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This is a story I've started working on in my spare time. Probably gonna post more as it comes. May add more tags as I go. Hope you enjoy!

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1.

‘Caiden!’ He turned his head as he heard his name and saw Victor running up to him. ‘Hey. Where were you earlier? You missed English.’

Caiden tried his best not to blush. ‘Yeah. Sorry. I . . . wasn’t feeling well.’ He looked down and mumbled, ‘Stomach upset.’

Victor frowned, now caught up and walking alongside him. ‘Again? Didn’t that happen last week too?’

Caiden nodded. ‘Yeah. In Math.’

His friend made a face. ‘Sorry, dude. Was it something you ate?’

Caiden shrugged. ‘Maybe. It’s hard to tell. Mom thinks it might be some IBS shit or something . . . Anyway. Let’s change the subject, you don’t wanna hear about my bowel movements.’

Victor laughed. ‘Maybe I do?’ Caiden stopped, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, and Victor laughed again. ‘Nah, bro, just kidding.’

Caiden laughed as well and they resumed their walk, but then he was quiet, mostly just listening as Victor talked about what they’d gone over in English that afternoon.

They parted ways at their usual spot and exchanged fistbumps. Then Caiden set off home.

Truth was, he had barely made it to the bathroom in time today. In fact, he hadn’t, a little bit had come out in his shorts before he managed to get them off. He carried a spare pair of underwear in his gym bag that was stashed in his locker, thankfully, so he’d been able to change, but it was still embarrassing.

When he got home, no one else was there yet. His parents were both at work and his younger twin brothers still at school. He went to the bathroom, getting his soiled shorts out of a plastic bag in his backpack and rinsing it in the bathtub before throwing it in the laundry basket.

Entering his room, he pondered. He knelt next to the bed and pulled out the drawer underneath, where he kept his nighttime diapers.

Caiden had been wetting the bed all his life. It was like his body had never quite pulled off that whole subconsciously holding your bladder thing. He’d had a few close calls in the daytime as well, though he hadn’t wet himself when awake since he was in grade school.

Now he was seventeen. His stomach troubles had started about half a year ago. Until today, he’d managed to make it to the toilet every time, but this minor accident had made up his mind about something he’d been considering for a while; whether he should wear his diapers in the daytime as well.

A couple of weeks ago he’d woken up with a stomach ache and, in his sleepy, groggy state, had let it all out in his diaper instead of rushing to the toilet. Once he woke up properly, he felt ashamed. He’d gone to the bathroom, changed himself, and gotten rid of the evidence. If they found out, his mom would worry, his brothers would tease him, and his step-dad would be a dick about it as usual, like he was about everything else. He’d sworn to himself never to do it in his diaper again, but since then it had begun to occur to him that it might not be so bad to have a safety net of sorts. So if he didn’t make it in time, he’d have an easy fix. It could have come in handy today.

The diapers he slept in were designed for heavy urine incontinence, though not really for bowel incontinence. Still, it wasn’t like he’d be properly pooping in them, they’d just be there for safety.

Caiden undressed, leaving just his chest binder on. Then he took a diaper from the drawer and put it on. He pulled his shorts and his jeans back on and looked in the mirror. The jeans were loose, like most of his clothes, and he inspected himself thoroughly. There was no real noticeable bulge. Caiden had been blessed with slim hips and a small behind. The padding made no noticeable difference.

He moved around a bit, listening for any noise. There wasn’t much. A slight occasional crinkle, his waistband sliding against the diaper, but nothing anyone would notice. He stared at his reflection and laughed at himself a little. Was he really going to wear a diaper to school tomorrow?

His stomach rumbled. ‘Fuck, not this again,’ he muttered. He made to go to the bathroom, but then the thought occurred to him that he might want to test the diaper, see if it could hold a potential accident. He reached to undo his jeans, take off both them and his shorts so they wouldn’t risk getting messy . . . but there was no time.

Caiden farted loudly, and then the poop rushed out of him and into his diaper. It was soft and squishy, not exactly liquid diarrhoea, but far from solid. Then it stopped, though he knew there was more, and, figuring that he might as well get it all out, he squatted down and pushed, groaning with the strain. When it was over, he was trembling and panting.

He stood up, making a face at the feeling of his full diaper. He inspected himself in the full length mirror. There was now a considerable bulge, but his jeans looked fine, and he took them off. His shorts were fine too, though he didn’t want to gamble on the diaper holding this kind of load for long, and so he got a fresh one out of the drawer and went to the bathroom to clean up and change.

Standing in the shower, he felt suddenly horny. He reached down, rubbing himself. He thought of Victor. Then he wondered what Victor would think if he knew that Caiden wore diapers now. The thought made him blush. Somehow, the thought of Victor knowing turned him on more, and he rubbed himself yet more vigorously, until he came with shaking thighs.

By the time Caiden was finished in the bathroom, his mother had come home. ‘Oh!’ she said, as he came out of the bathroom. ‘There you are, Kayla.’

‘Mom, it’s Caiden,’ he said, somewhat exasperated.

‘I’m sorry. Caiden.’ She sighed. ‘I’m sorry, it just takes a little getting used to, is all.’

‘Yeah. It’s okay. Just . . . try?’

‘I am. I promise. I haven’t referred to you as my daughter in months.’ She smiled. ‘How was school?’

‘It was okay.’ Caiden hesitated. ‘Mom?’

‘Mhm?’

‘I . . . I had another stomach upset today and . . . I kind of had an accident. Just . . . just a little one!’ he hurried to say. ‘I just . . . almost didn’t make it. To the bathroom.’ His face felt hot.

‘Aww, I’m sorry, baby!’ Caiden’s mother hugged him. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah. Fine. But . . .’ He licked his lips. ‘I think I should . . . start wearing the . . . you know. In the daytime as well. Like, to school. Just . . . just as a precaution. Until we can figure out what’s wrong with my stomach, you know?’

His mother nodded. ‘Hm, yeah . . . That might actually be a good idea. If you’re having a hard time making it to the bathroom on time. It would be just awful if you pooped your pants in class, wouldn’t it?’

Caiden snorted. ‘“Just awful” doesn’t begin to cover it, Mom. It would be the end of my life.’

‘All right. I’ll make sure we keep stocked up, all right, baby?’

‘Yeah. Thanks, Mom.’ Caiden bit his lip. ‘Hey . . . do you think you could maybe not mention this to Brandan and Ryker? Or to Sam? I . . . I’d rather they not know. It’s embarrassing enough wearing diapers at night.’

‘Of course, sweetie.’ She hugged him. ‘I won’t tell a soul.’

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CW: intentional misgendering, transphobia, homophobia

 

2.

When Caiden had come out at school, he’d been granted a private shower and cubicle to change in, adjacent to the boys’ locker room. He knew he was lucky. Transgender kids in other parts of the country were forced to change and shower with the wrong gender. Not having transitioned medically yet (he was on puberty blockers, but really, they were too little too late), changing with the boys didn’t feel right, but neither did changing and showering with the girls. So the school had accommodated him. He used the boys’ bathroom, though, and no one made a big deal, except for a couple of bullies who rarely got away with it. He knew how lucky he was.

