Chapter #2Boy by: Unknown Probably the oddest day of your life, and it has yet to get to hit the crescendo. About mid-day Friday your best friend John started passing you notes, reminding you that you should come over to his house after school mixed in with the usual jokes and drawing of the teacher doing weird things. Despite your best efforts you can't get him to tell you what he has planned and it has made you slightly paranoid, After thinking it over during lunch you have decided its worth looking into. Only five minuets of class left and you two can get out of here, Of course John has passed you another note with another reminder. You write back that you would be happy to come over and you pass the note back. When the bell finally rang you followed him out of the room asking the same questions about what he wanted, only to be given an off centered comment
"I can't tell you here, its a secret I have wanted to tell you about it for some time but I feel I can trust you now." Pausing for a moment you register many thoughts about what he could be hiding, You just know that its going to be good. It only took seven minuets to get to his house because he lived close by and as soon as you entered his house he began talking as he lead you to his room. "Now I know that you are a trustworthy friend and all, but this is something that I haven't told anyone else. My parents are the only ones that know about it, and if you tell anyone I'll have to spill some of your secrets in return" Stopping right out side of his door grabbing the handle he turned around and looked at you "I mean it, I'll even let your parents know about all the things you did in The Fourth Grade."
He was obviously serious, his face frozen in a scowl. You wanted to keep a lot of things secret, but what you did in fourth grade dwarfs in comparison to your entire life's worth of tricks and pranks. "OK, OK! I wont tell a soul, cross my heart and hope to die." If he spilled that stuff your life would be ruined and you knew it!.
Twisting the knob and throwing the door open he motioned you to go in, You had been in here before but not under such tension. Locking the door behind him you were a little shocked, he had never locked his door before not even when he showed you those illegal fireworks he bought last summer. You sat down on his bed, waiting to hear the news he sat down next to you and told you that he wore Diapers. Maybe it was a clog in your brain or an rejection of what he had just said but you almost failed to believe him, You had seen him go into the bathroom many times during school. Silence was heavy and he would probably have been nervous if he didn't have so much dirt on you, Finally thinking of a response you make a joking comment
"OK so lets say your telling the truth..." still a lack of belief in your head "Why would you tell me something that private?"
"I am telling the truth, I'm telling you because its hard to keep a secret that is big part of my life, I feel like I'm bottling up my life, Like I can't ever be honest with you and you have been a really good friend to me sharing all of your secrets." Almost crying about it John swallowed hard, like a gallon of spit had gathered in his mouth.
You couldn't help but be overwhelmed with curiosity.. "weeeeelllllllll..... how do they feel?" the question poking at your imagination with great ferocity. The redness on his face had started to fade, maybe telling you hadn't been such a bad thing on his end.
"You want to try one?" He asked, His guilt almost instantly lifted
Pondering the aspect of wearing a diaper your mind started racing, your blood pressure rising slowly. "Ummm well.. I... uh"
Interrupting your stammering john got up from the bed "They are really comfortable and I'll let you keep it if you want" While the old saying 'nothing ventured nothing gained' was probably a valued response but you reply with a simple yes. Running over to his closet and pulling out a big bag, A bag that you had seen a few times but paid no attention to. Unzipping it you could see him pulling out a few bottles of skin creams, talcum powder, a roll of tape, and the diaper you were about to wear.
"Lay down over here" he said pointing at two tables one lower than the other by at least an inch and they were spaced about an inch apart. Laying down across the two tables because they were too small for you to fit across one your butt hung out over the lower table, you had to spread your feet apart and lift yourself up with your legs to make yourself comfortable. watching john come over and set the stuff down near you, he picked up a book and handed it to you. "Here take a look at this book while I get you set up. He used the word 'set up' in place of 'diapered' like we was aware that you were doing this on his recommendation alone and it was true. Opening the book you noticed that it was filled with pictures, half of them were really interesting to look at.
