Just in case

Just in case

Moving out for college was the best decision John ever made. He’d have his own life, his own things, a schedule he picked out for himself, his own time to do whatever he wanted with, and eventually, he’d even have his own room. This could be the clean slate he was dreaming of; he could shed his reputations from his old home and become anyone he wanted! He could actually make friends who lived nearby him, experiment with things, maybe even meet a cute guy and hit it off. I mean, he could dream, couldn’t he? The boy ran imaginative scenarios through his head as he went about unpacking his clothes and his things. He had shown up a couple days before he had to, so he could have the room to himself and settle in before his roommate showed up. Humming a little tune to himself, he reached into his bag without much thought, feeling something odd. As he pulled out the strange package, his heart jumped to his throat. It was a package of diapers. Taped to the front was a neatly handwritten note:

John,
I couldn’t help but notice you forgot to pack a few things! I took the liberty of packing up all those toiletries that you forgot, you’re welcome! If this a clever ploy to try to stop brushing your teeth every night, it’s not gonna work! Even though you haven’t had any problems lately, you should probably at least have protection just in case you have a little accident. I wouldn’t want my roommate to be wetting his bed every night, nor would I want to be washing sheets every morning, would you? I guess if you really are a big boy now, just take this as a last little joke from your loving parents, hm? I hope college is a lot of fun for you, God knows you could use a few new friends. Don’t forget to write or call us every once in awhile, just because we’re not cleaning up after you doesn’t mean we don’t exist~!
Love, Mom <3

John’s face got steadily hotter as he read through the note. Really? He hadn’t wet the bed in almost six years now, it was pretty obvious he wasn’t going to anymore. Being treated like a little kid was exactly what he was trying to get away from. It wasn’t his fault that his body decided that five foot four was the best place to stop growing! The boy grumbled a bit to himself and tossed the package back onto the unused bed behind him. He’d get around to throwing it out sometime soon. His roommate wasn’t due to be in for at least another day or two, so at least that wasn’t a problem. What would he even do if he found out about that little surprise with someone else in the room? Someone that he was going to live with? John shook the thought out of his head. Instead, he checked the clock and found the campus cafeteria had just opened for dinner five minutes ago. A nice meal would do great for getting the thought that someone thought he still needed diapers as far out of his mind as possible. He set out to do just that.

At around three or four, Chris rolled into his new room, to find that his roommate had already started setting up shop. It was a pretty standard room, very similar to what he had last year. Two beds across from one another, each with a desk on the opposite wall, and a dresser bordering it. There was a door at the back leading to a shared bathroom, and two small closets. The only thing that struck him as odd was the curious package of diapers on what he assumed would be his bed. He set his bags down by the bed and picked up the diapers to inspect them, and it was just at this time that his new roommate decided to return from his meal.

His roommate was clearly a freshman, judging by how small he was. About five foot and some change, Chris guessed, with such a slight build as well! He had long hair for a boy, black curls reaching down to his shoulders in the back, and framing his nicely rounded face, big brown eyes* behind his glasses. A textbook cutie if Chris had ever seen one. He flashed a friendly grin and waved the package in the air a little.

“Hey man, are these yours?”

John stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t find words. No one was supposed to be in for days! Why did his roommate have to pick today to show up? Why didn’t he just throw the diapers away? “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about! M-my friends were just playing a joke on me, I guess!”

“Says here they’re from your mom. ‘Just in case you have a little accident,’ hm?” Chris chuckled a bit. “I don’t have a problem with it! It’s actually kind of cute!”

“What?”

“Yeah! Cute little guy just can’t help but have accidents sometimes, and it’s all embarassing, and all he needs is a nice friend to help comfort him…” Chris couldn’t help but be a little flirty. He had a problem with pushiness and probably should stop one of these days.

“Oh. Well, um…” The deepening blush crossing John’s face didn’t go unnoticed. Did he just call him cute?

“My name’s Chris, by the way.” He set the package back down and extended a hand. “Nice to meet you!”

John awkwardly took it. “John. Likewise, I guess…Sorry about the, uh, diapers, I didn’t figure you’d be here so early.”