He felt especially lucky now. He wasn’t exactly keen on his classmates seeing what he wore under his underwear. He examined himself in the mirror again. The top of the diaper peeked out above the waistband of his gym shorts, but he was wearing his full binder under his t-shirt. He hoped it was tight enough to cover the diaper even if he did exercises that made his shirt ride up.

Feeling relatively secure, Caiden left his private locker room and went to join the others outside. It was track and field day. Caiden was fond of running, but he’d never done so wearing a diaper before, and he felt suddenly nervous.

‘Hey, Caiden.’ Victor stepped up to him and slapped him on the back. ‘How you doing?’

‘Fine,’ said Caiden, trying not to blush. It was hard not to think back on his fantasies of the day before. He liked Victor a lot and found him pretty hot, but he’d always written it off as impossible. Somehow, it was getting harder not to imagine. He shook himself mentally. ‘How are you?’

‘Ugh. Tired.’ Victor made a face. ‘I didn’t sleep very well.’

‘Bet you spent all night jerking off and thinking about your girlfriend,’ said a voice. Caiden looked up. It was Max, one of the guys who occasionally tried to bully him.

Victor frowned, looking puzzled. ‘I don’t have a girlfriend, dude. I’m gay.’

‘No?’ Max grinned. ‘You look pretty friendly with her,’ he said, jerking his thumb at Caiden.

Victor’s expression darkened. ‘Caiden’s not a girl!’ he said hotly. ‘And you fucking know that, so stop being a dick.’

She’s got a pussy, so she’s a girl.’ Max gave extra emphasis on the word ‘she’ every time he said it.

‘My genitalia are none of your business,’ Caiden mumbled. ‘Why can’t you just leave me alone?’

‘Is it gay, do you think?’ Max mused. ‘If you two fuck, is it gay or straight?’

‘It would be gay,’ said Victor at once, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘Because Caiden’s not a girl. But we don’t fuck, not that it’s any of your business.’

‘Hey, you three,’ said another voice. It was the coach. ‘Less talking, more running.’

‘Yes, coach,’ said Victor. ‘Come on, Caiden.’

Caiden nodded, and they both turned their backs on Max and started off down the track.

‘That guy’s such an asshole,’ said Victor. ‘I swear, one of these days I’ll punch his teeth in.’

‘It’s fine.’ Caiden sighed. ‘Don’t bother. Just ignore him.’

‘I can’t ignore someone bullying and misgendering my best friend,’ said Victor flatly.

Caiden found himself smiling then, and he glanced over at Victor. ‘Thanks,’ he said softly. ‘I . . . I really appreciate that.’

‘No problem.’ Victor was starting to get out of breath.

Suddenly, Caiden felt a familiar ache in his gut. His stomach made a loud noise and he skidded to a dead stop. Victor noticed and stopped as well. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah. Um . . . just my stomach. I think I gotta go to the bathroom.’

Victor grimaced. ‘Man, again? Have you been to the doctor?’

‘Going to see a specialist week after next.’ Caiden’s stomach rumbled louder. ‘Fuck . . . I gotta go.’ He walked briskly over to where the coach stood. ‘Hey. Um . . . I gotta go to the bathroom.’

Coach sighed. ‘Can’t you hold it?’

Caiden shook his head, looking down. ‘My stomach’s upset. I really gotta go.’

‘All right. Get back here as soon as you can, okay?’ He reached into the bag next to him. ‘Here’s a hall pass.’

Caiden nodded and took it, setting off for the school building. He stopped a couple of times, clenching his anus to try and keep it in, but it really wanted to come out. Just as he reached the entrance, he doubled over, groaning and clutching his aching stomach, and it happened. He started to poop.

‘Fuck!’ he gasped. ‘No, no, no!’

Caiden’s face was deep red, but he managed to stop it before too much could come out. Taking a few deep breaths, he righted himself and opened the door. He felt the poop squish around in his diaper as he walked. ‘I’m fucking gross,’ he muttered.

Instead of heading for a toilet, he went to his private locker room. At this point, he thought, it would be less hassle to just finish in his diaper and take a shower. When he got into the locker room, he took off his gym shorts and underwear, just in case there’d be a leak. Then he let go and let it happen. It made a squishy sound as it came out, accompanied by a few wet farts. Like it had the day before. He squatted a little and pushed to make sure it was all out. Then he sighed and took the diaper off. It was a total mess, more than the day before. He made a face and held his breath against the smell. He’d prepared for this, though. From his gym bag, he pulled a roll of trash bags. He pulled one loose and stuffed the used diaper into it, tying it off tightly and sticking it in the trash. Then he got in the shower.

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There’s more coming, but I’ll be posting a little bit at a time. If you’re reading this and you enjoy it, I can reveal that comments and upvotes are a fantastic motivator for writers. 😉

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CW: Bullying, transphobia, brief physical violence

3.

The school day was almost over, and so was the week. It was Friday. Caiden sat in his History class, and he really had to pee. He’d had a lot to drink at lunch, as it was late August and hot outside, and hadn’t been to the bathroom since. He’d felt it a little when he sat down, but figured he could hold it until the end of class. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Fifteen minutes to go.

Caiden wriggled a little in his seat, trying to get comfortable. He seriously considered asking the teacher if he could go to the bathroom. But he could hold it for fifteen minutes. Couldn’t he?

Then, all at once, he realised with a jolt that he didn’t have to. He was wearing a diaper. He felt his cheeks flush. Could he really wet himself in class? In front of all his classmates? What if it leaked? But then he knew it wouldn’t. He’d been wearing these same diapers to bed for years and they had never once leaked when he wet himself in his sleep, and he didn’t always just pee a little, either. Why would they do so now?

He could at least lighten the pressure a little, he decided. He bit his lip and relaxed just a little, letting a spurt of urine out into his diaper. Soon he found he couldn’t control it, though, and suddenly all the pee came out at once, soaking the diaper. Caiden shut his eyes, trying to control the flow. He could hear the hiss of it and hoped desperately that no one else could. When it finally stopped, he relaxed again. He looked around. No one seemed to be paying any attention to him, and he finally let out a sigh of relief.

Sitting there in his soaked diaper, he felt suddenly turned on. He glanced over at where Victor was sitting. Once again, he imagined Victor finding out. It would be so embarrassing! Why did that make him feel so hot?

Caiden and Victor walked home together as usual. Caiden had only brought one spare diaper to school, and he was already wearing that after his accident earlier that day, so he had to wear it walking home. The wet material rubbed against his skin. It felt kind of nice, now he was over the initial embarrassment of wetting himself in class. No one had seen. The diaper hadn’t leaked.

The two boys were talking about Victor’s desire to join the track team when, out of nowhere, three boys stepped into the road in front of them. The group was led by Max. ‘Well, if it isn’t Vicki and his girlfriend!’

Victor’s hands balled into fists. ‘He’s not a girl!’ he growled stubbornly.

‘Yes, she is! You can delude yourself, but you can’t argue with biology. It’s time to show you that. Sean, hold him.’

