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  1. Hi. Haven’t been on for awhile. Missed this notification. Im fine with it. Just hope you gave credit to the author. How was it received? Any positive response?
  2. Is anyone interested in this continuing? I’m still thinking about it a lot. It’s just a commitment I won’t bother with if nobody’s interested anymore.
  3. Hi everyone. i haven’t posted for awhile. Haven’t really looked at the site much, apart from writing some personal fiction stories with a friend of mine on here in private chat. I haven’t really had anything to interesting to say. Hopefully this might be interesting, although I feel it may have been discussed before, but as I said, I haven’t been on for awhile. “Depends Male Washable Briefs! Australia.” These are available in Australia, a new product, but I’m lead to believe they’re not at international thing yet? This has probably been asked and answered. But I’ve tried them, and thought it was worth a post. Basically briefs, (I only had the option of black, unfortunately. Extra soft padding in the appropriate areas, with a lycra sort of liner. Aimed at light use. Im only a recreational wearer, who indulges in occasional little/middle mode, but I like them. They do have a training pants kind of vibe/feeling, and they can certainly hold very occasional leaks or dribbles, but will overfill easily, which I don’t mind. I wouldn’t trust them too much if I actually needed them, but I like them as they are for an affordable, easily accessible play thing. For Aussie littles or mild IC, people, about $38 a pair from Woolworths or Chemist Warehouse. They’re not as cute as some, but available, cheap and functional.
  4. These are very good! Thank you, and I hope you continue!
  5. I am definitely going to continue this. I am constantly thinking about the next chapter. Been busy lately with a private role play story, and the Diaper Verse tale which hasn’t proved to be very popular unfortunately. Also in the real world, I’ve been unwell for a week or so, and recently lost my job. My best friend is losing his battle with cancer, and I’ve been spending a lot of time with him while I still can. All of these factors combined haven’t put me in a great place to write ATM. In my head, I have the next few chapters written, but I want to be prepared to really hit the ground running with it and continue properly, not just post a random chapter every few months. So don’t worry. These kids are always in the background of my thoughts, and I’m keen to continue, I just need to be in the right headspace first.
  6. This is really good mate. Very well written
  7. Chapter 13. Let Loose The Dogs Of War. After a quick, shared, but innocent shower, they stood unashamedly naked in front of each other and dried off, while starting to make some plans for the day. “Ok Cammy. Here’s the deal. I have to work on my assignment for awhile, and you’re going to be my little puppy! I’ll put a couple of sheet pads down on the tiles near the kitchen, and you’ll have to be a good boy and use them if you want to pee!” “Puppy?” Cam asked, a bit perplexed. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” Noelle giggled. “Don’t panic. I don’t want you to actually like pretend to be a puppy, but I want to control your bladder. You can do whatever you want, except pee. That means no diapers! Although I guess I should let you wear some sort of pants I guess. If you DO have an accident, I don’t want you shooting pee all across the room like a fire hose.” Cameron smiled, albeit a bit condescendingly. “That won’t happen babe. I’ve told you before, I can hold on for a loooonnnnnng time.” “Oh? Like how you were successfully holding on when you transported here?” He huffed grumpily. “Not that again? I told you about that. I was already wet, and nearly busting when I got here, and the shock didn’t help!” Noelle saw a chance to wind him up a bit. “Yeah. True. I suppose. But you certainly lost nearly complete control after the Pipi juice, didn’t you? I’m not saying that’s unusual, but generally if someone really does have such fantastic control, like you say you have, then they can usually maintain a little bit better control than you did.” Her teasing didn’t anger him at all, but like virtually any teenage boy who gets challenged, he couldn’t resist the urge to defend himself. “Be fair Noelle. I wasn’t really trying too hard to hold on. I mean you told me what would happen, so I just went with it. I didn’t think holding on or fighting it was a big deal. You gotta remember, I love wearing diapers, and it was a great chance to just let go and enjoy the feeling of using them whenever I wanted to.” “It’s okay Cam. I’m not criticising you at all. I’m just saying, after wearing 24/7 for the last two days, and after the juice, your bladder control might not be as good as you think it is. Maybe it is, and I’ll happily admit that you were right, but I do have my doubts. It’s funny how quickly your body can get used to just going whenever and wherever it feels like. I’ll bet you end up tanking at least a little bit!” “You’re on,” he said, pride dented a bit. He couldn’t believe that anyone could possibly believe that he’d actually wet himself accidentally! It was absurd. “Okay then,” she countered. “We have a bet! But I will insist that you wear something just in case. That way if you do tank, it’ll be contained around your feet at least, and I’ll be able to see what a naughty little puppy you are. And I know just the thing that you can wear.” Cameron had a sinking feeling deep inside as his friend disappeared into her bedroom, but couldn’t help but laugh when she re-emerged moments later with some pants for him. Pink booty shorts pyjamas. Fleecy lined, baggy, with white piping on the sides and cuffs, very high cut, with “Sexy” written in white script across the back! He felt his boyhood give a little stir at the sight of them, as they were very similar to things that he enjoyed seeing girls wet in, although he’d never imagined doing so himself. Not until just then, anyway. He wouldn’t like to admit it, but he rather fancied the idea of wearing and wetting them, although any wetting would certainly be deliberate, and much later. Definitely not accidentally. Noelle was pleasantly surprised that he didn’t protest or argue, and she watched him step into them and pull them snugly up, before giving his package a quick squeeze and adjustment. Both of them agreed that as ridiculous as they might look on him, the cut was quite flattering when it came to presenting an outline of his genitals. The fabric was so soft and enveloping, that he had to force himself to stop touching himself down there, as things started to grow within. He asked her how a pair of girls shortie pyjamas could fit him. “Simples!” Noelle replied. “They’re extra baggy to hide a night nappy, silly.” She ushered him towards the small dining table, and offered to make breakfast, so long as he was happy with toast and cereal, but also insisted that he drink a large glass of water first. “Gotta build my little puppy up,” she said with a grin. “It’ll all be in vain,” he replied confidently. “I’ve got a bladder of steel. You’ll see.” He took his water to the window and looked out, and Noelle took full advantage of his distraction, quickly filling two large glasses with orange juice, and carefully sneaking a plastic bottle from the top shelf of her pantry, making sure to cover the label, should he look around unexpectedly. “PIPI POWDER CONCENTRATE” the label