Authors note: long time lurker, first time writer. While the story is fictional, a lot of these events are based off of feelings and experiences that I have had. I will label this as part one. But I don’t know if it will continue.
“So what are we watching tonight?” asked Chelsea.
“Maybe something on HBO?” I suggested.
“Those shows and movies are always so dark though.” She replied
“I have no idea then,” I replied while sitting down on the couch. Chelsea and I had been friends for a long time. We went to high school together. We had different groups of friends there, but we both ended up going to the same college. A school on the edge of Minnesota. We started to hang out more there. We never dated, fooled around a little bit while drinking on a couple occasions but it was never more than that. She had been in and out of relationships through college. I had a couple myself, but things
never worked out. She had her own issues, and I had mine.
Speaking of those issues, I’ve been a bed wetter for pretty much my whole life. It’s was never a nightly thing. I’m fairly certain it was stress related, or if I was really physically tired. But I never went to a doctor or a psychologist or anything about it. I just wore diapers to bed. My parents paid for them through high school. But when I moved to college I kind of had to figure it out on my own. I tried a few things to help with it. But I just kind of accepted that I wet the bed and that’s how life was. My big concern was definitely making sure that no one found out.
This was going pretty well until one night, Chelsea had come over after a break up. We sat on my bed in my dorm room and watched a movie. We each had a couple drinks that night. I don’t think either of us were drunk, but the judgment might not have been there. When she asked if she could spend the night in my room instead of walking back to her place, I reluctantly said yes. I had planned on waiting for her to fall asleep, then falling asleep on my couch or something while she slept on the bed. But I must have fallen asleep before she did. We woke up in the morning, both wet. It was awkward. I apologized many times. She didn’t really press the conversation. She just took some of my dry cloths and went home. I was hoping to forget the incident happened. A few days later she asked me about it. I invited her back over. I told her about my issue and that I usually just wear a diaper to bed.
Rather than her being mad at me, or disgusted, she asked me why I didn’t wear one that night. I didn’t have a good explanation for her. I was mostly embarrassed I guess. I spend all my life trying to keep it a secret, I was hoping to get lucky that night and stay dry. She asked me if wearing a diaper would have been more or less embarrassing than peeing on her. That really made me feel stupid. So since then, when Chelsea would come over, I would wear a diaper to bed. She never seemed bothered by it. Rarely even brought it up.
Now that we are both out of college and working, we would often hang out on Friday nights. Watch a movie, have a couple drinks, complain about coworkers. But one thing that was a little different about tonight, was I was already wearing a diaper. Even though it was only 6 pm and no where near going to bed time. You see, I have developed a bad habit over the last couple years since getting out of college. I would often go home, work out, shower, and then put a diaper on right away. It was definitely a lazy thing. I wouldn’t want to get ready for bed twice. And the Abena M4’s were so absorbent that it wouldn’t matter if I used it before bed. It was still just one diaper for the rest of the night.
After a while of doing this, I think that I subconsciously became aware if I was wearing a diaper or not, and it was like if I was wearing a diaper, I couldn’t hold it. I would often times be wet before actually going to bed and have no idea I had gone. I was just fine when I was at work, never had any issues. But when I would get home and put a diaper on. It was like all control was gone. I’m not sure when exactly it happened. But I was a single guy, living in a one bedroom apartment. It wasn’t hurting anyone and it wasn’t really affecting any other part of my life. So I kind of just ran with it.
Today was no different. I got home on Friday, went for a run, took a shower, put on a diaper and some lazy cloths and then Chelsea came over for pizza and a movie. “Lets watch this,” Chelsea said while selecting some newer movie on VUDU. We started to watch while talking about work and other miscellaneous details of the week. After a few more drinks we had finished the first movie. She excused herself to go use the bathroom. I was preparing another round of snacks and beverages. When she came out of the bathroom, she went back to the couch. While bringing everything over and sitting down she must have caught glimpse of my diaper. “Are you going to bed soon?” she asked.
“No, I just was getting ready early.” I replied, some what embarrassed.