A fourth boy appeared behind them and grabbed Victor by his arms, holding them behind his back. At the same time, the two others grabbed Caiden. One held his arms the same way Sean held Victor’s. Max stepped in front of Caiden and reached for his pants.

Caiden was struck with panic. They were gonna strip him. They’d see! He tried to kick Max, but the boy not holding his arms got to his knees and held onto his legs so he couldn’t move. Max unbuttoned Caiden’s jeans and pulled the zipper down.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ said Victor. ‘Leave him alone!’

‘I’ll show you, Victor. She’s a girl.’ He pulled the jeans down, then reached for the waistband of Caiden’s shorts and tugged.

Max stepped back, disgust on his face. ‘What the fuck? Are you—?’ He looked up into Caiden’s face. ‘You’re wearing a diaper? Bitch, you’re even more fucked up than I thought.’ He stepped to the side, giving Victor a full view. ‘You see this Vicki? She’s a fucking baby who wears diapers! Still gonna defend her?’

Caiden didn’t dare look at Victor’s face. He lowered his gaze, fighting back tears.

‘Holy shit! Have you pissed in this thing?’ Max continued. ‘Gross! Do you shit in it too? Guess I won’t be showing Victor your pussy. I don’t wanna touch that disgusting thing.’

‘Stop it!’ came Victor’s voice. He sounded as furious and stubborn as ever, and Caiden looked up. ‘I don’t fucking care if he wears diapers or whatever. He’s my friend! And you’re just a bully.’ He spat in Max’s face. ‘Fuck you, Max.’

‘You’re gonna regret that,’ said Max darkly. Then he raised his fist and punched Victor in the stomach.

‘Victor!’ Caiden cried. He wriggled, trying to free himself, but the boys holding him were much bigger than he was. ‘Leave him alone you bastard!’

‘Shut up or I will kick you in the cunt!’ Max warned him. He turned back to Victor and punched him again. Caiden looked on helplessly while Max used Victor as a punching bag. Sean let go of him and he fell to the ground, and both boys kicked him in the stomach. Max spat on Victor where he cowered, his arms covering his head protectively. ‘Let that be a lesson,’ he growled. He turned back to Caiden. ‘I’d make you suck my dick, you whore, but you’re too gross for that. I wouldn’t be able to keep it up.’ Instead, he raised his fist and landed a punch in Caiden’s gut as well. ‘Come on, boys.’

The two boys holding Caiden finally let him go. He doubled over, clutching his stomach and coughing. Max and the others walked away, laughing.

As soon as he could breathe properly again, Caiden pulled up his pants and ran to Victor. ‘Fuck! Are you okay?’

Victor sat up slowly. His forehead was scraped, where he’d hurt it when he fell to the ground, but otherwise Max had kept away from his face. Victor winced and clutched his side. ‘Ow. I think . . . my ribs are bruised.’

‘Did he fracture them?’ asked Caiden in alarm.

‘No, I don’t think so. Had a fractured rib once, it hurt a lot worse than this.’ Victor grimaced. ‘I’ll be okay.’

Caiden stood and gave Victor a hand, pulling him to his feet. Victor brushed himself off. ‘He didn’t hit me that hard,’ he said. ‘He’s not as strong as he looks. He may be bigger than me, but I could take him in a fair fight and he knows it. Fucking coward . . .’

Caiden hung his head. ‘I’m sorry, man. This is my fault.’

‘How’s it your fault?’

‘He wouldn’t have hurt you if it weren’t for me. If you hadn’t stood up for me.’ Caiden sighed. ‘And now you probably think I’m gross too.’

Victor frowned. ‘Why would I think that?’

Caiden blinked, finally looking at Victor’s face. ‘I . . . because of the . . . You did see, right?’

Victor shrugged. ‘Who cares? I know you’ve been having stomach problems. How you deal with them is your business.’ He grinned. ‘Besides, it’s kind of cute.’

Tears filled Caiden’s eyes. Tears of embarrassment and relief. Victor didn’t hate him. And then he realised, Victor had called it cute. Caiden wiped at his cheeks. ‘How, uh . . .’ He cleared his throat. ‘How is it cute?’

Victor shrugged. ‘I dunno. Just is. Anyway, you’re . . .’ Now he hesitated. He glanced at Caiden, and Caiden swore he saw a slight flush in Victor’s cheeks. ‘You’re cute,’ he finished.

‘You . . . you think I’m cute?’

‘Yeah.’ Victor rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. ‘Guess I do.’

Caiden licked his lips. ‘I . . . I think you’re cute too. I mean . . . hot. I think you’re hot.’ He covered his mouth with his hand. ‘Fuck me, did I just say that?’

Victor chuckled. ‘Yeah. You did. It’s okay. I . . . I liked hearing it.’ He stepped closer. Slowly, he put his arms around Caiden and pulled him into a hug. ‘I like you,’ he whispered. ‘I care about you. So . . . the other stuff, it doesn’t matter.’

Caiden sighed shakily and put his arms around Victor in turn. ‘I . . . I like you too.’ He hesitated for a moment, then continued. ‘I wear diapers to bed. ’Cause . . . I can’t control my bladder when I sleep.’

‘That’s okay,’ said Victor.

‘And I wore them to school today because yesterday I had an accident. You know, with . . . with my stomach issues. It was super gross. I just wanted, like, a safety net.’

‘That’s okay too.’ Victor pulled away a little and looked into Caiden’s hazel eyes. ‘It’s all okay. You’re okay. More than okay. You’re awesome. Nothing’s gonna change that.’ Then he leaned in and kissed Caiden on the mouth.

When they separated again, Caiden asked the other question on his mind. ‘You . . . do you see me as a boy or a girl?’

Victor snorted. ‘You’re seriously asking me that? Caiden, I came out in ninth grade. You know I’m gay. Of course I see you as a boy.’

‘I . . . I never thought you’d like me, ’cause of that.’

‘You’re a boy,’ Victor repeated. ‘I like boys. That’s all.’

Caiden nodded. ‘Okay. Do . . . do you wanna come back to my place?’

Victor grinned. ‘Thought you’d never ask.’

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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it. This is turning into a pretty long one, so I'll be posting more, probably tomorrow. I'd love to know what you think, so feel free to leave a comment. 🙂 

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4.

‘Anybody home?’ Caiden called as they entered. ‘Mom?’ There was no answer. ‘Guess we’re alone,’ he said to Victor.

‘Guess so.’ Victor gave him his crooked smile.

Caiden swallowed. ‘I . . . I should go change,’ he mumbled. ‘Just . . . make yourself at home.’ He took the stairs two at a time to his room. The wet diaper was starting to get uncomfortable now. He closed the door behind him, got out a fresh diaper, and started to undress.

There was a knock on his door. ‘Caiden?’

‘Yeah?’

‘I was just wondering . . .’

‘What is it?’

‘I’m . . . kind of curious. Can I come in?’

Caiden blinked. ‘You’re . . . curious? About the diapers?’

‘Yeah. I wanna see. Can I come in?’