stated. “For when you need just a gentle nudge along, without the full PIPI JUICE experience!” She measured out a level teaspoon, and quickly mixed it into his OJ. The bottle was put back up high and out of sight, just as Cameron returned, placing his empty water glass down forcefully, with a solid bang. “Water won’t affect me babe. I’m telling ya,” he said, slipping her a wink. She smiled. “Ok babe. If you say so. Here. You have juice as well.” Five minutes later she joined him at the table, pushing a bowl of “Lucky Leprechaun Trinkets,” which had little marshmallows in it, and a couple of slices of toast. The simple meal was consumed with a lot of laughter and teasing, both of them really beginning to feel completely comfortable with each other’s presence by now. After breakfast, Noelle settled in with her Peach laptop, and gave Cameron her tablet device. “You’re going to need to brush up on C1 history,” she said. “Might as well start now. You can download lots of beginners literature for free.” “Good idea,” he exclaimed. “But did you want me to wash up first?” Noelle happily agreed, smiling to herself at the thought of what putting his hands into hot water would do to him. She had planned on asking him to do it later, but this would surely accelerate his desperation. The powder concentrate she had used was going to be much milder than the Pipi juice that they had experimented with the day before, with much less in more liquid, but it would soon start making its presence felt….. Cameron ran some water in the sink, but something about the sound of running water resonated with him on a subconscious level, and he inadvertently shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “What the fuck? I can’t need to go already,” he thought to himself. “The little devil has gotten inside my head, that’s all.” As quickly as the urge seemed to hit him, it went, and he busied himself with the dishes. Meanwhile, across the room, Noelle had positioned herself so that she had a perfect view of him, and the sight of his naturally slim teenage body, clad in nothing more than revealing pink girls booty shorts aroused her. She smirked as she saw him adjusting his stance a few times as he scrubbed. A few minutes later, he’d finished, dried his hands on a towel, then gave himself a quick squeeze through his shorts, and of course Noelle saw the whole thing. “What’s up puppy dog, need to do a wee wee do you? You only have to ask! We don’t want any little puppy puddles on the floor, do we?” Cameron blushed a bit, grinned, and flipped her the bird in a friendly manner. “No. Not at all, smart ass. Just, um, making myself comfortable, that’s all.” “Make sure your a good puppy who asks before he piddles everywhere,” she teased. Cameron sat on the sofa and opened her tablet, before logging on to some freshman history texts, and settled in to read “A Brief History Of C1, And Its Effects On Globe One.” He wasn’t expecting to actually enjoy it, and although it read like mild propaganda in parts, he was soon swept up in the story. “Hey! Puppy-Boy!” Noelle shouted after ten minutes. “You need to drink more! Get me one too please while you’re at it.” Cameron gave a sheepish grin as he stood up, and tugged at the front of his shorts absentmindedly, causing Noelle to suppress a smirk. She surreptitiously watched him as he walked into the kitchen and poured two large glasses of water with lemon slices from the pitcher in the fridge, and she saw him wince at the sound of running water. He returned, placing her glass on the table in front of her, and she saw how he kept his knees together as he bent forward. “Does my little puppy need to pee yet?” The boy sighed, knowing he was defeated. “Okay. Yeah. You got me. I need to go,” he replied. “I really don’t know what’s going on. I went heaps earlier on, but I already kinda need to go again. Dunno if it’s the fact that I’m getting too used to wearing nappies all the time or what.” “If you want to tinkle, you can always ask,” she replied innocently. “That’s why we have the sheets down on the tiles.” Cameron sighed again. “Okay. Can I please go pee on the sheet?” Noelle grinned. “Nope! Not until I tell you that you can. You have to be a good puppy. After all, you have a bladder of steel, remember?” “Awwwww Noelle! Come on! That’s totally not fair,” he whined, squeezing his legs together. “Potty training a puppy isn’t about being fair my love. It’s about control and discipline. Now go back to your study. Good boy.” Giving him orders while she casually relaxed and peed into her own diaper felt amazing, especially seeing how uncomfortable he was getting. Cameron stomped across the room, and sat down again, tucking his feet up underneath him, and tried to get back into the story, but was now pinching his boyhood firmly through his shorts, and he was having trouble sitting still. The history notes were really interesting, much easier to read and relate to than the “Earth” history that he was used to, but now he was having a lot of trouble focusing on it. He would find himself starting to get carried away inside the story, when suddenly his bladder would tighten, or his dick would twitch, and he’d have to clamp down really hard with his holding muscles. It was such a weird feeling, very reminiscent of his experience with the Pipi juice. He was into a fascinating story about the last big war, hundreds of years ago, and had stopped squeezing his dick, when all of a sudden something inside him just shifted, and he felt his bladder loosen and his trouser snake twitched big time, and he immediately knew that he was about to leak. He squeezed his dick tightly through the hot pink fabric between his thumb and forefinger, his toes curling up, and jaw clenched, and although he was able to temporarily suspend the flow, he hadn’t been able to stop some urine from escaping, and it was currently trapped inside his shaft, held inside by the force of his fingers alone. He knew that as soon as he stood up or let go with his hand, his pants would get wet. It suddenly dawned on him that he was about to lose the bet in a very big way. “Ah shit. Noelle?” His voice came out sounding strangled. “Yes Cammy?” “I, uh, um, I can’t hold on anymore. I’m about to wet myself,” he admitted. She seemed delighted. “Oh? Big brave Cammy and his bladder of steel can’t hold on, is that it?” Not trusting himself to speak, he shook his head. “Don’t you dare pee on my sofa, you bad puppy,” she chided with a grin. “If you ask nicely, I’ll let you up to use the sheet, like a good boy.” Cameron sighed, feeling defeated. “Noelle, may I please get up to pee?” “Of course you can,” she said, “BUT……” He hesitated, scared of what “BUT” was going to mean. “When you get up, I want you to walk onto the sheet, and let go of yourself, with your legs spread a bit. I want to see if you leak in your pretty little shorts first.” Cameron got up, and swiftly waddled onto the sheet, dick squeezed tightly between his fingers. He positioned himself facing her, spread his legs, and removed his hand, feeling the warmth immediately start spreading across his crotch and dripping down his leg. Noelle had a perfect view of a large dark pink rose suddenly blossoming on the pink fabric, temporarily stop, then start again with the force of a fire hose, as multiple waterfalls erupted from around the leg openings, and his legs and feet started glistening with wetness, as his urine pattered noisily into a puddle between his feet. “Bad puppy! I thought you were house broken,” she said…..
