I had no chance to argue as he pulled me back to his room. Inside, the room was covered in wrestling posters, some band posters, a light smell of used jockstraps hung in the air from the load he had in the hamper. Not unpleasant by any means, but definitely there. He hurried me into the bed and climbed in after me, spooning me.
It was weird feeling his legs pressing up against my diaper. Knowing that he could feel the plastic on his skin. It was embarrassing. He explored the plastic with his hands, being very gently and avoiding touching my privates, though I wished he would.
He was definitely curious, asking me a few questions about what it felt like, how long I'd needed them, if I liked them, etcetera.
"D-do I like them?" I asked, taken aback by the question. I didn't think that thought would even occur to him. And yet, he asked it, so the possibility must have been in his mind. I ventured a "yes," and he just nodded, as if that was completely normal. I lay there being spooned by my roommate in just a diaper. Nothing about this situation was normal.
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Joseph
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