Caiden’s heart raced in his chest. Victor wanted to see his diapers? He swallowed. The thought of showing Victor made him feel all kinds of hot. ‘Okay,’ he said at last. ‘You can come in.’

He’d already taken off his jeans and socks. A fresh diaper was lying on the bed. Victor took this all in when he entered. He smiled at Caiden, who felt himself blush. ‘It’s okay,’ said Victor, almost like he were talking to a skittish animal.

‘I . . . I’ve never even told anyone about this stuff before,’ said Caiden. ‘Ever. And I never thought I’d show anyone.’

‘This why you could never come along for any sleepovers or overnight field trips?’ asked Victor.

‘Yeah. I’ve been wearing diapers to bed, like, all my life. I just kept wetting the bed. It’s . . . it’s embarrassing.’ Caiden looked down, his face growing hotter with every word.

‘You’re adorable,’ said Victor. He reached out and cupped Caiden’s cheek, raising his chin so their eyes could meet. ‘Take off your shorts? So I can see?’

With trembling hands, Caiden pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them, revealing his pee-soaked diaper. It sagged a little in the back. No wonder, as he’d peed out all the water he drank at lunch. The diaper could take a lot, but if he went again it would be at its limit.

‘Wow.’ Victor looked him up and down. He stepped around Caiden, examining the back of the diaper. ‘This thing’s really wet, isn’t it?’

Caiden blushed, if possible, even darker. ‘I don’t normally . . . I mean, I’ve never peed in a diaper when I was awake before. I just . . . I mean, it was convenient. I really had to go and there was only a few minutes left of class, but I couldn’t hold it for that long.’ He knew he was rambling now, so he shut his mouth.

Victor came back to face him. ‘You know, you don’t have to justify anything to me.’ He bit his lip. ‘Hey . . . can I change you?’

Caiden’s eyes widened. ‘Change me? I . . . I don’t think . . . I mean, I can do it myself.’

‘I know you can. But . . . I wanna do it. If you’ll let me.’

‘You’d see me naked,’ Caiden mumbled. ‘You’d see my . . . you know. Wouldn’t . . . wouldn’t you find that gross?’

‘Why? It’s just a part of your body. Pussy might not do much for me, you know, in general. Doesn’t make it gross.’

‘But . . .’

‘It’s okay. If you’re uncomfortable with it, I won’t push. Want me to leave while you change yourself?’

And Caiden wanted to say yes, but he also wanted Victor to stay, and in the end he said, ‘No, stay. You . . . you can change me.’

Victor grinned. ‘I was hoping you’d say that. Lie on the bed?’

Nodding, Caiden went over to the bed and lay down on his back. ‘Have you . . . ever changed a diaper before?’

‘Oh, yeah. Loads of times, on my sister and my cousins.’

‘Oh.’

Victor stepped up and reached out to undo the tabs. Caiden spread his legs as the diaper fell open. ‘Wow,’ said Victor again. ‘It’s so full!’

‘I . . . I had a lot to drink at lunch.’

‘I’ll bet. Lift your ass a little.’

Caiden did as he was told and Victor pulled the diaper out from under him. He weighed it in his hand. ‘So heavy.’ He rolled it up and put it in the trash can. Then he opened the fresh one. Caiden lifted his butt off the bed again so Victor could slide the new one underneath. He folded it up and fastened the tabs securely. ‘There, all done.’ He smiled at Caiden again. ‘So cute,’ he said softly. ‘I’m gonna kiss you, okay?’

Caiden just nodded and Victor leaned down to kiss him. Soon, he climbed up on the bed and lay down next to Caiden, stroking his hair. Caiden was amazed. Never in his life would he have imagined that Victor would like him this way, and certainly not after finding out about the diapers. Now it almost seemed like Victor liked him because of the diapers rather than in spite of them.

They made out for a while and then Caiden got up to get dressed. Victor lay on his back, head pillowed on his arms, and watched him. After a while, he said, ‘Ever do it on purpose?’

‘Do what?’ Caiden zipped up his jeans.

‘Pee in your diaper. Or poop in it. Like, you could make it to the bathroom just fine but you use the diaper instead.’

Caiden laughed and shook his head. ‘Why would I do that?’

‘For fun,’ said Victor with a shrug. ‘Don’t you think it’s kinda . . . I dunno. Kinky?’

Caiden laughed again, nervously. ‘Kinky?’

‘Yeah.’ Victor met his eyes and held his gaze. ‘I’d love to see you do it. You know, watch you use your diaper.’

‘Listen . . .’ Caiden shook his head slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable. ‘I don’t . . . I don’t like the diapers. Okay? I hate that I’d wet the bed without them. I hate that I’m having these stomach problems. I . . . I don’t find that sexy.’

‘No, I get that. That part must be kind of shitty. Pardon the pun. But that’s your life now, right? May as well make the best of it.’ Victor sat up. ‘But I won’t bring it up anymore if you’re not comfortable with it. Thanks for showing me.’ He stood and went over to Caiden, taking his hand. He kissed it tenderly. ‘I’m glad I found out. About this and . . . about how you feel about me. I’d been hoping, but . . . I couldn’t be sure.’

Now Caiden smiled back at him, a little shyly. ‘Well, now you know.’

‘And now you know.’ Victor kissed him. ‘Wanna be my boyfriend, Caiden?’

‘Yeah.’ Caiden grinned. ‘Yeah, I’d love that.’

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Given the minimal response I've been getting, I'm not sure it's worth continuing to post this story here. If anyone actually shows some interest, I may reconsider, but for now, this is all I'm posting. There are other places I can share it where it's actually appreciated.

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On 7/2/2020 at 7:59 AM, Thorn177 said:

Given the minimal response I've been getting, I'm not sure it's worth continuing to post this story here. If anyone actually shows some interest, I may reconsider, but for now, this is all I'm posting. There are other places I can share it where it's actually appreciated.

Loved this story. So rare to see such a compelling and thoughtful portrayal of the transgender experience, plus the chemistry and content was just getting hot.

It’s a shame that you felt you didn’t get enough positive feedback to post more, I mean it is a fairly niche subject, even within this fetish, but I guess that’s your prerogative. 

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On 7/8/2020 at 9:07 PM, Delta-Force said:

Your style is really great. I want to see that dumb Max's face when he sees them both going out.

Thank you. I'm glad you like it. 🙂 

12 hours ago, acela2163 said:

Really enjoying this, would love to see more.

Well, I guess I can't refuse now that I know people are actually reading. 🙂 

52 minutes ago, PrincessPeeach said:

Loved this story. So rare to see such a compelling and thoughtful portrayal of the transgender experience, plus the chemistry and content was just getting hot.

It’s a shame that you felt you didn’t get enough positive feedback to post more, I mean it is a fairly niche subject, even within this fetish, but I guess that’s your prerogative. 