  8. Chapter 11. “His palms are sweaty, knees weak, diapers heavy” They showered together, taking turns to soap each other up, and sponge each other down, but apart from some gentle kisses, they kept it fairly chaste. After drying off, Noelle noticed Cameron was stepping into his shorts without a diaper on, and questioned him. “No real reason,” he shrugged. “Now the Pipi juice has worn off, I thought I might just let things air out a bit down there. I don’t want to get a diaper rash or anything.” While he spoke, she noticed how he rubbed the back of his neck, and gently pinched the bridge of his nose whilst talking. “Let me guess Cammy. Have you got like a slight headache at the moment?” He did, although not too bad, and he was surprised that she could tell. “It’s the juice,” she explained. You’re a bit dehydrated. Very common, especially if you’re not used to it, and I’ll tell you something else, you really should put another diaper on. I understand why you would be worried about a rash, but it very rarely happens with these nappies. They draw so much away so quickly, and once they’re wet, they emit a soothing lanolin type of secretion that protects your skin, so irritatation is rare. But not only that, you shouldn’t be surprised if your bladder control has been temporarily weakened by the juice.” He scoffed. “Oh come on Noelle! Surely it must be out of my system by now. I’ve been peeing almost constantly all day. There can’t be any left in me by now. And how could I be dehydrated? We’ve been guzzling drinks almost non-stop.” She suppressed a giggle. “Poor Cammy. I don’t think you get it. You probably think that you know exactly how and when you peed today don’t you? But you don’t.” He was massaging his forehead again and looking at her blankly. “At the height of the juices effectiveness, you would’ve peed a lot without even being aware that it was happening my dear. You would’ve been letting out almost constant leaks, without even knowing that you were doing it. The juice almost disables and numbs your holding muscles, and combined with a super effective diaper that you’re not used too, you would’ve gone a lot more than you thought. That’s why you’ve got a headache, even after drinking lots!” He looked incredulous. “Nahhh, you’re shitting me, aren’t you? I know the juice is strong, but it can’t be so strong that I didn’t even know I was leaking! Is it?” She patted his leg and stood up. “Typical newbie response my dear. Pipi juice isn’t legal for under eighteen year olds, because it’s so strong. So it becomes like a ‘Right Of Passage’ ritual growing up. So many kids think that they’ll be immune to it, but they never are. It’s all part of growing up! Like alcohol I guess. I mean you’re nineteen, so I guess you’re used to beer and stuff by now?” He reddened a little bit. “Um, not exactly. I mean of course I’ve drank alcohol before. Quite a few times. I got really smashed at a party once when I was sixteen, and we usually have some when we’re out with friends or something, but it’s different where I’m from.” “How so?” “Well, the legal drinking age where I’m from is twenty one, not eighteen, although it’s eighteen in a lot of other places. But because of how important my dad is, I can’t be seen to be breaking the law or caught drinking underage. That sort of bad publicity can hurt him. Look. He’s probably not the ogre I made him out to be. He doesn’t mind me having a few drinks at home, or out at a private party kind of thing, but he would not like it if I got photographed in a bar, or God forbid got caught drink drinking!” Noelle had paused where she stood, listening to his explanation. “Wow. Twenty one? That’s insane! Hang on. I’ll be back in a minute with something for your headache,” and she disappeared into the kitchen. When she returned, she gave him a glass of water and dropped two effervescent pills into it, and it started to fizz and froth. “Just electrolytes,” she explained. Drink it all, then have some more water, but I really think you should put a dipe on.” Cameron did as he was told, drinking the fizz, plus another water, then disappearing into his room, to emerge again a minute later wearing just a diaper and t-shirt. “I really don’t think it’s necessary you know,” he said. “But if you think it is, I’m happy to do it.” Noelle had put a fresh nappy on before a clean pair of shorts, and she sat down on the sofa beside him. “You know, I’ve got an idea of something we could do someday, if you’re interested in experimenting. We could test out your theory that you don’t pee without knowing.” The young man was instantly intrigued. “Oh yeah? Like what exactly?” Noelles eyes were gleaming with excitement, and she sat up straighter. “My parents have a lake house, not far from here. They use it to stay in when they visit me. I’ve got the keys, and I go up there myself some weekends. There’s a nice little bar in the town, so you can legally go and have some drinks with me, we can juice up, and not wear any diapers! THEN you’ll certainly be aware of just how much you pee when your on the juice! The lake house is private, with its own little secluded beach and jetty. We could go up there, have a few drinks. A swim. A picnic, and stay for a night or two! What do you think?” Cameron leant over, putting his hand around her shoulders and pulling her close, where he kissed her gently on the mouth. “I’d really like that,” he whispered. They made small talk for awhile, then Noelle pulled out her laptop, (a Peach 🍑) and hooked her camera up to it. Together they watched the video that they’d made, and Cameron was able to help her edit it, working out the minor differences in the operating system within minutes, much to her surprise. The more he used computers in this new place, the more he learned. Apparently super fast “Interweb” wasn’t as fast as what he was used to, nor was processing power, and he occasionally had to slow down to let the machine catch up. As they worked, he quizzed her on stuff like social media, which apparently they had, but without the multiple options he was used to. The most popular app appeared to be called “MyBook,” with which people shared pictures of their day, as well as a lot of cat pictures. There didn’t appear to be any news or advertising on it, which really appealed to him a lot. “How’s the headache?” Noelle asked him after awhile, and he said it was nearly gone. But another surprise lay in store for him when, at her urging, he stood up to refill his water glass. He got to his feet, uttered a soft groan, and hunched himself forward, gripping the front of his diaper. “I just wet myself,” he said in a loud whisper. “Accidentally.” “Toldya so!” Noelle said with a grin. “The Pipi juice really takes a toll on your holding muscles. Weakens them soooo much! But don’t worry, everything will be back to normal tomorrow. At least it should be. But at least now you see why I told you to pad up. You might even pee a bit in your sleep tonight you know.” They played around on the Peach for a while longer, and Noelle wet her diaper as well, although on purpose, but they didn’t resort to any shenanigans again, simply enjoyed each other’s company, talking and sharing stories about their home realities. When tiredness started to sweep over them, they agreed that it was time for bed. “Cammy? You don’t have to sleep in the other room if you don’t want to you know. You’re more than welcome to sleep with me? If you wanted to?” He did, although he nervously explained that he’d never actually slept with a girl before. He wasn’t a virgin, but up until then, he’d never shared a bed overnight with one. “Tonight’s the night to try it,” she told him, giggling at his uncomfortable blush after his confession. “I don’t even snore you know! Although I might wet the bed….” Much to Cameron’s surprise, he actually slept quite well. To begin with, they fell asleep facing away from each other, but at some point he rolled over, and startled himself awake at the strange sensation of having another body in the bed beside him. He reached a tentative hand out under the covers, and gently cupped the backside of her diaper, and found it to be swollen and warm. His dick twitched a bit, and he became aware of a certain heavy warmth surrounding it, and upon closer inspection, he realised that he had peed in his sleep as well. He snuggled up behind her, becoming the “Big Spoon,” and pressed his padded front against her padded rear, and she mumbled happily in her sleep, waking only enough to drape his hand over her to a point where he was now cupping her bare breast, then she snuggled up against him, mumbled something happily, and immediately drifted off to sleep again.
