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Michael woke up. He remembered what he had done the night before and excitedly lifted the covers to peek at the damage. But there was none, apart from a drop sized stain in his underwear he was dry as dust. He sighed but he wouldn’t give up that easily. In all the stories he read the people spent days before unconsciously peeing and weeks before being put in diapers. He had to keep going. But for now he was hungry. He didn’t even bother to put on clothes.
Michael walked into the kitchen to have breakfast. His mom and dad were already eating. “You guys in a rush? It’s Sunday!” Michael asked with a crooked eyebrow. “We’re visiting your grandma, she’s sick and if nothing else… we want to say goodbye” his mom answered giving him a strained smile. Michael got excited, not for his grandma since she was a real pain, last year she moved houses. She had forced the entire extended family to rent a truck and spend over 4 hours loading furniture while she stood by smoking. “There’s money on your card since we’ll be gone for a few days, I’ll call you everyday and don’t throw a party because we will know if you do” she said before kissing his cheek and running out the door with his dad tumbling behind her. They were gone.
Michael waited a bit to make sure they were gone. Then he rushed upstairs. He pulled out the destroyed diaper he had from his granddad. It wasn’t an adult diaper, just an old toy for the dolls. But with underwear it kind of fit Michael and he would masturbate with it.
As he looked at it He smirked. But then he got sad, frustration and anger washed over him as he realised this was worthless. He had probably more than two days to do what he wanted and he was going to use this piece of garbage? No. No he wasn’t! He threw the piece of plastic on the bed and got dressed. He grabbed his keys, wallet, headphones and put his phone on airplane mode. He suspected his mom was tracking his location.
There was a shop two miles from Michael’s house, but he didn’t go there. He got a sports bag from the cellar and made his way to the train station. In Michael’s town there was a road that stretched between two cities. Michael went to the one furthest away, where he didn’t go to school.
Fresh air hit him as he stepped off the station. He had to be quick though. He stepped abruptly towards the supermarket that was closest, still filled with anger and frustration. He went straight to business and found the diaper isle. The one he was so interested in yet had never visited as he was an only child and was ashamed of his interest.
He picked out the biggest ones he found. He had no reference as to whether or not they would fit, but he had no way to test it and he didn’t find any larger ones. He walked to the cashier and put them on the conveyor belt. He thought about pulling up his hoodie to protect his identity, but realized it would look even more suspicious. He simply avoided eye contact, paid with cash and left the receipt. He put the pack in his bag which thankfully covered it. Walking out the store to go home he was brought back to reality. He had just bought a pack of diapers!
The walk home was uneventful, as everyone assumed he was simply walking home from practice. But Michael was on edge the entire time waiting for his friends to jump him and start asking where he’d been. After a few nervous glances Michael was in his room, staring at the pack. He was in disbelief that he had pulled it of after years of dreaming about it and now it was time to reap the rewards. He layed down on the bed in only a t-shirt. He already had one of the diapers under his crotch and began to lift it. It was so relaxing and fulfilling that he immediately got a stiffie but he didn’t care. He taped it up as good as possible but even though he was skinny his hips were as wide as a mammoths’. It would do for now he thought to himself as he again laid down, stroking his diapers crotch area before setting a 1 hour timer and taking a nap. He was excited to continue but thought it best to rest a bit before going all in on his fantasies.
Dreams Of A Diaper Boy – Chapter Four
Michael opened his eyes and stared into his wall. Was he dreaming? He felt something soft around his crotch. He had dreamt about being in diapers before but never this vividly. He slowly lifted his covers to see that he was in fact in a diaper. Furthermore on the floor next to him was a newly opened pack of the same diapers. Well if this is a dream, might as well make the most out of it he thought to himself as he pulled the covers over himself and began caressing himself. In a matter of minutes he had already cum in his new comfortable toilet. That’s right. He had almost forgot that there were multiple uses for his undergarments. He tried to relax and release the build up in his bladder, but nothing came out. He tried getting up and squatting to see if that would help but to no avail. He even tried sitting on the toilet in order to trigger his body enough to pee. But it didn’t help. Wait he thought. If I stand in the shower it won’t be a problem since any mess can be simply washed off. A couple weeks ago Michael had yearned for the feeling of peeing himself so he grabbed his mother’s menstrual pad as padding and got in the shower. He had underwear and was pointing down. He let go with minimal effort and his pre started flowing into the pad. It felt great but of course the pad wasn’t meant for peeing. After about 100ml of pre it started to leak and his entire underwear was suddenly wet.
Now he had a diaper on and nothing else. He stood in the shower, leaned towards the wall and let go. It was wonderful all the pre pooled in the diaper before being sucked up and unlike the pad it didn’t leak a drop. He squished the diaper which caused some yellow drops to make their way down his thighs but he paid it no mind. He started furiously rubbing his diaper until he once again came. He was instantly transported back to reality as he realised this wasn’t a dream. The shame was now tenfold what it had been earlier but he didn’t remove his diaper just yet. He put on some sweatpants and made lunch.
The pre was now cold and he began feeling clammy. He decided it was probably best to change diaper. He went upstairs to his room with a plastic bag in hand. He removed his now soggy and disgusting diaper before putting it in the bag. He grabbed another one from the pack of 20 he had bought. This time though he was not in a rush. He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped down his seed and pee to ensure he was clean. He opened up the diaper and for some reason sniffed it. It smelled vaguely like baby powder which he wished he had bought as well but it was too late now. He got comfortable in his bed before slipping the diaper under himself. He made sure he was pointing down and brought the front of the diaper up towards his stomach. He taped it as best he could and laid there.
Wonder if mom has any lube in her bedroom, he shamefully thought to himself. No there’s no way… right? Well I’m not gonna get an answer laying here am I? He walked downstairs again and entered his parents room. He started snooping around in their wardrobes and found more than he bargained for. In her drawer was just what he was looking for. A bottle of silicone lube. But that wasn’t everything there. He also found a dark purple semi broken rabbit vibrator. He almost fell but remained composed. Honestly he wasn’t that surprised since his parents marriage was very bland over all. He picked up the piece of plastic and thought about the discovery. Although he didn’t need to think for very long. His boner was thinking for him.
It was slick after he had put just a couple of drops of the lube on it. He started getting ready. He had experimented once or twice with fingers in the shower but never something like this. The purple thing was ready, he was ready, his hole was ready and he did it. He pushed the diaper to the side to accommodate his newfound friend and started pushing slowly. The head of it entered with minimum pain and he kept going. After about 5 minutes the rabbit part was pushing against his sack and he couldn’t go any further. He tried pulling it back and forth but that was not happening. Instead he decided to get used to the feeling first. So he maneuvered the diaper back over the pleasure rod and it pushed a bit further in. He layed down for about 10 minutes simply contemplating what he had done. This was wrong and he knew it, but it felt too good to stop. So he didn’t. He got up and walked downstairs. The dildo grinding against his buttcheeks as he went and his member getting more and more excited. Michael however was not getting excited. In fact he got to the fridge, opened it, looked inside, closed the door…
And started to cry
The End of Dreams Of A Diaper Boy – Chapter Three & Four
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