Mike And Alex Do Diapers – Chapter Three & Four

Mike And Alex Do Diapers – Chapter Three & Four.

I woke up in my bed with another wet diaper.
Alex walked in.
“Are you awake?” She said in a sing-song tone.
“Y..yeah, how long was I out?”

“About three hours. Don’t worry though, I was able to catch up on some work stuff. And by work stuff I mean watching your awesome ‘Strangers with Candy’ DVD collection” She laughed.
“Oh, cool,” I said. “Uh, well, my diaper is, a little, uh,”
“Wet?” she asked, almost prophetically. “You look soaked.”
“I am.”
“Well, let’s do something about that.”
So for the second time in four hours, I had my diaper changed by my best friend. The second time wasn’t as bad as the first; not that the first was bad, it was just more or less shocking. And I’m not really complaining; it was pretty refreshing not having to change my own diaper, let alone by a pretty girl who wasn’t grossed out by the whole affair, and Alex was actually pretty good at it.
I slipped some shorts on and we walked out to the living room.
“So,” she asked as we sat down, “does anyone else know about this?”

“No,” I said. “It’s just you, and me.”
“Well, that’s good,” she said. “I don’t think a lot of people would really understand this.”
“Do you like the diapers?” She asked me.
“I don’t hate them,” I said. “They are a pain sometimes, but it’s better than the alternative. Wet diapers are easier to deal with than wet clothes or wet sheets.”
“Yeah, I can imagine,” she replied. “I used to wet the bed when I was little. It was no fun at all.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “I wore Pull-Ups until about the 5th Grade at night. It was embarrassing, so I understand your plight. I wouldn’t want to be wearing them now.”
“It’s been kind of isolating,” I said. “Before I got hurt, I used to have somewhat of a pretty good social life. Girls, partying, all that,” I said. “Since it though, I haven’t done much of anything but get fucked up and trashed by myself and spend a lot of alone time.”
“How often do you wear during the day?” She asked.
“Pretty much all the time. My control hasn’t been great since the wreck and during times of real anxiety, which is more often than not, I just lose bladder control. So I wear pretty much every day.”
“How have I never noticed?” She asked.
“I usually wear Goodnites in the day,” I said, “You know, those teenage bedwetting things.”

“I’ve seen the commercials.”
“Yeah, and with a pair of underwear over top of them, they’re barely noticeable.”
“Well do you want to put one of those on instead?”

“Nah, I’m home anyway, and you already know, so it’d be kind of pointless. Besides, they leak from time to time.”
“Good point.”
“Besides, I think you’re kind of cute in your diapers.” She giggled.
“Really?”
“Really. Look, if this is the worst of your secrets, you’re doing pretty well for yourself. I’d rather deal with a diapered 20-something than a 20-something who’s into really grotesque shit.”
“Diapers really aren’t all that bad kiddo,” she said to me.
“And if I have to change them on occasion, well, I’ll do it. Like I said, it’s not like I’ve never done that before. Just try not to shit your pants too often, m’kay?”

I had to laugh at that. “Okay Alexis.”
“Okay, now how about something to eat? Are you as hungry as I am?”
“Yeah, actually, I am.”
“Let’s go get some pizza,” she said. “The sight of your day-old leftovers got me on a pizza kick yesterday.”

“Sounds good.”
“Do you have pants that will fit over that?” She asked, prodding my diaper.
“Yeah,” I said. “Hold on.”
I went back and grabbed a pair of black slacks that hid the bulge. I put them on and walked out. Alex was standing there with a Pull-Up in her hand.

“I’ll put this in my purse, just in case,” she said. “And give me those wipes I’ll put them in the car.”
I went and grabbed the wipes and we headed out to her car, and drove off to get some pizza. I really was starved.
IV
We got into her car and she turned it on; some Soundgarden started coming through the speakers.
“’Jesus Christ Pose’, BadMotorFinger is such a bad ass album,” I remarked.
“I know!” she said. “They’re going on tour this summer, we should totally go.”
“We should.”
We continued talking about grunge music for the duration of the drive. Soon, we were inside sitting in a booth, enjoying some luscious, greasy, cheesy awesomeness.
“So how’s your living arrangement?” I asked. “Is your landlord still being a dick?”
“Oh yeah,” she said. “I’m totally fed up with it. Asshole won’t fix anything and I swear the house is riddled with mold. I’m really about to just say ‘Fuck it’ and move out.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said in between bites. “I’m really fucking at my wit’s end with the whole thing.’
“I have an extra room,” I said, “and the rent’s actually pretty cheap.”