  9. Chapter 9. “Tanks For The Memories “ They stopped at the vending machine for a bottle of water each, and Cameron drank deeply, surprised at just how thirsty he felt, and Noelle explained how it was an effect of the Pipi Juice. “It fast tracks all the fluid in your body towards your bladder,” she said. “That’s why you have to drink a lot of water, or you can dehydrate really quickly.” The tour of the campus continued, and twenty minutes later, Cam knew where the classrooms, toilets and common rooms were. He also badly needed to pee again. “This is incredible. It’s just come on outta nowhere! I didn’t need to go at all a few minutes ago, but I suddenly feel like I’m busting!” “Me too,” Noelle agreed. “The juice is strong stuff. Make sure you drink all of your water.” “How long does it last?” “It varies from person to person,” she explained. “But usually for an hour or more. It’s basically a quick flush out of your kidneys and bladder. After you’ve peed the juice out, your body will keep processing liquid super fast for awhile, so don’t be surprised if you find yourself tanking all of a sudden.” “I don’t think that’ll happen to me,” he said with confidence. “I’m used to holding on for a long time, and I don’t ever have accidents.” She gave him a friendly punch on the arm. “Huh! What about yesterday when I found you? You were definitely having an accident then! Remember?” “That was totally different! Back home I’d been holding on for hours, and I was already wet. I’d been just about to wet again when I transported here, plus the shock didn’t help.” She grinned at him. “Ok Mister-I’m So-Confident-I-Can-Hold-On! We’ll see how good your bladder is! Drink the rest of your water….” Cameron rose to the challenge, raising the bottle to his lips and draining the rest of it, but before he’d finished the last mouthful, he felt a fresh heat flowing into his nappy, and he froze on the spot, while Noelle was watching him with a huge smile. “I, I, um…..I just fucking wet myself,” he stammered, obviously shocked. “Uh-huh,” she replied, nodding her head in agreement. “I knew ya would. It happened to me a few minutes ago.” “But, but, like I genuinely just wet myself Noelle! Accidentally! It just happened by itself while I was drinking! How the heck could I go from fully peeing only half an hour ago, to being so suddenly desperate again that I tanked so soon?” “It’s the juice,” she said with a shrug. “But what’s the big deal? I warned you. I don’t get what you’re worked up about?” Cameron smiled and took her hand as they started to walk off. “I’m not really worked up. Not like that anyway. But like I told you earlier, I’ve always had a, well, a ‘Thing’ I guess for real accidents. It’s one of the things I kind of enjoy the most about doing big holds. Trying to make myself wet accidentally. I often drink loads and hold for hours just to try and have one. I can if I hold on for a super long time and drink a lot, but it’s very uncomfortable. I usually end up just giving up and wetting myself just to get comfortable again. To wet myself accidentally like that is kind of a big turn on for me I guess. I hope you don’t think I’m too weird or anything.” Noelle gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “No more than me Cammy, or a lot of people here. You really need to stop over-analysing it! It’s a normal bodily function. Why on Globe One would you feel weird or guilty over enjoying it?” They were circling around near the sports fields now, and Cameron found himself relaxing more, even as he felt the occasional squirts or leaks happening all by themselves inside his diaper. It must be what true incontinence is like, he thought. “Noelle, what is toilet training like over here? How do you teach kids to have control when they’re diapered all the time?” “I imagine it’s pretty much like where you’re from,” she replied. “By the time you’re seven or eight, you start learning how to hold on as best you can. Kids will usually have a couple of weeks without diapers on during the day, to help them figure it out.” He was stunned. “Seven or Eight? Get outta here! No way!” She was surprised. “What? You think it’s too young? Do you guys wait until you’re ten or something?” He laughed. “Try three or four!” She snorted derisively. “Three or four? Bullshit. They’re still technically babies! You can’t potty train at that age!” They were both as surprised as each other at the perceived differences in potty training ages, and discussed it in detail as they walked, both of them leaking uncontrollably in their diapers from time to time, although after an hour Cameron could feel his control returning, and he was getting thirsty again. After they bought themselves more water, he looked around to make sure they were alone, he slipped a hand down the front of his shorts, and ran it across the front of his warm and heavy diaper. “I’m beginning to feel the seam. I’ll have to change soon.” Noelle agreed. “Me too. But I want to try something. There’s a deluxe changing station near the Staff Lounge. I keep meaning to try it out, but I haven’t yet. Let’s go there!” “What’s a deluxe?” Cameron asked. “A high end diaper station. It gives you a lot more options than a standard one, although they’re a lot more expensive credit wise. It’s the main reason I haven’t used one before. Although I’ve got soooo much credit, it seemed a bit wasteful to treat myself. But now you’re here, I’ve got a good excuse! Come on. My treat!” Being a Saturday, there weren’t many teachers around, just students and admin staff, and the Deluxe station stood empty and unused. The size of it compared to the regular ones was impressive, and when the boy followed his friend in, he was amazed at the luxurious differences. Instead of being a single, utilitarian room with a vinyl changing bench, dispenser and bin, there was a seperate toilet cubicle and shower room, along with a couch, television, coffee machine and climate control. “This is why these are more expensive,” she explained. “They’re more than just a change station. They’re more of a chill out zone. You book the room for a minimum of half an hour. There’s a digital countdown clock both here, and outside letting you and others how much time you have left.” Cameron was impressed, although a bit confused. He didn’t understand why this added luxury was necessary. “Simples!” Noelle explained. “Sometimes you might need more than just a fresh diaper. If you’ve tanked badly, or perhaps even soiled yourself, you might want to have a shower, a coffee, and just relax for awhile!” Cameron cleared his throat. Noelle had just bought up another subject that he’d wanted to ask about, but hadn’t been game enough to bring up. But she had just given him a segway into the conversation. “Um, I was curious about that. You just mentioned people soiling themselves. Is that a thing as well?” Noelle wrinkled her nose a bit. “Not really, although it might be for some people I guess, but it doesn’t do your credits any good. Excessive fecal matter in the diaper greatly devalues it. They need extra processing, and therefore the power input is negated, so you get much less credits. The machine scans and identifies the diapers as they go through. The credits are payed on weight, and usability.” “What’s ‘Excessive’ fecal matter mean?” Cameron asked, trying to suppress a blush. “Like if you full on take a dump in your diaper,” she explained. “A skid mark or two don’t matter, but if you’ve had a big messy accident, you’re better off just binning the diaper.” “I’m sorry for asking all this,” he explained, “but I’m curious. Do people like use their diapers for that as well? Like on purpose?” “For sure some do. I guess it’s kind of like how you like holding on until you lose control. It’s like a thing that you enjoy, and nobody should ever judge you on it. There’s quite a few people who get a similar kick out of using their diaper for number twos as well, and they shouldn’t be judged on liking something different either.” “Do you ever do it?” Cameron asked. It was Noelles turn to blush. But she had the self confidence to answer honestly. “Look. I’d be lying if I said I never have, but I don’t do it regularly, and it doesn’t do anything special for me to be honest, but I have done, as I’m sure most people have at least once or twice.” He was astounded. “Really? You think that everyone has?” She shrugged. “You have to get over your ideas of diapers and bodily functions here Cam. It’s obviously completely different from where you’re from. Do you want me to explain? I bought forty five minutes of room time, so we’ve got time to talk….” His embarrassment was quickly overshadowed by his curiosity, so they sat on the vinyl sofa together and she began. “You have to try and get your head around the mindset here,” she said. “Bodily functions aren’t as taboo as they are where your from. We don’t begin toilet training till later than you, and wear diapers even after that. We expect to have enough control to choose when we use them, but accidents are just that. Accidents. It’s considered extremely bad manners to mock or ridicule someone for wetting themselves either accidentally or on purpose. It’s worse than bullying.” He nodded solemnly as he began to get a grasp of the mindset, while she continued. “Plus, diapers equal power. Thanks to the diapers, we have more power than what we can use. C1 actually trades power for goods and services with the other continents. We pay almost nothing for electricity. Our homes are heated and cooled for almost nothing. Our vehicles are all electric, and heavily subsidised and affordable. We get free education and health care. Even before the diaper technology came into effect fifty years ago, we hadn’t had a war of any sort for over three hundred years. Globe One is at peace. Nobody goes hungry, everyone