Niche subject or not, it's fairly disheartening when you get no feedback (positive or negative; I'll happily take constructive criticism) at all, which was why I decided not to post any more of it. I don't go online just to talk to myself, you know? Guess that sounds needy, but if an author gets the feeling no one actually wants to read what they write, there's not much point in sharing it. I'm glad you like it, though! That's motivated me to post some more. 🙂 

 

When I stopped posting here, I found a different website to share the story on. That site has a rule against sexual content involving characters under eighteen, so I rewrote some stuff to accommodate that. As a result, Caiden and Victor are now both eighteen, Caiden is already on T, and it's the spring of their senior year in high school. Because forum posts here can't be edited, I have no way of changing the chapters I've already posted, but there it is.

CW: deadnaming, misgendering

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5.

Caiden and Victor hung out for most of the weekend. Caiden decided not to wear his diapers at home in the daytime, but whenever he went out, he put one on. He was starting to enjoy the feeling of it, how it felt against his skin. He didn’t end up needing to use it, and he and Victor didn’t discuss it. Not until Sunday night, when they were sitting in Victor’s room playing video games.

‘Do you think Max will tell everyone?’ Caiden asked.

Victor gave him a sidelong glance. ‘About the diapers, you mean?’

Caiden blushed. ‘Yeah.’

‘I don’t know.’ Victor sighed. ‘Probably. Or one of his friends will.’

‘Fuck . . .’ Caiden paused the game and dropped the controller, falling back against the couch cushions and covering his face with his hands. ‘They’ll all find out. The whole school. How do I even live with that?’

Victor shifted next to him, then gently pulled Caiden’s hands away from his face. ‘You lean on me,’ he said firmly. ‘I won’t let anyone hurt you. Okay? I’ll take care of you. Anyone who gives you a hard time will have to answer to me.’

Caiden met his eye and smiled. ‘You may just make it bearable.’

‘Good.’ Victor leaned down and kissed Caiden on the lips. ‘I wanna make you happy, Caiden.’

‘You do.’ Caiden licked his lips. ‘You always have.’

#

Monday morning, Caiden walked to school with heavy steps. He felt so nervous he thought he might throw up. What if Max had told everyone? They’d all laugh at him. The thought caused him to preemptively blush. He had always been a blusher, and always prone to embarrassment. He felt awkward around people at the best of times. Now, he just wanted to sink into the ground at the thought of everyone knowing.

He hadn’t wanted to put the diaper on that morning but did it anyway. If Max had told everyone, it wasn’t like it would make a difference if he wore it or not, he reasoned. And besides, the prospect of shitting his pants was far worse.

Caiden entered the schoolyard fully expecting people to point and laugh at him, but nobody paid him any mind. He even saw Max standing around with his friends, but it didn’t seem like he’d told anyone else. Not yet, at least.

‘Caiden!’ Victor bounded up to him, grinning. Caiden wanted to kiss him, but they’d agreed they wouldn’t do that at school. Not yet, anyway. There wasn’t a lot of homophobia, and the school had an inclusive policy, but they’d decided not to supply Max and his crew with more ammunition than they already had.

‘Hey,’ said Caiden. ‘How you doing?’

‘Good, good. You? You okay?’

‘Yeah. Doesn’t . . . doesn’t seem like Max has told people yet.’

‘Well, the day’s only just started,’ said Victor with a shrug. ‘How’s your stomach today?’

‘Fine, so far.’ Caiden sighed. ‘It comes out of nowhere, you know that.’

‘I know.’ Victor gave him a mischievous grin. ‘You’re wearing one, though, right?’

Caiden blushed deep crimson. ‘Shut up!’ he hissed. Then he sighed again and nodded.

‘I love making you blush,’ Victor murmured next to his ear. ‘It’s adorable. You’re adorable.’

Caiden looked away, shaking his head, then laughed softly. ‘You’re cheesy, man.’

‘I know. I don’t care. I want you to know how cute you are. I’ll keep telling you until I’m sure it’s sunk in.’

‘We should get inside,’ said Caiden, changing the subject.

#

The morning passed without incident. Caiden and Victor had lunch in the cafeteria with some friends, and no one seemed to have been told anything about Caiden’s diapers. That was good, he thought. The fewer people who knew, the better.

After lunch, he went to the bathroom. When he stepped out of the stall, he found himself face to face with Max.

‘Well, hello there, Kayla,’ he said. ‘I was hoping I’d run into you.’

Caiden hated hearing that name. It hurt, and Max knew it. ‘That’s not my name,’ he said.

‘It’s the name you were born with.’

‘Yeah? You call Snoop Dogg by the name he was born with?’

Max grabbed the front of Caiden’s shirt. ‘You may think you’re a boy, but to me you’re just another bitch, and you’re lucky I think you’re so gross or I might find another use for that big mouth of yours.’

‘Try it,’ Caiden hissed. ‘I’d bite your fucking dick off!’

Max pushed him up against the door of the toilet stall. ‘Listen,’ he growled. ‘You’re gonna do whatever I tell you to do. Or everyone will find out about your gross little secret. You get me?’

Caiden swallowed. He really didn’t want Max to tell anyone about the diapers. ‘What do you want me to do?’

Max let him go and reached into his school bag. ‘You’re good at English, right?’ He pushed a few sheets of paper into Caiden’s chest. ‘Finish my essay for me. It’s due on Thursday. If I don’t get at least a B . . . I’ll tell the whole school.’

Caiden stared at him. ‘You really are a dumbass,’ he said without thinking. Max looked like he wanted to hit him, so he hurried on. ‘You don’t think the teachers are gonna be suspicious if you suddenly hand in a B-essay when you usually get Ds, if you pass at all?’

Max narrowed his eyes as he seemed to consider this. ‘Fine,’ he said at last, rolling his eyes. ‘Get me a C, then.’

‘Okay,’ said Caiden with a sigh. ‘I’ll get you your C. But if you tell anyone about me, I’ll tell the teachers you cheated and made me write the essay.’

‘You do that and I’ll beat you so hard, I swear to god!’

Caiden laughed. ‘You think I care at this point? Agree to my terms or go to hell.’

‘Fine,’ said Max flatly.

‘And you better keep your cronies from telling anyone too,’ Caiden continued. ‘Or the deal’s off.’

‘They do what I tell them to,’ said Max. ‘Don’t worry.’

‘Good,’ said Caiden. ‘Then we have a deal.’ He stuffed the papers Max had given him into his own bag and left the bathroom. Max didn’t follow.

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‘You’re being awfully quiet,’ said Victor. ‘You okay?’ They were walking home together again. Caiden had not had any accidents at school and was still wearing the same diaper he’d put on that morning.

He frowned. He hadn’t told Victor about his encounter with Max, or the half-finished essay of his he carried in his bag. He wondered if he should, but in the end, he said, ‘I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.’

‘Seems Max didn’t tell anyone about Friday.’

‘Maybe he’s worried we’ll tell the teachers he beat you up,’ Caiden suggested.

‘Or he’s saving it to blackmail you or something,’ said Victor.

Caiden cringed inwardly. He should just tell Victor the truth. But then, Victor might go confront Max and make it worse. It was imperative to Caiden that no one else find out about the diapers. If writing a few essays would ensure that, he was okay with doing it. Guess I’m lucky he thinks I’m ugly . . .

He felt a sudden pain in his abdomen and stopped dead, bringing his hand up to his gut.

