Dreams Of A Diaper Boy

Dreams Of A Diaper Boy

Michael woke up on Monday morning. He sighed and sat up in his bed, it was dry. For 3 weeks now he had tried to wet the bed so his parents would put him in diapers. For you see Michael was a diaper lover. He had looked online at other people happily parading around with mountains of stuffing between their legs, freely messing and peeing themselves. But Michael didn’t have that luxury. Michael had stolen an old pullup, way too small, from his granddad. He ripped the sides and could wear it halfway if he had underwear as Well but to keep the feeling, he couldn’t use it.

3 weeks ago Michael was home, sick. He had just finished a five knuckle shuffle to some girl who had messed herself before climaxing in her diaper. Another wave of jealousy hit Michael as he was taken aback by his own situation. He was sitting in his chair with his legs on the table, diaper barely wrapped around his crotch and a puddle of seed rippling on his stomach. He cleaned himself up and realised what he needed to do.

He spent the rest of the day drinking water and holding his pee. When his parents came home he acted normal, watched some tv with them and said he’d go to bed. Well upstairs tucked in his bed he needed no motivation. He peed freely while laying underneath the thick down covers and briefly visited heaven, he was in complete bliss. That was, until his mother came in to say goodnight. Michael was so entranced that he didn’t even notice her as she stood in the doorway, looking puzzled.