who wants to be, gets educated, and receives health care, and it’s all thanks to the diapers. Do you get it?” “Yeah, I do, and it’s amazing, but what about how or why people choose when to use them, especially if they need a crap?” “I guess it’s a simple answer,” she said after some consideration. “Because we’re bought up wearing all the time, it’s kind of inevitable that at some point virtually everyone is going to either have a messy accident, or get badly caught short. I’m sure even in your world people occasionally mess themselves accidentally? Even you?” That made Cameron uncomfortable, but he owed her complete honesty at the very least. “Ah, yeah. People have accidents. You know, wet farts and stuff.” “What? What’s ‘farts,’ she asked. “You know. Wind? Gas? Passing wind?” “Oh!” Noelle exclaimed with a giggle. “I shoulda guessed! We call it popping off! Hehe, farts. I love that word. I’m gonna use it!” They chuckled a bit, then he continued. “So yeah. I guess most everyone has a wet, um, ‘pop-off’ accident every now and again. It’s not something that regularly gets discussed though.” She shook her head. “I’m not surprised, considering how uptight you guys seem to be about natural stuff. But what about on purpose Cammy? Have you ever pooped your pants or diaper on purpose?” “Aw fuuuuuck,” he mumbled. “Yes. Yes I have. I wanted to know what it felt like to mess in my diaper. I’ve done it a couple of times.” “And? What did you think?” She asked. He forced himself to make eye contact. “I guess I kind of enjoyed the act of doing it,” he replied. “It feels so naughty and wrong. But I really don’t enjoy the cleanup afterwards. Not my scene.” She was nodding enthusiastically. “Uh-huh! That’s exactly how I feel about it, but I’m not as grossed out as you by it. It’s just not something that is particularly pleasurable to me either. But I can tell you something way cool about our diapers though!” He nodded his curiosity, and she continued. “If you ever DO poop your diaper here, you’ll be surprised at how well they cope with it! There’s no smell whatsoever, not like if you poop your pants!” Cameron smiled and nodded, telling himself that he would definitely try it one day, although he wouldn’t tell her about it. “Have you ever had to change someone’s dirty diaper? Like when you work as an attendant?” “A couple of times,” she said through tight lips. “It hasn’t bothered me too much. I wear the gloves and a gown. I don’t think I’ve ever helped anyone who did it on purpose though. It’s always been an accident. At least that’s what they’ve told me, and I believed them. You could tell they were very uncomfortable about it, but genuinely needed help, and that’s what I got paid to do. I got extra credits for doing it as well!” Cameron hadn’t noticed how his need to pee had been building up until he uncrossed his legs, and felt a fresh flood of warmth in his nappy. “Incredible. I just tanked again! Didn’t even realise it was going to happen! That juice is incredible!” Noelle chuckled. “I haven’t stopped! I’ve been constantly leaking since we got in here! I think we ought to change, don’t you? Before we leak. Let’s check our diapers out!” With that, she kicked her shoes off, stood up, and dropped her shorts, encouraging him to do the same. They stood there looking at each other nervously, grinning like fools, then simultaneously reached out and grabbed the front of each other’s diapers. Noelle spread her legs, and said “Squish it,” in a breathless husky voice, and Cameron did as she asked, his own breath catching in his throat as he felt it warming in his hand, before hot liquid started trickling over his fingers, down her legs, and dripping onto her socks. He relaxed his own bladder, and moaned with delight as his own legs started getting wet as well. They were pushing their crotches firmly into each other’s hands, bucking and moaning, and Cameron moved her back a step, then lowered her upper body gently back onto the changing table, where she spread her dripping legs wide, allowing him access through the leg guards of her diaper, where he started gently rubbing at her juicy slit, as she massaged his cock through his own wet padding. It didn’t take long, and less than a minute later she was bucking wildly as her orgasm overtook her, and he was spurting his load into the saturated diaper that was starting to hang low, rubbing against his balls as it swayed backwards and forwards between his legs. She scooted over on the padded change table, and dragged him down beside her, where they lay breathlessly, sweating, but cuddling one another without saying a word. After a minute of closeness, she swatted his butt through the now loose padding that he was only just wearing. “Come on Cammy. We’ve only got fifteen minutes left. Let’s check out this fancy dispenser and see what we can get!”
  10. Chapter 7 My Cousin Cammy. A bright shaft of sunlight found its way through a gap in the curtains, landing directly onto Cameron’s face. He grunted in his sleep and rolled over, but the damage was already done. He was awake. With his eyes still closed he reached a grasping hand out to his bedside drawers, looking for his phone which was always left on charge overnight, and when he couldn’t find it, he suddenly snapped fully awake, and the memories of the previous day came back with a rush. His eyes sprung open, and he looked around quickly, seeing the unfamiliar room and instantly realising that this wasn’t a dream. It was real. His hand reached underneath the covers, falling onto his crotch, and he could feel his morning wood pressing itself through the padding that he wore. It felt completely dry, making him wonder whether or not he may have mentally exaggerated the big pee he remembered having before falling asleep last night. No, he was pretty sure that he’d wet himself completely, but the almost magical absorption rate of these diapers had left him feeling nearly completely dry by now. He knew that it wouldn’t stay that way for long though, as his bladder was full, and with his new found freedom to wet himself whenever or wherever he liked, he would be using it shortly. Cameron stilled his breathing and listened carefully, but could hear no signs of life coming from elsewhere inside the apartment, so Noelle was probably still asleep. He didn’t have a clock, but could tell by the morning sun that it was still early, which was unusual for him. As was the case with most people his own age, he usually stayed up late and slept in on weekends, but had gone to bed very early by his standards last night. Going back to sleep wasn’t an option. Not with a new day full of diapered experiences ahead of him. He felt like a kid waking up super excited on Christmas morning. He thought he’d start the day off with one of his favourite things, a good old fashioned diapered bed wetting, and what better way to test these super diapers out, than doing something naughty, wetting while laying down on his tummy. Back in his reality, that was a recipe for disaster, guaranteed to create a leak and a subsequent mess, but these nappies were incredible, and he had the added bonus of the waterproof pee-sheets on the bed anyway, along with Noelles permission and assurance that it really didn’t matter. He had gone to bed wearing nothing but his diaper, and he rolled onto his front, grinding and humping his padded groin firmly into the sheets until he got comfortable, but then had to wait because his dick had gone rock hard again. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, relaxed, and tried to clear his mind. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually his boyhood returned to at least a semi flaccid state, and he let go. Oh wow. His urine flowed easily out of him, and spread across the front of the nappy, instantly warming and swelling it, but also trapping it there with nowhere to run off to. He was a few seconds into it when he realised that although these diapers were fantastic, they weren’t magical, and a leak was imminent. It was way too late to stop it though, and as he started to feel warm wetness creeping up onto the bare skin of his belly, he lifted his groin up, putting a hand on the front of his diaper and felt a series of drips and trickles running out, soaking the outside of the nappy and pattering gently onto the sheet below. Once he’d finished, he got up on his knees to assess the damage. His stomach and thighs were wet, and there was a dark wet patch the size of a large dinner plate on the light blue sheet. But, even as he watched, the moisture was drawn into it, shrinking by the second, and within half a minute there was a barely visible stain that was only slightly damp to touch. Incredible. Cameron lay back down, but only long enough to undo the tapes and take the diaper off. The back of it was almost dry, so he used that to wipe himself down with, before bagging it and putting it away for later disposal. He then slipped his shorts on, grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom, noticing that Noelle’s door was still shut. The bathroom was small, and featured a tub with a shower, plus a toilet. He realised that although he’d spent some time looking for a toilet over here, this was the first time he’d really seen one. During his time alone in here yesterday he’d glanced at it, but paid no attention, being more focused on his diaper at the time. He wasn’t sure exactly what to expect, but it looked exactly the same as the toilets that he was used to, with no apparent special features or attachments. His insides rumbled at the sight of it, reminding him that he hadn’t moved his bowels in almost twenty four hours, so he took a seat and some much needed relief at the same time. The only thing he didn’t recognise was an item attached to the wall. There was a roll of