“Huh, alright.” she said. She didn’t bring it up after that but I caught her taking a couple quick glimpses at my waist. It was a little weird for me, I knew I was wet too. I didn’t know if she could tell. Half way through the next movie she had knocked her pack of candy on the ground. She bent down to clean it up and I could see her panties peaking out of the back of her pants. I don’t know why, but for some reason the situation was very arousing. Her pink panties were right in front of me, and she didn’t even care. We were both in lazy cloths, so I am sure that she knew I could see. It was far from the first time I had seen her underwear. But for some reason it really got to me today.
“I’m gunna run to the bathroom really quick.” I said. I was a little embarrassed for being noticeably aroused and my diaper needed to be changed. The extra drinks had caused me to fill it up much quicker than a regular night.
“Why? Your already wearing a diaper?” Chelsea replied. I was a little taken back by that statement. The first time she kind of indirectly brought up noticing my diaper. Now she was flat out talking about it. I kind of froze not knowing what to stay. She looked down and noticed the tent in the front of my pants. She started laughing and told me not to take too long. I was confused. What did she think I was going to do? I started to over think the situation, as I usually do when it comes to my problem. I went to my bathroom, changed, and sat back down. Chelsea had a little smirk and a red glow on her cheeks. I could tell she the alcohol was making her a little more outgoing than normal. We started the movie again. A little later she decided to lay down on her side. Sticking her butt in my direction and placing her feet on my lap. I once again could see her panties stick out, and once again, I found very arousing. She began to move her feet around a little bit. I was trying to focus on keeping things flat down there. I had definitely lost any focus that I had on the movie and was definitely focused on the situation below.
She wiggled her feet around and gradually moved them closer and closer to my diaper area. It was very subtle either. I could tell the movie was getting closer to the end. The music was getting more intense but I still had no idea what was going on. It didn’t take her long to eventually have her foot rubbing my diaper and my elevated member along with it. I was embarrassed. I was in a wet diaper, I was turned on from my best friends panties showing, and she was rubbing it with her foot. We had fooled around some in the past, but never anything quite like this. After a little bit of thinking about it I decided to embrace the situation. I slowly would rock my hips into her foot as she would press down. I was basically humping her foot. I think she might have been enjoying it as well though. When I started to accept she let out a louder sigh and had a smirk go across her face.
The movie was over. The credits were playing. She took a drink while her foot remained on my lap. She quickly put something else on. I had no idea what it was. Shortly after she got the new movie going she said she would be right back and went to the bathroom. I was definitely in the mood now. I really wanted to finish what was started. I had my hand on top of my diaper where her foot was before she left. Thrusting with more force into my hand than I was her foot. I stopped when I heard the toilet flush. When she came out she was scratching her belly. Her Shirt was up by her hand and it looked like she had her pants sagging low. She moved in front of me giving me a very obvious look at her pink panties again. I didn’t even try and hide what I was looking at. The drinks have lowered inhibitions and she seemed to be doing it on purpose. She sat down right next to me. Leaning back with her shirt still pulled up to make sure I could see her panties. She then took her hand she wasn’t rubbing her belly with and put it right onto the tent between my legs.
“How you doing?” She asked.
“Fine,” was all I could say as I pushed my hips into her hand. She giggled a little and looked back at the movie. We stayed like that for a little while. After a few minutes of that she had one hand on my diaper and one hand between her legs. She really seemed to be enjoying the situation. I let a moan escape me and pushed a little harder into her hand. She looked at me and whispered, “Are you going to cum?”
“Almost,” was all I said.
She stopped and stood up, and let her pants drop. She sat down next to me in only her panties. She put her hand back on my diaper and continued. She whispers into my ear, “Will you cum for me? I want you to cum in your diaper.” I didn’t say anything. I was staring at her panties. Her hand playing with herself. She was definetly wet, I was hard, I was too in the moment to realize what a weird situation we were in. I just wanted to finish.
“Cum in your diaper for me,” she whispers again. This time she nibbles my ear and moans. That’s what sent me over the edge. I came very hard into my diaper. She new it too. I was sitting down. Leaning back with my best friend next to me with no pants on. I just came into my diaper for the first time. She was very satisfied with herself. A few minutes after the moment had passed. She stood up, put her pants back on, went to the bathroom one more time. And then sat down and fell asleep on the couch. I sat there, wondering what had happened, and fell asleep as well.