Having three people in the house complicates certain things. Mostly privacy. With Stan, he’s so busy and off in his own little world, I can indulge in my secret. With Naomi here, it’s harder. I am aware that she knows about my secret and is comfortable with it, but still my privacy is my privacy and I don’t want anyone to feel that I am imposing myself onto them. Making someone else comfortable makes me comfortable, so to speak. Getting a chance to wear a diaper without worrying if someone will barge in and see me in that position makes me nervous. So nervous, I can’t enjoy it when I want to.
There are days, though, that I get my way. Naomi and Stan would both be out and I can, even in a short amount of time, enjoy it like no other satisfaction. On days like today, I am eager like a child on Christmas. Stan and Naomi both work today. Stan was able to get Naomi a job at Breaking Music as a clerk, albeit the fact she has little knowledge of music and it’s inner workings. Steve and Jimmy took the day off to go to a Basketball game, but Stan is smart enough to help Naomi out if ever she was put in a tough spot. She’s getting it though.
Stan and Naomi left twenty minutes ago. I laid in bed, enjoying my wet diaper which I was wearing from the night before. I woke up right when they left and soiled it for the hell of it. I just basked in that warm feeling, but as it started to cool off, the feeling went away. I hopped out of bed and changed my diaper. The feeling of that fresh diaper was so wonderful, words make it hard to describe. All I want to do is get my stuff turtle and pacifier and lay in bed some more.
Finally, as I grew tired of just lying in bed for so long, I decided to be active in my diaper. I would go around the house and do chores. I started with laundry. As I piled clothes after clothes into the washer, I found myself every now and then bringing my hand to my side and feeling my diaper. The thick padding cushioned my skin and the plastic was so smooth against my thighs.
Next chore was to vacuum. The vacuum hummed quietly against the carpeted floor as I moved with it. Periodically, I would look down at my diaper, then the floor, then my diaper, then the floor. I walked all over the house, taking my time vacuuming. The cold air brushing up my legs was comforting, yet the diapered area stayed warm and snug, creating a odd, yet pleasing, contrast.
When I was done, I realized I had completed all the chores needed to be done. There was not much to do, I’m afraid, other then watch some TV, play video games and read. I had no interest for any at the moment, but I settled for television. I looked through the movies, Trying to find something that wouldn’t ruin my time in my diaper. I settled on a comedy film, but I paid no attention to it. I felt my morning bowel movement calling. As I sat on the couch, I pondered whether or not I should do it. I could go into the bathroom, pull the diaper down and go in there. No fuss, no muss. But, I had this inner desire poking at me. It has been so long since I had something like that. No one was here, why not?
I sat there naturally, waiting for it to pass without me forcing it. Eventually, it will all come out and it will feel great. I turned off the TV and just sat there in silence. The clock in the other room could be heard ticking melodically. Time was passing by slowing as the feeling grew bigger. I waited, and waited. The pain in my stomach grew and I could feel it coming. Finally, after several minutes of just waiting for it to happen, it came. Warmth filled my diaper as I relieved myself in it. I could feel it squishing and the odor hit me like a truck. This was something I didn’t want to stick around.
I got up and walked to the bathroom, moving carefully. I removed the dirty diaper and wiped off all excrement. I immediately disposed of the diaper, wrapping it in a plastic bag first. Then, I got into the shower and cleaned myself off. I was in there for several minutes before I completed my normal shower routine. After which, I dried myself off, put on a new shirt and fastened, yet again, another diaper. I was making the best of this day, no matter what.
I went back downstairs and went back to watching TV. I became bored, however, and went back upstairs to check my email and playing some games. I sat on my bed playing my game console when I realized that the batteries in my controller were dead. I faintly remember having some in my bottom drawer in my night stand. I got up and began to search for them. Moving aside several pieces of junk and knick knacks I had laying In there, I finally found one, but I continued searching for the second one I knew was in there. My mind was so into what I was doing, I didn’t hear the door swing open. I did, however, hear the very loud yell of a surprised female, the kind that you hear when they see someone naked.
I turned to see Naomi trying to hold back her laughter as she looked upon me with her hazel eyes. I grabbed a bed sheet and cover myself and immediately exclaimed, “What are you doing here?”
“Sorry, I left work early and I wanted to see if you were awake to go to lunch.”
“Jesus, you can’t knock?”