“Is your landlord a flaming bag of douche?”
“No, the dude’s never around. It’s great.”
“Well,” she asked, “color me intrigued; I’ve got a month left on my lease but I really want out. How soon could I move in?”
“Shit,” I said, “tomorrow if you wanted. Hell, today.”
“I don’t have many things,” she said. “Could you help me move?”
“Yeah, I’d love to.”
“Well, great then, after lunch we’ll go figure it out. This’ll be fun.”

“Yeah it will,” I said. “I’ll even write you a letter to get you out of your lease.”
“Aw, you’d do that?”
“You changed my diaper,” I said in a hushed tone. “Of course I would.”
We both laughed and continued eating.
So after lunch we headed over to her small apartment and surveyed what needed done. She really didn’t have that much stuff; a bed, a couch (which she insist we just leave on the curb outside), clothes, a few boxes of vinyl records, and some other assorted things. And after about three trips back and forth we had everything moved out of her house and into mine, well, ours now. In the meantime, I had managed to wet myself and my diaper was on the verge of bursting.
We were sitting on the couch tired from our moving.
“Alex,” I said, “um, can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure sweetie, what is it?”
“Um, can you change me?”
“You didn’t crap yourself did you?” She teased.
“No. Not yet anyway,” I said.
She laughed.
“Of course! Come on,” she took my hand and led be back to the room and began changing me.
“Look, as long as I’m around, I’ll change you. It’s not a problem and it’s the least I can do since you got me out of that place,” she said while standing over me and wiping.

“Th…thanks, Alex,” I said.
“Even stinky ones, if that happens,” she laughed.
“Look, I know your situation has to be tough for you, and if I can do something like this to make it easier for you, I’m going to. I would hate to have the same issues, and if this helps make it easier for you, I’m going to do it. You’re my best friend and I want you to know that. Changing a few diapers is no problem at all.”
“Thanks Alex,” was all I could muster out.
She taped the diaper shut. “Don’t mention it, now it’s been a long day, how about a movie and some tea?”
“Sounds good.”
She pulled me up and led me out into the living room. I started to grab for my shorts.
“Just leave your pants off,” she said. “It’s just us here anyway, and this way I can see if you need a change.”

“Ok,” I said.
She swatted me on the butt as I toddled out into the living room holding her hand.
We sat on the couch and she put on some movie which I can’t recall. She grabbed two cups of warm, soothing tea and we sat cuddled up enjoying them. I was tired from the day’s events. Actually, from the whole whirlwind the last couple of days had been. I fell asleep nuzzling her breasts while she held me.
I woke up the next day with my alarm droning. I actually had to go meet with a client today to work out some writing job she had hired me for. I groaned and hit the snooze button and rolled over. I started to drift back to sweet sleep when I heard my door open up and heeled shoes walking on the wood floors.
“How did you sleep, sweetie?” Alexis said.
I turned around and looked up and she was already dressed and looked about ready to head out the door.

“Good,” I said, “just not enough. You look nice.”
“Aw, thanks,” she said. “How is your diaper?”
I looked down. “Wet.”
“Well, let’s do something about that.”
She took the blanket off and set down a Pull-Up next to her workspace. After popping the tabs, she rolled the used diaper out and wiped a little bit.
“Go take a shower, then put this on when you’re done,” she said handing me the Pull-Up. “I have to go to work for a little bit but I should be home a little after noon.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
She kissed me on the forehead. “Are you going to be OK if I leave?”
“Yeah, fine,” I said.
“Ok, sweetie, well I have to go. I’ll see you a little later.”
She hugged me and walked out.
I got up and with little trouble got in the shower and then put the Pull-Up on after I was done. I was really starting to enjoy this whole thing.
I drove to a coffee shop downtown where I was supposed to meet my client, Cailin, who was a 40 something owner of a wellness center.
I saw her sitting at a table. For being in her 40s, she still had a real sense of beauty to her. Some women are like a fine wine like that.
I sat down with her.
“How are you?” she asked.
My head was still thinking about the last weekend. “Oh, um, good, I suppose.”
“Well, that’s good,” she said. “Did you get my email?”
“Yeah,” I said. “And I came up with some ideas. I think we need to really promote the fact that you are an alternative to all the bad medicine floating around. We’ll need some testimonials, and some pictures, and some good descriptions. I came up with some ideas.” I handed her some stuff I’d worked on.
She looked at it. “Well, this looks great. I have some other ideas too, would you want to meet for drinks later? Or would your girlfriend frown on that?”