Victor stopped too. ‘You okay? Stomach ache?’

Caiden nodded. ‘Yeah. Ow . . . Fuck!’ He had another ten minutes until he got home. ‘I’ll never make it home before . . .’ He blushed.

Victor took his hand. ‘My place is closer.’

Caiden’s stomach rumbled so loudly they both heard it, and another stab of pain caused Caiden to stagger. ‘I’m not sure I’ll make it there either,’ he mumbled.

‘Okay.’ Victor headed for the trees lining the road on one side and pulled Caiden with him. ‘Let’s get into the woods. We’ll head for my place through here and if you don’t make it okay, you can just go in your diaper and no one will see.’

Caiden felt a burst of gratitude. He followed Victor into the trees. They moved quickly, though Caiden occasionally had to stop to try and keep it in. About halfway through the woods, he said, ‘Fuck!’ again, and a little bit slithered out. He clamped his rectum shut as best he could, preventing any more.

‘You okay?’

Caiden nodded, blushing. ‘A . . . a little came out,’ he mumbled.

Victor smiled at him, sympathetically. ‘It’s okay. Come on, we’re almost there. Think you can hold the rest?’

‘I think so.’ As they kept walking, Caiden asked, ‘Is there anyone home at your place?’

Victor shook his head. ‘Shouldn’t be. My sister has an after school thing today. Both Mom and Dad should be at work still.’

Just as they reached the edge of the trees, beyond which Victor’s house lay, Caiden felt yet another sharp pain and a stomach rumble. He stopped, tried to hold it in, but he released a wet fart accompanied by quite a bit of poop. ‘No!’ he gasped. ‘No, no, no!’

‘Wow, I heard that,’ said Victor. He stepped close. ‘Did you go?’

‘I . . . I stopped the rest,’ said Caiden.

Victor raised his eyebrows. ‘There’s more?’

Caiden nodded. He glanced through the trees. Victor’s house was tantalisingly close, but he wasn’t sure he’d make it without filling his diaper on the way. Was it better to just get it out now and walk the hundred feet or so to Victor’s front door with a full diaper?

His stomach made his choice for him. Caiden groaned. ‘No!’ he said again. He shut his eyes.

‘It’s okay,’ said Victor. ‘Just let it out.’

Caiden groaned again and let go. There was another fart, and then Caiden’s eyes shot open as he felt something on his ass. Victor had put his hand there. Caiden stared at him. Victor’s eyes were looking into his. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’

‘I can’t see it,’ said Victor, ‘so I wanna feel it happen.’

‘Why? Ugh!’ Caiden grunted, shutting his eyes tightly again, and the rest of the poop came out, accompanied by several farts. And Victor’s hand was still there, on his butt.

‘Wow . . . so warm!’ Victor murmured.

Caiden’s face was red, his breathing coming fast and shallow. He wanted to cry. He’d shat himself in front of Victor, it was mortifying! But then . . . Victor seemed like he had enjoyed watching it happen. Slowly, Caiden opened his eyes.

‘You finished?’ Victor asked softly. Caiden nodded and Victor removed his hand. ‘Okay. Let’s get to my place.’

Caiden stared at him, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘Why doesn’t this gross you out?’

Victor cocked his head to one side. ‘It’s part of you,’ he said. ‘I want to see every part of you. Even the gross ones, though I don’t think it’s that gross. I told you, I used to change my sister, and I babysit for my cousins all the time. I’m pretty desensitised to bodily functions. My cousin Jaime has a lot of allergies and I’ve had to change a lot of really messy diapers when he’s snuck something he’s not supposed to eat. Man, that kid is a handful.’ He smiled. ‘Anyway. It’s also . . . cute, how embarrassed you get. Seeing you get all red in the face . . .’ Now he looked away, looking a little embarrassed himself for the first time. ‘It’s kind of hot,’ he finished. Caiden didn’t know what to say to that, and Victor grabbed his hand again. ‘Come on, let’s go home.’

They walked slowly, Caiden worrying that the diaper might leak if he walked too quickly, and it felt gross, the way the poop pressed against his skin and squished about when he walked.

Finally, they reached the house and went inside. Victor turned to him again. ‘Can I change you?’ he asked.

Caiden shook his head vigorously. ‘No,’ he said. ‘Not when . . . No. I know you say you’ve seen it and done it before, but . . . I gotta do this myself. If, I pee, then you can . . . But not for . . . not for this.’

‘Okay. You should use the upstairs bathroom. It’s got a bidet, and a good shower.’

‘Thanks. Do you have any towels?’

‘There are some fresh towels in the cupboard under the sink. Just help yourself to whatever you need.’ Victor stroked Caiden’s cheek. ‘It’s okay,’ he said.

Caiden brought his bag with him. There was a spare diaper and a roll of trash bags in there. When he got to the bathroom, he closed and locked the door. He took off his clothes, relieved that the diaper hadn’t leaked. He stood up on tiptoe and examined it in the mirror. It had contained the smell okay, he could only smell the poop a little bit. But it had soaked into the diaper, which looked dark. He shuddered. He didn’t much want to take it off, see what was inside, but, of course, he had to.

He put the used diaper straight in the trash bag, tying it off and leaving it on the floor. It would be better to toss it straight in the trash outside than to risk it stinking up the bathroom if it tore or couldn’t contain the smell in the long run. Then he used the bidet to clean off the worst before getting in the shower. He enviously wished his house had a bidet. That would have been useful.

When he’d finished, he left the bathroom and went downstairs. He heard the TV on in the living room and looked inside to find Victor watching something. ‘Hey. I’m just gonna throw this away.’ Caiden held up the bag. ‘I’ll be right back.’

‘Sure,’ said Victor, smiling.

Caiden went outside and disposed of the bag. Then he went back inside to watch TV with Victor, though they ended up making out on the couch until Victor’s dad and sister came home.

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7.

Thursday, Caiden returned the essay to Max, as promised. He was pretty sure he’d written a decent C-essay. He’d kept some of Max’s misspellings and been sloppy with the conclusion, drawing a few inferences that weren’t really there but seemed like the kind of thing Max might think of if he actually took the time to do the work.

‘Got an essay for History due next week,’ said Max when he got it back. ‘The Civil War one. I want you to write it.’

Caiden raised an eyebrow. ‘From scratch?’

‘I’ll get you some notes tomorrow,’ said Max. ‘You’ll do it, or I’ll tell everyone about your diapers.’

‘Fine, fine! Shut up!’ Caiden looked around him, but they were alone in a secluded corner of the schoolyard. ‘I’ll do it.’

‘Good.’ Max turned and walked away, stuffing the English essay in his bag.

Caiden sighed. He still hadn’t told Victor.

He didn’t have any more stomach upsets that week. That is, not until Friday, when they had PE again. Another track and field day. He and Victor had done one lap around the track when it hit. He stopped, clutching his stomach.

‘Is your stomach upset?’ Victor asked, stopping as well. Caiden nodded. Without another word, Victor left the track and went over to the coach who stood a little bit off. He said something Caiden couldn’t hear, then returned with two hall passes. ‘I told coach you weren’t feeling well. You think you can make it to the bathroom?’

