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I woke up on the couch and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I looked at the half-eaten pizza sitting in its grease-soaked box gazing longingly back at me. I reached down and grabbed a slice and scarfed it down. Few things are more rewarding than leftover pizza.
I was eating that scrumptious delight while something inconsequential droned on in the background, when a sharp knock pierced the zen-like trance I was in.
Who could this be? I wondered to myself, as I got up off the couch and wandered to the door. I opened it up.
“Hey sleepyhead,” the vixen on the other side of the door said as I opened it.
It was Alexis, my “best” friend. She was about of average height and big in all the right areas; not fat, but she had a big butt and big boobs. She was deliciously curvy. I’d known her for about two years but it was as if I’d been friends with her my entire life. She was also about 10 years older than me yet we were best friends. It was strange; one doesn’t expect to have an older woman be his best friend, but it was what it was. Everything in my life was pretty bizarre, really.
“Hey Alex,” I yawned out, “come in.”
She playfully followed me in and sat down on the couch and surveyed the goings-on.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“No, not really,” I said. “I just got up.”
“I never would have guess,” she opined sarcastically.
I put on some random Velvet Underground album and she cuddled up with me on the couch under the blanket. She slid up next to me.
Then, the ball got dropped.
“Uh, Michael,” she asked. She was the only one that called me by my full name.
“What love?”
“Are you wearing a diaper?”
Oh, shit.
I wasn’t sure what to say. My tongue was positively twisted.
“Yeah,” I stammered out, “but it’s dry.”
Wow. Smooth move.
She sort of sat up.
“Well, um, I just wanted to come and say hi,” she said. “I’ll be back this afternoon or tonight or something.” She started to get up and walk out in a hurry.
“Alex, wait, I,” I tried to stop her, but it was too late. She was out the door.
Fuck.
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II
The day went by and nothing happened. I didn’t hear from Alexis so I assumed she was so totally weirded out that we were probably done being friends. Then, the next morning, my phone rang. It was her.
I answered, “Um, hey, Alex, look, I,”
“Hey, I’m going to come over,” she said. “And don’t worry about yesterday. We’ll talk.”
So I sat and waited and within a few minutes, the familiar knock happened, and I wandered over and opened the door. Alexis was standing smiling on the other side.
“How are you sweetie?” she asked. She had a cheery nature this sunny morning.
“G..Good,” I said. I was nervous.
I let her in and we sat on the couch. She sat next to me and we cuddled up close.
“Look, Mike, about yesterday,” she started.
“Hey,” I cut in, “I can explain.”
“You see, since a car wreck about a year ago, I’ve had uh, wetting issues.”
She looked at me with a sympathetic look. A different sense seemed to come over her. She let out an “Awww,” and embraced me, with my head ending buried up in her bosoms.
“Look sweetie, it isn’t that bad. I was going to come and apologize for storming out. But I had no idea that’s what was going on. You could have told me.”
“I know, but, well, that’s kind of embarrassing.’
“I know sweetie, but let me tell you something. I don’t care if you were having Black Mass every Thursday without inviting me, I’d still love you.” She playfully tapped me on my diapered butt.
“Do you ever poop in them?” She asked nonchalantly.
I thought back to a couple occasions I had accidentally messed myself.
“Not often.”
“Well, that’s good,” she said. “Stinky diapers can’t be fun, for you or me.”
“No, no they aren’t.”
“Can I see it?” She asked, now curious.
“See what?”
“Your diaper.”
“Well, yeah, I guess so.” I replied.
So I stood up and took down my shorts and there I was standing in front of a very pretty girl in nothing but a shirt and a diaper. A wet diaper at that. I looked like an oversized toddler.
“Aww!” She said, seeming to inspect my diaper. “Turn around!”
I turned around.
“How cute! It’s like a fashion show!” She said laughing.
“Can I sit back down?” I asked, clearly not wanting to be on the catwalk.
“Of course!”
I sat down and she cuddled me in a maternal way. It was like there was a new side of her coming out. Usually we’d sit around and talk about far out things, but now it was like she had a baby to enjoy.
She was holding me tightly and I buried my head in her chest. I started crying. This was all too much.
“It’s ok baby,” she said. “I love you. I love you even if you wear diapers. I’d be a horrible friend if I didn’t.”
Then she whispered in my ear, “Are you wet? Your diaper looked wet.”
“Y….y…yes,” I said.
“Do you want a change?”
I started crying more into her chest.
She pulled my head up and looked me in the eyes.
“Michael,” she said in a sterner tone, “I don’t care if you need me to help you with your diapers when I’m here. I’ve changed a lot of people, from babies to my own brother after he was hospitalized, if you need diapers, you need diapers. It isn’t a big issue.”
This was really a strange day.
“So let me ask you again, do you need a change?”
“Y…yes Alex.”
“Where are your things at?”
“M….my bedroom,” I sobbed.
“Well, come on silly, let’s get you out of that wet diaper.”
She grabbed me by the hand and led me back.
“Lay on the bed.”
“T..T..They’re in the closet.”
“Ok, well, hold on.”
With little trouble she located the bag of diapers and tub of Huggies wipes I had in the closet.
“Aw I used to use these when I babysat!” She said, holding up the wipes.
I cried.
“Aw, I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean it like that…”
So after procuring the supplies, she went to work. She expertly removed the diaper and opened up a new one. She was doing this without any embarrassment. A total professional.
“Lift your butt,” she said, while tapping it.
I obliged, and she slid the new diaper underneath and then taped it snugly shut.
“All done!”
“Well, this is better than when I do it,” I said through tears.
“I’m sure it is,” she said, giving a playful swat to my diapered ass. “I’m sure.”
She then climbed in bed next to me and held me in an embrace. I continued crying.
“It’s ok baby, shhh, its ok,” she cooed and rocked me back and forth.
The End of Mike And Alex Do Diapers – Chapter One & Two.
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