“Sorry,” she paused for a second, snickering, “It’s not like I didn’t know about that, at least.”
“Yeah, but did you have to scream? You scared me so bad.” I started to laugh along with her.
“I’m really sorry. I totally forgot about the diaper thing.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry too for yelling.”
“So, you want to go to lunch?”
“Yeah, just let me change.”
“Oh, you don’t need to change. I mean, yeah, put on pants, but you can wear the diaper.”
“Oh no, it’s fine, I can put on some underwear.”
“No, please, I insist.”
There was no use in arguing with a female. Unless your intention is to hurt them, the causes do not justify the means. I knew this from experience back home. I complied, left the diaper on and put a pair of jeans over them. We got into her car and drove to a restaurant. On the way, she explained that she traded shifts with another employee so he could go to a metal show this week. All this time, I sat on pins and needles. Wearing a diaper in front of someone and them consciously knowing about it is something I’m not used to.
We arrived at the place within minutes, were seated, ordered, and waited patiently for our food. I tried to keep the table talk off track of diapers, but Naomi works in sneaky ways. Perhaps too sneaky for her own good. “So, what were you doing when I walked in on you?” She asked.
“Looking for batteries.”
“Do you always need to wear a diaper when you look for things.” As the words poured out, I blushed and buried my face in the table. “You don’t need to be embarrassed.” She said as she laughed. I really wasn’t, but I wanted to play the part. “I think it’s cute, to be honest.”
“Thank you.” I said with my head raised, now resting on my arm.
“So, what else did you do in the diaper?”
“Chores, mostly. I vacuumed, I did the laundry. Watched TV.”
“Is that all?”
“All that I’m going to say.”
“Oh, you didn’t. Did you use it too?” I smiled and looked away. “You did? Oh, you are so gross.”
“Yeah, but from the way I see it, you don’t reach fulfillment unless you do.”
“True, true.”
“I wish I was wearing underwear right now.”
“Please, I’m trying not to make you embarrassed. That’s why I told you to keep it on.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Besides, it doesn’t bother me.”
“Yeah, it bothers me a bit. Perhaps it’s just being uncomfortable around someone who knows.”
“Don’t be. God, I remember changing Maya’s diapers. Hated it, but I always tried to remember those time when I did wear a diaper. I can’t even get past 1st grade, let alone those diapered years.”
“Yeah, I was always curious how I became to intrigued by it. I started wearing again when I was Thirteen. I was at my grandma’s house and she wasn’t home. I can’t remember why, but she wasn’t there. I was just walking around, looking through drawers and stuff because I was a little curious bastard. I went upstairs, opened her closet and found a bag of adult diapers stuffed in the corner. I unfolded it and suddenly it all came back to me. I put it on, and I’ve been doing that ever since.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.” A brief moment of silence occurred. “I’ve missed you, Brian.” She said.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
We came home around 2:00. I went upstairs to get out of this diaper finally and put on some regular underwear. I haven’t used it, but am just anxious to have it off and going on with my day without worrying about being caught in a diaper. I entered my room, closed the door and took off my belt. I set it on my bed and let my pants fall around to my ankles. My hand rubbed itself over the front of my diaper, squeezing it to hear the crinkle and feel the soft fabric against my skin.
From behind me, the door opened. I hear it this time and turn to see Naomi coming in and closing the door. Instinctively, my hands pick up my jeans and pulled them to my waist. “What’s up?” I asked. She came close to me, silencing me with her lips locked onto me. Her arms wrap around me as mine do the same. I held her body close, embracing her love. Our lips parted and she says one thing, “I’ve really missed you.”
I was crazy about him from the moment I saw him. His dark brown hair and hazel eyes reminded me of fall and the happiness it brought me as a child. His gentle, caring nature showcased an innocence that brought me back to my younger years, when Santa was real and there was no evil in the world. I made excuses to be near him and get to know him, like helping me with the groceries and having him baby sit Maya. I found myself fond of his every feature. Even the diapers, something that people would find strange, I found it unique and pleasing. It added more to his innocence. I fell in love with him because he reminded me of a child. Someone not corrupted by drugs, gangs, alcoholism, murder, rape, and the media. He was a free spirit and he was real. When he was gone, all I could think about was him. Every time I received bad news, I thought of him and how he could always make me feel better. When things got to their worse, he was all I could think of and the only person I wanted to help me. I wanted his love. I’ve never thought love was real until I found him.
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