normal looking toilet paper, and beside it was a dispenser that held a stack of what looked like cardboard ice cream cones. As he emptied his bowels, he took one out and examined it. It was conical, tapering to a sealed point at the bottom, made of a cardboard like substance, but lined with the same sort of padding that was inside the diapers. It was about six inches long, with a two inch diameter opening on the top. He couldn’t figure out what they were for, so he put it back, finished his business, flushed, then quickly stepped into the shower, wanting to be as quick as possible in case his host needed the bathroom when she woke up. Five minutes later, wearing nothing more than his new red shorts and a towel around his shoulders, he padded back into the living room and open plan adjoining kitchen, to discover Noelle was up, and waiting for the kettle to boil, her back to him. His eyes were automatically drawn to what she was wearing. A t-shirt that didn’t cover her bottom, or the heavy looking, swollen yellowed diaper that was hanging down from underneath. His breath caught in his throat, and he cleared it loudly to announce his presence. Noelle turned around, but made no attempt at covering up her well used diaper. Her hair was unkempt, but her face lit up with a big smile when she saw him. “Morning Cammy! You found the shower alright? Wanna coffee?” He assured her a positive response to both, but his eyes kept being dragged back to the low hanging diaper drooping down from under her shirt. She turned back to the bench and bent over to get another mug out of the cupboard, and her swollen yellowed padding was on full display. He saw her put her hand on her bottom and gently rub it, and the toes on her bare feet scrunched up. The response from inside his shorts was immediate, especially without a diaper or even underpants to contain it, and he hurriedly sat down at the table before she noticed. Noelle was smiling to herself with her back to him. She’d deliberately exposed herself to him to see what his reaction would be, and judging by the way he’d suddenly sat down, she was sure of it. But it would be fun to tease him for a little bit longer. She did an exaggerated waddling duck walk to the table, carefully placing the two steaming mugs down, then looked down innocently at him while pulling her t-shirt up high, fully exposing her puffy undergarment. “Check this out Cammy. I tanked last night!” He paused his reach for the mug. “What? You wet in your sleep?” She giggled girlishly at that. “Yep! Sure did! It doesn’t happen very often, but it did last night!” She winked at him, “I blame you, ya know.” He could tell she was being lighthearted, but he was very interested. He’d never had a real girl tell him that she’d wet the bed. “Very funny. What happened?” She shrugged, not at all embarrassed by the question. “I had a pee dream. You were in it. I don’t remember it exactly, but I was showing you how to use a diaper. I guess I let go during the dream! I was soaked when I woke up. I mean I always pee in bed anyway. Everyone does, but I usually wake up first. I didn’t wake up at all last night.” She gave the heavy crotch a squeeze. “Look at this! I probably went in my sleep twice, but I don’t remember the second time at all.” There was an audible squishing sound when she sat down. “Are you serious?” Cameron asked. “About everyone peeing in their bed? Is it really that common?” “Maybe not EVERYONE,” she replied. “But probably most who participate in the program do at least. Might as well use your diaper and build up the points, plus it saves getting outta bed to go to the toilet.” Before he knew that he was saying it, Cameron blurted out “I did that myself last night too. I leaked a bit on your sheet though.” She smiled at his embarrassment, and assured him that it was okay, and when they went in to check shortly after, he saw there was a slight discoloured round stain, but the sheet was completely dry and odour free. She promised him that he could safely use that sheet for a few days yet, if he was happy to of course, and of course he was very happy. Cameron suddenly remembered the cone shaped things in the toilet, and asked about them. Noelle giggled again. “I forgot about them. They’re called ‘Wee-catchers.’ For when you gotta poop, you know?” She could tell by his confused expression that he didn’t get it, so she went in to explain. “You know how when you poop, you usually pee a bit? Well the Wee-catcher is there to help catch that bit. You hold it over your dick or pee hole, and save the bit that always comes out. Not everyone uses them of course, but if you add a couple into a diaper disposal bag, it adds to your credits. The inside is the same active padding that’s in the diapers!” Cameron could only shake his head in wonder at how much of this new world was revolving around using diapers. Noelle wanted to get him signed in for college, and the administration office was open Saturday mornings, and she dismissed his concerns about not having any money or identification, telling him to leave it up to her, as she already had a plan in mind. So after a quick breakfast, and a shower for her, they left the apartment for the short walk to the college, both of them safely diapered up under their loose fitting shorts. Noelles waistband kept sticking out, but she obviously didn’t care, and Cameron soon learned that having your diaper sticking out a bit was a bit of a fashion statement amongst the college girls, and one that he wholeheartedly endorsed. But as nice a distraction as it was, he was worried about how he was going to register for school. Surely his presence in this world would be raising alarm bells when it was discovered that he actually didn’t exist here at all, but Noelle remained confident. At the Administration’s desk, they were met by a young girl of Noelles age, who obviously was a friend of hers. “Cameron, this is Didi, Didi, Cameron,” she said by way of introduction, and the two strangers shook hands. “Didi is in my Photography class,” she explained. She works here part time as an admin assistant. “Deeds, I need a huge favour,” Noelle asked beseechingly. “This is my cousin Cameron. He’s just arrived from C2, but the stupid airline lost all his luggage, including his identification and papers. Is there any way that you can get him signed up without all of that? He’s going to get his folks to send copies next week, but he needs to be registered for Monday. I was hoping you could help us bypass all the usual bullshit?” “Has he got any ID at all?” Didi asked. “Only his powerband,” Noelle replied hopefully. “That’ll be fine then,” Didi explained with a grin. “Just so long as I have something Government registered to start with. Everything else can be manually overridden.” Cameron’s jaw dropped, and Noelle winked at him. Apparently needing multiple points of identification wasn’t such a big deal here. He was flabbergasted. Didi seemed as nice as a person as what Noelle was, although her looks were more on the plainer side. Reasonably short, a touch on the plump side, with thick glasses, a plaid skirt and black knee socks, but a very infectious laugh, she reminded him a bit of Velma from Scooby Doo. Although he couldn’t remember ever seeing Velma with a diaper sticking out the back of her skirt. Didi let them in behind the counter, and half an hour later he was a registered student. “Now look guys, I’m happy to buy into this whole cousins thing, and I won’t pry. I’m guessing that I probably don’t want to know anyway. But whatever this is about, don’t fuck it up for me, alright? I can get into trouble for this!” Noelle and Cameron quickly assured her that he wasn’t in fact a criminal, nor wanted by any authorities, but was honestly just stranded without identification. They promised to explain in detail after he was settled in and everything had levelled out. Noelle clapped her hands together, an effective method of changing the subject. “Now. Deeds. Are you still looking for a part time admin assistant here?” She punched Cameron lightly on the shoulder. “Because my Cuz here is an absolute wizard with a computer!” Didi looked at them both. “For real? He’s good with them?” Noelle managed to keep a straight face with her reply. “You’ve got absolutely no idea how far computers have taken him!” Didi swapped seats with Cameron, and he settled in behind the monitor, relieved to see that it was almost identical to what he was used to, right down to the QWERTY keyboard. The operating system was different, but similar, and after a few minutes he was skimming through it with ease. “Wow. Impressive,” Didi remarked. Yeah, if you’re interested ‘Cousin Cameron,’ (complete with air quotes for emphasis,) we do need someone to do data input part time. Now that you’re a registered student, you can apply. It doesn’t pay cash money as such, but it’s very generous with powerband credits.” After exchanging some details, (including explaining how Cameron’s cell phone somehow mysteriously got lost as well) the pair said their goodbyes and left, getting only as far as the lobby before Cameron was grabbed by the arm, and dragged towards a vending machine. “Quick. Lemon or orange?” Noelle asked with a mischievous grin. “Ummm, orange.” Cam answered, not knowing what she was up to. Noelle scanned her band, punched some buttons, and two cans of what looked like soda pop were dispensed. She handed him the orange one. “Thanks. What’s this?” She grinned even broader. “Pipi juice! It’s like an all natural sparkling water, but with herbal extracts added. Don’t panic. It’s got no chemicals in it. But it IS special!” Sensing something was up, the young man closely examined the can. “Special how?” He asked. The glint in her eyes was mischievous. “Simples! It really makes you pee. A lot,” she said.