‘I don’t know,’ said Caiden shakily.

Victor nodded curtly. ‘Well, I’m coming with you. Come on.’ He took Caiden by the arm and led him off the track toward the school building. Caiden had to stop a couple of times, but Victor pulled him along.

‘Stop!’ Caiden gasped. ‘I’ll . . . I won’t be able to hold it.’

Victor shrugged. ‘If it happens, it happens. Don’t you think it’s better to try and get to the locker room as quickly as you can?’

‘The bathroom, you mean?’ said Caiden weakly.

Victor shook his head. ‘We both know you’re not gonna make it.’

And he was right. A little bit came out just as they stepped inside the building. Caiden let Victor drag him toward his locker room, and he let him follow him inside.

‘There,’ said Victor gently. ‘Take off your pants, then you can let it all out.’

‘I’m not . . . I’m not sure there’s time,’ said Caiden.

‘Well, there won’t be if you argue,’ said Victor.

Caiden licked his lips. Victor had already told him he wanted to see it happen. Would it do any harm to let him? It was embarrassing, but . . . Victor thought it was cute. Caiden took off his gym shorts and underwear. He fidgeted where he stood, still trying to keep it in.

‘It’s okay,’ said Victor soothingly. ‘Just do it. Let it all out.’ He stepped a little to the side and lowered his gaze so he was watching Caiden’s diaper in profile. ‘It’s gonna come out in the end,’ he said. ‘So just let go.’

Caiden took a deep breath. He bent forward a little, screwed up his eyes, and let go.

It was loud. He could feel the diaper bulge out as it filled. The poop was a little less loose than last time, and he had to push a little. He let up, panting.

‘You done?’ asked Victor.

Caiden took a moment to feel. Then he shook his head, bending his knees and putting his hands on his thighs to brace himself. With a grunt, he pushed out a little more. When it was all out, he was panting and shaking. He couldn’t believe he’d just done that in front of Victor, let him see it all. Finally, he glanced sideways at Victor. Victor’s face was a little red. ‘Wow,’ he whispered. ‘Can . . . can I feel it?’

Caiden bit his lip. He wanted to say no, but it was so hard to say no to Victor, so instead, he nodded. Victor reached out and touched the bulge. ‘It’s even warmer than it was through your pants,’ he said. His voice sounded awed. Then he gently squeezed. Caiden felt it squish.

‘Stop,’ he said, and Victor took his hand away.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said. He stepped back. ‘I’ll leave you to change. I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, then I’ll be just outside. We’ll have to go to the nurse, I told Coach that’s where I was taking you.’

Caiden nodded, but said nothing. He wasn’t sure he could. He felt dazed after all that. He was still bent over, hands on his knees. Victor leaned down and kissed him. Then he left. Finally, Caiden straightened up. He let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ he said out loud. Then he started to take off the diaper.

#

Victor walked down the hall briskly, to the first bathroom he could find. He went in and locked himself in a stall, pulling down his gym shorts and underwear. His dick was painfully hard, and he sat on the toilet, taking it in hand.

Why had he found that so hot? It made no sense. But ever since he’d found out about the diapers last week, all he’d wanted was to see Caiden poop in them. Or mess, as he’d found it was called on the Internet. When he’d realised how much the idea turned him on, he’d done some research. At first, he thought he got off on Caiden’s embarrassment, and that was definitely part of it, but there was more to it than that. Monday night, after Caiden went home, Victor had jerked off to amateur videos of guys messing their diapers. He liked the ones where he could hear their voices the most. The grunts and groans. He liked the enema videos too. The sounds reminded him of Caiden.

It wasn’t the poop itself. He’d looked up some scat porn as well and it almost made him throw up. It was just . . . the act. Watching it happen, watching an adult, or teen, in Caiden’s case, poop in a diaper. He couldn’t explain it to himself, but he knew he wanted to see more of it. He wanted to see Caiden do it on purpose, just because Victor asked him to. Or told him to. He pictured giving Caiden an enema or a suppository and making him keep it in, watching him get more and more embarrassed and desperate until he just had to fill his diaper.

He’d like to watch him pee in it too. Maybe make him hold his bladder until he wet himself. Or see him do it in his sleep. Victor drew a shaky breath and held it, coming all over his hand with a small, quiet groan.

Most of all, though, he thought while he wiped off his hand with toilet paper, he wanted to make Caiden enjoy wearing his diapers, and using them. He wanted it to turn Caiden on too. And after using them, when he was clean and comfortable, Victor wanted to fuck him. Preferably his ass, though he thought he’d be fine with vaginal, if it was Caiden. It wasn’t like he hadn’t liked him before he’d found out about the diapers. They’d just made him even cuter, somehow.

Victor had had sex before. His first time had been with a boy at summer camp when he was fifteen. The other boy had been two years older, a year younger than he and Caiden were now, as they had both recently turned eighteen, Caiden in January and Victor in March.

He left the stall to wash his hands. Then he returned to Caiden’s locker room. He could hear the shower going and waited outside, leaning up against the wall, pondering. How could he teach Caiden to like it? It would likely take time. But he had time. He would try to use it wisely.

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When Caiden was done showering and had put on a fresh diaper, he got dressed and left his locker room. Victor was waiting for him outside, just like he’d said he would. ‘All done?’

Caiden nodded. ‘Yeah.’

‘Okay, let’s go to the nurse. You haven’t let the school know about all this yet, have you?’

‘No.’ Caiden sighed. ‘I was gonna wait until after I’d been to see the Gastroenterologist, but maybe I should.’

‘Now’s as good a time as any. I mean . . . you don’t have to tell them about the diapers.’

‘Guess not,’ said Caiden. They were at the nurse’s office now and he knocked on the door. The nurse opened it a few seconds later.

‘Come in,’ she said, smiling. They did and she sat down behind her desk. ‘What can I help you boys with?’ The nurse knew very well that Caiden was trans. She’d been instrumental in making sure he got all the help he needed from the school. Still, the fact that she referred to him as a boy gave Caiden an almost euphoric sense of validation.

‘He’s the one that needs help,’ said Victor, pointing at Caiden.

‘Uh, yeah.’ Caiden swallowed. ‘So . . . I’ve been having stomach problems for a while. Like . . . upset stomach. Diarrhoea.’ He blushed. ‘It comes on really suddenly and I just have to rush to get to the bathroom.’

The nurse frowned. ‘I see. How long has this been going on?’

‘A few months. I’ve been to my family doctor, but he couldn’t figure out what’s wrong and it’s getting worse. I’m seeing a Gastroenterologist next week, but it’s really getting to be a problem. I . . . have a hard time making it to the bathroom in time.’

‘Right. So, do you think it would help if you didn’t have to ask a teacher every time you need to use the bathroom?’

‘That would be super helpful,’ said Caiden.

‘All right, then,’ said the nurse. ‘I’ll see about getting you your own personal hall pass. That way, you won’t have to waste time asking a teacher. You should be able to get it on Monday. I’ll inform your teachers of the situation as well.’