“Don’t worry about it, really. In fact,” he leaned in a bit closer, taking the blushing and shyness as a sign that the boy was at least somewhat into him. “If you ever need any help, just let me know, okay?” He smiled warmly, trying to seem non-threatening. “Need any help unpacking?”

The two of them spent the rest of the night helping each other unpack, making small talk and getting to know each other. Chris was a local, and a sophomore, while John was from a couple states away. They found that they each knew nothing about any of the music or hobbies that the other was into, so Chris eventually directed the conversation toward local eateries and places to hang out, promising to show the younger boy around sometime. He wondered to himself just how bad the little guy’s problems were. He probably didn’t need anything during the day, since the package was unopened, and he hadn’t seemed to pack any other diapers. It was probably a bedwetting problem, but Chris could probably help with that…In one way or another.

John wasn’t entirely present during the unpacking, mulling that first conversation over and over in his head, and stealing glances at his roommate when he thought he wasn’t looking. He was tall, which was a plus, and while he didn’t quite seem big per se, he was built generously enough to make John feel a little smaller than usual. Maybe that was his flirty, slightly forceful demeanor as well, but he seemed gentle enough. He had short blonde hair, and a few freckles dotting his cheeks. John couldn’t deny that he was a bit attracted to the boy, but still felt uneasy. They never really cleared up the diaper thing, as he was reminded by the package now displayed on top of his pillow.

His roommate really thought he wet the bed, and wanted to help him with it, at that. A laughable image forced itself into his head, the boy laying on his bed as Chris changed his diaper, tsked at him for making such a mess. He blushed a little at the thought of how Chris would look framed between his open legs and cleaning up his oh my god what are you thinking stop it john, stop it right now. He chastised himself first for fantasizing about this guy he had only just met, and then for the tightness in his pants at that ridiculous image.

“What’s wrong?” Chris had noticed the boy was spacing out for a moment, as well as the slight reddening of his face.

“N-nothing! I just…Thought of something.”

“It is getting kinda late. You wanna go get changed?”

So much for trying to hide his blush. At this point, he wasn’t quite thinking straight, and agreeing to this would definitely be preferable to admitting that he was just fantasizing about his roommate babying him. Chris wouldn’t let him get away with dodging this one, he thought. “Y-yeah. It’s just kinda weird, y’know…I’m gonna be sleeping in the same room with someone, and…” He trailed off.

“Don’t worry, I won’t embarass you too much,” Chris joked back. “Now if you’re gonna head to bed, go get ready. I’ll be fine, all your unpacking’s done anyway. I can finish in the morning.”

John just grabbed up the package and minced into the bathroom without a word. As he entered, he realized the door to the adjoining room they shared the bathroom with was open, its occupants casually talking about something that he couldn’t catch before he bound across the room and slammed the door. He tore open the pack and carefully pulled out one of the diapers. It was just as thick as he remembered it being during his preteen wetting days, with two tapes on each side and a light purple coloration to the whole thing. The smell of the plastic brought back even more memories, all the worried nights and disappointed mornings, and all the comfort that came when his family didn’t punish or chastise him for it, just got him protection and support. He couldn’t deny that it was nice at the time.

He unfolded the diaper and set it down on the floor, stripped off his pants and underwear, and laid down on it. He took a moment to process just how messed up this turn of events was, and then started to tape it up over himself. He mostly remembered how to do it, only having to redo a tape once. He hadn’t felt that softness between his legs in years, but it was immediately familiar to him. With a bit of a blush as he caught himself in the mirror, John left the bathroom and darted across the room in just his diaper and shirt. He usually just slept in his underwear anyway, and Chris had already turned out the lights and gone to bed.

As John pulled the covers over himself and settled into his bed, he thought about just how he was going to work his way out of this mess. He thought about Chris, and eventually determined that he did indeed have a budding crush on the boy. Maybe when he woke up dry in the morning, he could explain this whole thing to his roommate and eventually if anything happened between them, it’d just be a silly story to tell about a big misunderstanding. The idealized Chris he was building up would definitely love be able to make him squirm a little by telling a story like that, before snatching him up for a warm hug. That’d be nice. John kept that thought with him as he drifted gently off to sleep.

He didn’t expect to wake up soaked.

The End of Just in case.

If you want to read more stories about ABDL boys you can find a list here: Diaper Boys – Index