  11. Great work partner. Starting to think there’s not as much interest in this as we had hoped though. is it worth continuing?
  12. Chapter Five. The Accident (al) Tourist They lapsed into a mutual, amicable, but slightly uncomfortable silence for a moment, both of them itching to continue their discussion about all things diaper related, but not wanting to appear too weird for each other, not knowing that the other was thinking along the same lines as well. “So, where exactly am I?” Cameron asked, just to break the silence. “Like what the hell is this place even called?” Noelle brightened, glad of the distraction, and dived into her backpack, before quickly whipping out a small computer looking gadget with a decent sized screen and a small, but full keyboard. “Check this out. I’ve got the new Blueberry device,” she exclaimed with a grin. “These things are excellent! I can get onto the Interweb from right here!” Blueberry? Interweb? Cameron suppressed a grin as his mind made the logical connection to the terms that he was used to. He didn’t bother saying anything though, because he was quickly learning that this world was the same as his, but at the same time was completely different. If he started doing comparisons on every little similarity or difference, he would bore her to death in no time. A few seconds later, and she had bought up a map of the world, and he almost snatched the Blueberry away from her with his eagerness to at last see where he was. Basically, it was almost the same as a map of Earth, but with some small differences in shapes here and there, and no borders shown. What he knew as South America looked pointier, Africa was flatter on the bottom, Australia seemed to have moved closer to New Zealand, or vice versa, and the British Isles looked bigger. Once again, everything was almost the same, but slightly different. “So, what’s this a map of?” “This is us. This is Globe One,” she said slowly, giving him a worried look. “Doesn’t it look familiar to you? Are you like a freaking alien or something?” Cameron quickly spoke up, trying to allay her fears, and explained in a soft voice that this map was almost the same as the ones that he was used to, just a bit different. “So it’s called Globe One you say?” “Yup. Part of The Silky Way Galaxy, if that means anything to you?” After promising that he would explain in detail his version of things at a later date, he asked her where on the map they were, and Noelle pointed to a city that was marked with an A, near the Eastern Seaboard of what he would’ve called the U.S. She drew an imaginary circle around the entire North and South Americas (as he thought of them) and started her explanation. “This whole area is called C1, or Continent One. Our Area, which is here, is The United States Of Alexandria, or USA, named after a great warrior princess from the past.” Africa, Europe and Russia were apparently called C2, Asia was C3, while Australia and the Pacific Islands were The Island States. Cameron was gobsmacked. “Oh wow. So I might even be on a different planet then?” Noelle shrugged, seemingly taking it in her stride. “Dunno Cam. Maybe, but I doubt it. I think you’re from a different reality than here, but not another planet. There would be a lot more differences if you were. Besides, your clearly human!” He snorted softly. “How can you even tell?” She gave him an evil grin. “I’ve seen your doodle, remember? It was definitely a human doodle, trust me. Rather impressive too I might add,” then she giggled at the blush that was racing up his cheeks. “I think you’re right,” he mumbled, trying to ignore the blush. “But how? And how will I get home?” Noelle could only shrug. “I can’t answer those questions Cam. I think we’d need someone who understands quantum physics, string theory and stuff to explain, but let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves yet. It’s Friday night, and a long weekend. We have enough time to worry about that later. Personally, I’m glad your here, and I’m looking forward to showing you around.” Just then, the dryer pinged, saving them both from further embarrassment. He pulled a pair of baggy red basketball shorts out first, and set them separately aside. “I’ll wear these,” he explained, “after I change.” “Do you want me to help you again?” Noelle asked directly, and again he was stuttering a reply. Deep down, she was as nervous as he was, although her calm demeanour hid the butterflies in her stomach. “Umm, I, uh…” His indecision made her butterflies turn into eagles, and she was suddenly sure that she had indeed overstepped her boundaries, and she cringed internally. “You don’t have to of course,” she added, a bit more hastily than she intended. “I guess I was thinking more about helping you use the dispensary machine and stuff. I totally understand if you don’t need my help?” It was Cameron’s turn to get butterflies. There wasn’t really much in the world that he wanted more than her help. It was even a priority over finding a way home again. Now he’d probably fucked it up and given her the wrong impression. Way to go, genius. “Im sorry Noelle. I didn’t mean it to look like I’m not look interested! I’d love for you to help me, if you wanted to of course. It’s just, this, like whole thing you know, it’s just so foreign to me? Like something I’ve always wanted I guess, but I ….” He trailed off after realising what he’d just blurted out. Noelle’s butterflies were suddenly back again at what her new friend had just inadvertently said. She told herself to calm down and think before she responded. After all, this wasn’t a good time to scare the boy off. “I get it Cam. If it would make you feel better, maybe you could help me as well?” She smiled at the way his head snapped up at her suggestion. “Really? Do you mean it? I’d really like that,” he stammered. “Cool,” she replied, her heart hammering almost as hard as his was. “Grab your shorts and let’s go!” Once inside the changing station she directed his attention to the touch screen. “It’s easy. Just swipe the chip in your band, then you can select whether or not you’re just making a deposit, or if you need a new diaper, or diapers. You can get up to six at a time, if you have enough credit of course. Most people get a bulk order weekly or monthly, but it’s up to you. “You need to realise though, that sometimes the diapers you want, might not be available. If the machine hasn’t been restocked, you’ll have to choose something else. That’s another reason that you sometimes see people with wet pants I suppose. Perhaps they simply couldn’t get a replacement diaper that fitted, so they went without “It’s probably more common amongst our age group and younger I’d say. We probably spend our credits on other stuff at times and leave ourselves short when it comes down to needing a change. I think because our generation and our parents have grown up with wetting ourselves as a normal thing, we’re more likely to not sweat on something small like wet pants! Hey! We even have a name for it you know?” Cameron was immediately interested. “What? A name for wetting yourself?” She grinned. “Yup. We call it Tanking! Like if the tank has overflowed or something. It sounds better than saying wet my pants. You just say I Tanked instead!” While this conversation was going on, Cameron had been scrolling through the options that were available, deciding on what his next diaper would be. “Oh! You gotta try these,” Noelle blurted out, pointing to a large, plain white nappy with thick tapes. “These are what I wear if I know I won’t be able to change for awhile. They hold a shit-ton!” He didn’t need convincing, so he selected it, but a negative sounding buzzer erupted, and he looked at her quizzically. “You haven’t activated your credit yet,” she explained. “Here, let’s deposit what you’re wearing, and your bonus points will activate! Come on, get your diaper shorts off!” Cameron went pale. As much as he wanted to, his dick was