PART I
I would love to dive right in and tell you how I finally got my first diaper last week, but first you will need a little backstory. First of all, my name is Ben. I’m 20 and a junior at a pretty decent college on the East Coast. And for as long as I can recall, I have had this strange obsession with diapers.
It began when I was very little. I can remember going to bed at 5 or 6 years old, and the thoughts would creep into my head. I would face the wall, lest anyone somehow decipher what I thought to be inappropriate thoughts. I would imagine all of my little friends and I going to a special place where we wore diapers and slept in cribs. We even drank from bottles! These secret thoughts always made me smile, but I never quite understood why they were there.
As I grew older, the thoughts lingered. When puberty kicked in, the added confusion of all of these new feelings joined in with my diaper fantasies. Now I wanted to watch the girls I was friends with get diapered and I wanted to change them. Heck, I wanted them to change my diaper! And now, all of these confusing thoughts ended with an erection. In those days, many a late night ended with me quietly stroking my stiff penis until I “wet my pants,” so to speak.
I have to admit, I have not always been up to date with the latest technological advancements (it took four iPhones to come out before I finally caved and got one). So it wasn’t until high school when I discovered the magical world of internet porn. And from there, I eventually stumbled onto pictures of adults in diapers. Then I discovered sites like this one in which people just like me had the same affinity for diapers. It was a good feeling to know that I wasn’t the only one.
Fast-forwarding a bit, I did well in high school, got into a good college, and in the very first week of school, I met Celeste. It was as close to love at first sight as one can get. The first time I saw her, I was immediately struck by her radiant smile and the almost mischievous twinkle produced by her pretty green eyes. Her long, chestnut hair was held back with a headband that matched the clingy orange tank top she wore. Her little shorts showcased her toned, tanned legs and I was hooked. Luckily, she was taken with my red hair, freckles, loud laugh, and Led Zeppelin tee shirt. We hit it off and began dating.
Now, three years later, we know everything there is to know about each other. For example, I am the only person in the world who knows about her Sunday ritual (it’s pretty great), and she knows that six months ago I started saving for a ring. In fact, a few months ago we sat down and decided to put all of our cards on the table, before it got to be too late to back out. This was my idea, because while it’s good to know that there are other diaper lovers in the world, I have never actually told anyone I know, and I needed to share this with Celeste.
For weeks I agonized about how the conversation would go. Would her deepest secret compare to mine? Would it be worse? Would she laugh at me, or worse, be so disgusted that she broke up with me? It was nerve-wracking. Finally, the night came. I held her hand, looked her in the eye, and told her about the diapers. I told her about the fantasies, and all that she asked is if I ever acted upon them, which I had not. Celeste then told me all about her fantasy, which she had also not yet acted upon. And that was it.
That conversation happened in August and had not been mentioned since. So you can imagine my surprise when I woke up in her bed Saturday morning in a very wet Bambino Bellisimo diaper.
PART II
The sun peeking through the curtains finally woke me up around 10am on Saturday. I groggily sat up in Celeste’s bed, hungover from the big end of semester party the night before. I kicked off her purple comforter when I noticed two things. One, Celeste was already awake and out of bed. Two, I was wearing a wet diaper. Before I could react, Celeste stepped back into the room.
“Morning sweetie,” she said.
“Um, morning babe,” I gestured toward the diaper, “What happened last night?”
“You had a very good time at the party,” Celeste began, “So good, in fact, that Christmas came early.”
“Huh?”
“Well, you did so many shots of Jameson that you were clearly black-out drunk, so we left the party and came back here. You kept saying you had to pee and it couldn’t wait 'til we got back. So you were gonna piss in a bush, but as soon as I let go of your arm you stumbled and fell. And as soon as you hit the ground, you peed your pants,” she recalled.
“Oh geez, I’m so sorry,” I apologized.
“No worries, sweetie, it actually worked out pretty well,” she happily replied.
“How so?” I asked.
“Well,” Celeste answered, “You know how today is going to be our Christmas?”
I nodded. Since Celeste and I live about three hours away from each other, we decided to have our Christmas that Saturday before we went home.
“All I had to do was open one of your presents early, come see,” she said, pulling me out of bed.
Celeste led me into her living room, where we had set up a modest Christmas tree, just enough to put a few presents under. The biggest present was already open, and as we got closer, I saw what it was. An entire case of Bambino Belissimo diapers.
“Oh my God, Celeste, this is…it’s…” I struggled to find the words.
“Do you like it?” Celeste shyly inquired, tugging at the hem of her black Tinkerbell top.
“I love it,” I exclaimed, pulling her into a hug, “and I love you!”
“I love you too!” She replied with a kiss.
We happily opened the rest of our presents, she had gotten me a shirt, Kick-Ass on DVD and the new Batman game for X-Box. I got her a necklace with a small diamond framed by her birthstone, a book about making the Harry Potter books into movies, the two parts of Deathly Hallows on DVD, and this awesome Wonder Woman cami and panty set that was admittedly bought for me to enjoy seeing her in. When we were done, she stood up.
“Ok, so there is one more thing,” Celeste announced. “Today is going to be a diaper day. All day long. I even got bottles and binkies for us.”
My eyes lit up at the word us. Seeing my reaction, Celeste smiled and slowly slid her purple Tinkerbell pajama pants down her slender legs. Normally, this would leave her naked from the waist down as she does not wear panties to bed. But on that morning, I was greeted by the sight of a pink Pull-Up adorned with three Disney princesses.
“Bambino didn’t seem to have diapers small enough for me,” Celeste explained, “But these Pull-Ups are super cute and the larger size fits me just right. Plus they tear open on the sides so it will still be kinda like changing a regular diaper.”
“Babe, you are the best,” I told her, in awe of this amazing gift.
“Thanks sweetie,” she cheerfully replied. “Shall we start our day?”
“Sure, what’s up first?” I eagerly asked.
“Bath time!” Celeste exclaimed.
Celeste trotted off to the bathroom and I followed her diapered behind. She started the bath, adding some Dora the Explorer bubble bath. Then, from under the sink she took out a changing pad, wipes, and powder.
“Wow,” was all I could say.
“Yep,” she proudly said, “We’re going all out today! Now get over here so I can get you out of that wet diaper!”
“Oh my God…” I gasped as the realization hit me.
“What?”
“My diaper is wet,” I replied.
“Well, duh, that’s what it’s for,” Celeste reminded me.
“But that means I had two accidents,” I explained, “I peed my pants on the way here last night and I wet the bed.”
“Who hasn’t gotten crazy drunk and peed the bed?” Celeste pointed out, “I’ve done that at least twice since I started college. And that’s why I put you in a diaper. Now lie down so I can take it off, the bath is almost ready.”
I got down onto the changing pad and Celeste pulled off my tee shirt. She traced her fingers down what she called my “happy trail” and then untaped my wet diaper. She went to work cleaning me with a wipe, and when she was done, I stood to get in the tub.
“Wait!” she stopped me.
She scrunched her nose and had a look of intense concentration on her face. And then I realized what she was doing. I watched as Celeste peed into her Pull-Up. Within seconds my penis sprang to life, sticking straight out in front of me. Celeste giggled as she tore off the Pull-Up and cleaned the pee from her mound.
“If you’re a good boy maybe we’ll take care of that later,” she said with a wink.
With that, she pulled off her tee shirt and climbed naked into the tub, beckoning me to follow.
“Come on in, baby boy,” she cooed.
To be continued…