“Girlfriend?”
“I saw you out yesterday with some woman, so I’m assuming she was your girlfriend.”
“Oh, Alexis? She’s my roommate.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, we should get drinks. I have a lot of ideas and I think you’re the guy to implement them.”
I really liked the idea of this, but the problem was, alcohol made my wetting worse. I couldn’t just out and out say that though, and besides, this could mean a lot of money.
“Sure,” I said. “Let’s do it tomorrow night.”
“Sounds good,” she said. “Well, I have to get going. Thank you for this and I think we’re going to do good things in the future.”
“Definitely, have a good one Cailin.”
We both got up and left. I walked out and down the street and grabbed some Chinese food. I didn’t expect Alexis to be home for a while so I sat out at the sidewalk café and ate and read. A couple hours went by, and I was deep in thought when a familiar sensation crept in.
“Shit,” I thought. “I wet myself.”
I didn’t have any extras either, so I quickly finished and headed home. I got home to see Alexis was already there.
I walked inside.
“Hey sweetie, how did it go?” She asked me from the couch.
“Great, great actually. I just need to change.”
“Oh, let me help you with that.”
“No, it’s really no…”
“It’ll be easier for you,” she said.
She got up and followed me into my room. She grabbed a diaper and had me lay down. She started the change.
“I was thinking we could cook dinner tonight,” she said. “How about stir-fry?”
“Yeah,” I said laying there. “I don’t have any veggies though.”
“Well after we get done here I was thinking we could go get some.”
“Ok,” I said.
After a quick, painless diaper change, she got me up and handed me a pair of pants which I put on. We headed outside and got into her car.
“How did work go?” I asked.
“Oh, it was good. I got some assignments I need to work on tonight, but it was nothing too crazy.”
“That’s good.’
“Yeah, how about you?” she asked.
“It went great. I’m supposed to meet the lady tomorrow night to discuss more stuff.”
“Oooh la la, someone’s got a date,” she said laughing.
“No,” I said, “It’s not like that.”
“I’m worried about the diapers though. What if they leak in the middle of talking?”
“Well, wear the tape-on ones,” she said. “They hold more, and if anything happens you can call me and I’ll come save you.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”

We pulled up to the store and headed inside. We started wandering aimlessly around before finally heading to the produce aisle. My stomach started cramping. This wasn’t good.
“Is everything alright?” Alexis asked.
“Uh, uh yeah,” I lied.
I was pretty sure I could hold it until we got home. I hadn’t lost bowel control after all. But I should have known better than eating Chinese food. This always happened.
I kept it together for a little while. Then it just hit like a wave. There was nothing I could do. A series of loud, wet farts erupted and pretty soon I was messing myself in the middle of the grocery store. Alexis looked at me in horrified amazement.
“Did you just..”
“Y…yes.” I said shamefully. “I…I couldn’t help it. I had some bad food and,” Tears started welling up.
“Oh, come here,” she said hugging me, “it’s OK.”
“You aren’t the first person to do this,” she whispered. “I crapped my pants jogging one time and it leaked down my leg. At least you have a diaper on.”
The visual of Alexis with poop running down her leg was funny; I couldn’t help but laugh a bit.
It was a bit difficult to waddle around with a poopy diaper and the smell started to get bad, but we made it out without any further incident. The ride home was pretty silent. We got home and she brought the bags in.
“Now, you know if I do this, you owe me big time,” she teased.
“Yeah.”
“Ok, well, if I ever am in diapers and crap my pants, will you change me?”
“Y…yeah, of course,” I stammered.
“Ok then.”
She went into the back room and came back with a towel, wipes, and a new diaper.
“Lay down,” she instructed.
“Here?” I asked. We were in the living room.
“Of course silly, it’s not like anyone is going to know.”
I obliged. She unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down and scrunched her face.
“You’re a stinky boy,” she said in an infantile voice.
I blushed.
She then went to work. She undid the tapes exposing the huge, runny mess inside.
“Yuck! Don’t eat this again, whatever it was.”
She started cleaning me off with the wipes and after using what seemed like the whole tub and about 20 minutes later, she got the new diaper on me.
She rolled the used one up and threw it in a plastic sack.
“Now, please try to not do that again, ok?”
“Ok.”
“Alexis?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome sweetie. Now I think you need a nap. You’ve had a big day.”
She returned to the room with a blanket and sat on the couch, instructing me to do the same. I sat next to her and she wrapped me up in the blanket and I laid my head on her lap. She stroked my hair as I fell asleep. I really did love this woman.

The End of Mike And Alex Do Diapers – Chapter Three & Four.

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