almost punching a hole in his nappy. He was so stiff, he could feel his manhood literally twitching, but Noelle was an unstoppable force that simply wouldn’t be denied. “Come on!” She insisted. “I’ll show you how to bag it properly.” Feeling trapped, Cameron slipped his shoes off, then pulled his diaper shorts down, stepped out of them, and picked them up with his left hand, using his right hand to pull his t-shirt down, trying to hide his half erection. “See these bag options?” Noelle asked, pointing at some icons on the screen. “These are for disposals. They’re made out of a similar material to the diapers, and help boost the processing power during the energy conversion process. They don’t cost any credits. These ones are for diapers, and these big ones are for sheets.” That caught his attention, as he remembered looking at the sheets on his bed earlier. “Sheets? Like bed sheets? I saw my bed had some sort of disposable sheet on it. I thought it was to protect the mattress?” “Oh, it does!” Noelle chuckled, “But they do even more than that! The bed sheets are made out of the same material as the diapers, so they’re super absorbent. Plus they draw all the wetness and smell away. You can use the same sheet for at least a couple of nights before you change it.” Cameron was confused. “But why? Why use a special sheet when everyone wears diapers?” She shrugged. “Simples! Not everyone WANTS to wear a diaper to bed every night. Sometimes it’s too hot, or you might have a bit of a rash or something, or simply personal choice. You see, as we all wear diapers from birth now, it’s inevitable that the populations bladder control declined a bit over time. Because we don’t HAVE to hold on, a bit of incontinence is to be expected sometimes. We’re conditioned to expect that it will happen from time to time.” “So having a real accident happens a lot?” Cameron asked, his personal favourite fantasy becoming activated instantly. “Depends on the individual of course, but yeah. Nearly everyone has accidents sometimes, it’s where we got the “Tanking” term from I guess. But bed wetting definitely became more common as time went on. A lot of people just never get fully bladder trained overnight. Once you get used to being diapered all day, and just going whenever you feel like it, your subconscious just doesn’t recognise the differences between being asleep and awake.” “Do you ever pee in your sleep?” Cameron asked. “It happens,” she admitted with no embarrassment at all. My bladder control is usually pretty good. I’m able to hold on and choose when or where to let go. But I’m not immune to it. I do have accidents sometimes, and if I drink too much before bed, especially alcohol, I might wet in my sleep.” “So what you’re telling me, is I can go to bed without a diaper, wet in there, and there’s no problem?” Noelle giggled. “Yeah! That’s it. Wow. It must be soooo different where you come from! I can’t imagine it!” Cameron was nodding his head. “Believe me. I’m here, and I’m having a hard time imagining this!” Noelle had opened up the paper bag with the ziplock top, and he quickly dropped his diaper shorts into it, surprised at how heavy they were. He scanned his chip, a drawer with a chute opened, and she dropped it in. The machine whirred for a few seconds, then pinged, and the screen now showed his current credit status, which was a lot more than he’d been expecting. “If you want my advice,” Noelle said, I’d get a couple of everyday diapers and one of the big ones.” This seemed like as good of an idea as any, so he complied. A few seconds later the three diapers appeared in another drawer, along with disposable gloves and wipes, which Noelle didn’t hesitate in putting on, then patted the vinyl top of the bed. “Come on Cam. Hop up and I’ll help you.” He looked sheepish as he swung his legs up, and tried to keep his shirt pulled down over his privates, but she softly batted his hands away as if he was a toddler. The reason for his modesty was painfully obvious. His cock was sticking straight up, almost purple in colour, and was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, it’s circumcised tip glistening with a sticky, shiny substance that obviously wasn’t pee. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt a similar stickiness forming around her vagina lips, as her mind started racing. “Oh my God. He really IS into this! It’s not just my own imagination! He loves it! This is going to be so much fun!” She told herself not to do anything rash, should she scare him off. Her personal experience as a change room attendant came to the fore. She had learned long ago what could happen to a male client if she started handling his privates while he was in such an engorged state, and it would be messy and potentially embarrassing. It looked like the boy was going to explode at any moment, and she knew that in his fragile state of mind that if that happened, it could become a dealbreaker. After all, just because he obviously enjoyed getting diapered, he may not actually want her to make him cum. She certainly wanted to, but something like that really should be up to him to decide upon, and make the first move. She was feeling itchy with desire, but wouldn’t pressure her new friend into doing anything that he wasn’t comfortable with. She handed him the wipes. “Here Cammy. You give yourself a wipe down while I get this ready.” Cameron was equally part’s relieved and disappointed. He’d desperately wanted her to hold him and clean him down there, as she had done before, but at the same time he knew that he would cum in her hands as soon as she touched him. It was bad enough to be laying there with his big purple periscope sticking straight up, but she’d seen it before, and appeared to be currently ignoring it. Perhaps he was reading the signs wrong? He’d been fairly sure that she wanted to “play” as well, but perhaps she didn’t? At the end of the day, he was a scared, nineteen year old boy, in a strange place, with one friend. An older woman who was about to diaper him. He really shouldn’t try to make any sort of move on her. What if she wasn’t interested? What if her actions were simply those of an experienced changing room attendant? What if she considered his advances to be an assault? What if she stormed off, or kicked him out? No. As much as he wanted to, it was really a better option to let her make the first move. He quickly wiped himself down, carefully trying to not touch himself too solidly should he become overwhelmed with his desire. It took some doing, but he eventually dropped his hands away and let her tape him into a regular diaper, before adding his other ones into his bag. “Ah, what about you,” he shyly asked. “Do you, um, still want me to help you? His embarrassed look was so cute! But she knew that if he touched her then that he’d probably embarrass himself further, and she might have problems controlling her own desires. “Not yet,” she said. “Maybe when we get home? I can use this one again first. Get full value out of it, ya know?” She had no problem seeing the combination of disappointment mingled with relief etched across his face, and knew that it was the right call to make. They gathered his belongings and started walking home. Suddenly, Cameron stopped, and started staring at the sky. He pointed up, and said “Look,” in a whispered voice. She did as instructed, but couldn’t understand what she was supposed to be looking at. “The moon,” he explained. “It’s the same as my moon back home!” He saw her confused expression. “Don’t you get it? It means I’m not an alien! This is the same planet that I’m from. It’s just a different “here!” That’s gotta be a good thing, right?” Noelle smiled at him, then reached out and took his hand. He returned the smile, and they walked off together into the night, hand in hand.
  13. Really enjoying this! A nice twist on the tale. Hope you continue with it!
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