Although you never broke away from reading you could still feel him pulling down your pants and sliding your underwear off, lifting your feet when needed. You were naked from your waist down, leaving a slight breeze. He repositioned your legs in a way that elevated your posterior, rubbing at least four different lotions on your skin before dashing you with talcum powder. Flipping over to the Fifth page on the book you sneaking a peak, he was unfolding the diaper the white of the inside being the only thing you could see. Resuming your book reading right as he went to slide it under you, Pulling the diaper over your crotch you could feel the puffiness of it press against your skin. Securing the Diaper tightly on your body you almost stopped reading and got up until john said
"Hold on a minuet I'm almost done"
Relaxing your back you fell back down to the table, you could hear tape being ripped off of its roll. The space between the tables must have been intentional because it helped john run the roll around your pelvis a few times. John lifted your legs to pull your pants back on dragging them up with ease, Tieing up the belt and zipping your pants closed john shouted "OK I'm done!".
Putting the book down and sitting up you could feel the diapers padding press against you as your weight shifted onto it. Your legs spread apart by the middle section.
"Well do you like it?" john said enthusiastically.
You stood up touching the front of your pants, felling the diaper up, enjoying the feeling. "I think I like it."
"OH I knew you would, Ive been wearing them for several years now and never regretted it."
"Well what do I do now?"
"You want to ask your mom if you can stay over and play some video games?" John remarked breaking from the subject at hand.
The fact that you were wearing a diaper faded away, some games would be cool and it was Friday. "Oh hey yea I'll go call her right now, choose a game while I call her." You unlocked the door and ran out towards the phone dialing your house phone, your mom picking up a few seconds later. After talking for a few minuets your mom gave you the OK and you returned to johns room.
The afternoon was filled with lots of games and plenty of soda, you had completely forgot about the diaper even though it had a loud crinkle and spaced your legs apart bludging through your pants. After about four hours your mom had called wanting you to come home John's parents telling you that you had to go. After saying goodbye you slipped out the door still unaware of the diaper. About half way to your house you felt the need to pee, suddenly remembering that your wearing a diaper you feel slightly panicked.
'I'm Gonna have to get this thing of when I get home' you think to yourself Picking up the pace so you can make it home in time to pee. You really had to go by the time you made it to the door, you rushed past your mom towards the bathroom. Locking the door behind you because you didnt want your parents to come in. Pulling down your pants you find a lilac diaper with pink tape wrapped around your waist. You try pulling the diaper down, the tape holding it on you. you try pulling the tape off next, unable to find a place to start peeling it off. Maybe you can just pee around it, trying to lift open the side you find the an air tight seal. The pressure in your bladder was building your not going to be able to hold it much longer. Trying to peel the tape off again you still can't manage to find a place where it will peel. 'MAYBE THERE ARE SOME SCISSORS IN HERE!!!!!!!' you think more and more desperatly, searching all of the drawrs you come up empty handed. You hear water running through the pipes in the wall... mom must be doing the dishes. The sound of rushing water is making you loose concentration, You grab at the diaper, trying to tear it off. The diaper just streaching in your hands.
You start to pee, urine leaking past your spinkter, you cross your legs in an attempt to hold it in but its not helping at all. Not able to hold it back warm pee starts running into the padding, filling up the diaper and spreading your legs apart. After two minuets you stop leaking the bulk between your legs so big you cant even close your legs. You have to get this off, You know that there are sissors downstairs in the craft room... you just have to get down there. Pulling on your pants you get ready to sneak down stairs. Your pants were buldging, and you had a big enough waddle to keep you from running. Slowly opening the door you peek around the corner, mom was still doing dishes you could hear her putting some away. You walk down the hall just around the corner looking into the kitchen. Taking a quick glance around the corner you see that mom is not looking. You decide to make an run for the stairs, if you could run... Right before you reach the stairs you hear the sink stop.
You start to decend down the stairs....
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