‘How . . . how much do you need to tell them?’ Caiden asked nervously.

‘I’ll just say it’s for medical reasons. I’d like to see you again after you’ve been to the Gastroenterologist as well. If you could bring me a doctor’s note, that would be ideal. When’s your appointment?’

‘Thursday.’

‘All right. Well, you two had better get back to class.’ She smiled at them both. ‘I hope the doctor can diagnose you. It’s not fun being sick and not knowing why.’

They left her office. The hallway was empty, so Victor took Caiden’s hand. ‘See? It was a good idea to go see her.’

‘Yeah.’ Caiden nodded. ‘Now I just have to get through today, and by Monday I won’t have to deal with the teachers every time.’ He sighed. ‘Yeah. This is good.’

‘Hey,’ said Victor. ‘I’ve been thinking. Do you wanna sleep over at mine tonight? Or tomorrow night? Now that I know about the diapers, a sleepover won’t be a problem anymore, right?’

Caiden pursed his lips. ‘I guess that’s true. But I’m not sure my mom would let me.’

Victor frowned. ‘What? Caiden, you’re eighteen. You don’t have to ask your mom’s permission.’

‘I know, but . . . she’s kind of protective sometimes.’

‘Well, ask her.’ Victor smiled.

‘Are you . . .’ Caiden hesitated. ‘Would it be to . . . ?’

‘For sex?’ Victor supplied. ‘No. Not yet. Not until we’re both ready. I’d just like to . . . hang out.’

‘Okay.’ Caiden grinned. ‘Yeah. I’ll ask her.’

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When his mom got home that afternoon, Caiden asked if he could go to Victor’s that weekend to stay over.

She frowned. ‘With a boy? I’m not sure if . . .’ She pursed her lips.

‘We’re both boys,’ said Caiden. ‘And we’re eighteen, anyway.’

‘Yes. Of course. But . . .’

‘But we have different bits?’ said Caiden. He bit his lip, then decided to gamble. ‘Victor’s gay, Mom. He . . . doesn’t like my bits.’ Neither of these things were technically a lie. Though once his mom eventually found out that Victor’s gayness extended to trans boys, she might be upset with him anyway.

‘Oh.’ She flushed a little. ‘I . . . I didn’t know that. Well, in that case.’ She frowned again. ‘But what about your . . . little problem? What if he sees?’

Now it was Caiden’s time to blush. ‘He knows about that.’ He decided on a white lie. ‘He . . . saw the diaper sticking up out of my waistband, last week. He realised what it was, so I just told him. He’s cool with it. He’s a cool dude, he doesn’t judge. He knows everything.’ At least that last bit was true. He neglected to tell her that not only was Victor cool with it, he liked it.

She sighed. ‘Okay. You can go sleep over. Tonight or tomorrow. Whichever works best for you both.’

Caiden grinned. ‘Really? Thanks! I’ll call him and ask.’

#

They agreed that Caiden should come over that same night, so he packed an overnight bag (clean shorts, socks, a t-shirt to sleep in, his toothbrush and, just to be safe, four spare diapers) and headed over there as soon as he could.

They ate dinner with Victor’s parents and spent the evening in his room playing video games. Victor’s parents had made up the couch in his room for Caiden. The original plan had been for Caiden to sleep in one of Victor’s older brothers’ bedrooms, all three of them having gone off to college, but then that rather defeated the purpose of a sleepover.

When it became time for bed, however, Victor said, ‘Why don’t you come sleep in my bed with me?’

Caiden hesitated. ‘Didn’t you say we weren’t gonna . . . ?’

Victor smiled. ‘We’re not. I just . . . I’d like to make out a little, and then just hold you. That okay?’

Caiden nodded. ‘Okay.’

‘I mean, I’ll probably pop a boner.’ Victor grinned. ‘That’s just what happens. But I’ve been getting boners over you since just after you came out to me, so . . .’

Caiden blinked. ‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’

‘But . . . you’re gay.’

Victor rolled his eyes. ‘You’re a guy, Caiden. You act like one, you dress like one, and it’s not like you even have a very girly face or figure anyway. Not that that would matter much. So yeah, I like you, I think you’re cute and I think you’re hot. I thought we’d already been over this.’

Caiden nodded. ‘I’ve started on hormones, you know. Once I’ve been on them for a while, gone through male puberty . . . I’ll be a real boy then.’

‘You’re a real boy now,’ said Victor, giving him that sweet, soft smile again. ‘You’re a boy I’m in love with.’

Caiden wanted to cry with joy at those words. ‘I’m . . . I’m in love with you too.’

Caiden changed out of his binder in the bathroom and into the t-shirt he was planning to sleep in. He didn’t have much of a chest to speak of. He’d had time to grow some boobs before they started him on the blockers, but he’d been a late bloomer and they were A-cups at best. He had a slim, boyish frame, which was lucky and suited him well. He scrutinised his appearance in the mirror. Under the t-shirt, he could only barely make out the shape of his boobs.

He changed into a fresh diaper. Though he hadn’t used the one he’d been wearing, it was a little sweaty, and a fresh diaper felt nicer anyway. He pulled his shorts back on, then hesitated. He knew by now that Victor would want to see the diaper. He’d want it to be visible. And Caiden really wanted to make him happy. He kept them on to leave the bathroom, in case he met Victor’s parents or sister on the landing, but the moment he got in the door to Victor’s bedroom, he slipped them off.

Victor was already in bed. When he saw Caiden, his gaze slid down to the diaper and his smile widened. He pulled the blanket aside in invitation, and Caiden went to him, lying down next to him. Victor put his arms around Caiden and kissed him.

They made out for a little bit. Caiden could feel Victor’s boner and part of him really wanted to touch it, but he knew he wasn’t ready yet, and so they kept it chaste. After a little while, they both yawned.

Victor laughed. ‘I think it’s time for sleep,’ he said.

‘Yeah.’ Caiden yawned again. He smiled at Victor. ‘Thanks for tonight.’

‘Thank you,’ said Victor. He leaned in close and whispered in Caiden’s ear, ‘And thanks for letting me see your diaper.’ His hand slid down Caiden’s side to come to rest on his hip. He squeezed the material of the diaper a little bit. ‘It’s super cute.’

Caiden blushed, not sure what to say. But he didn’t have to say anything. Victor pushed him gently over on his side and snuggled up behind him, spooning him. ‘Goodnight, babe,’ he murmured and kissed the back of Caiden’s neck.

‘Goodnight,’ Caiden replied. He shifted a little. His diaper felt a little wet, but it wasn’t from pee. Soon, he fell asleep.

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On 7/16/2020 at 1:53 PM, maxiipaddd said:

I really am enjoying this story! definitely keep writing it. I find myself relating to Caiden a lot as a trans male myself.

Thank you! I'm glad you like it and that you can relate. 🙂 

Here's the next chapter!

CW: sexual content

 

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9.

Victor woke at dawn. Cold morning light came in through the gap in the curtains. The room was warm, so they’d kicked the blankets off in the night. Caiden lay on his side, facing him, still sleeping soundly. Victor smiled. He kissed Caiden’s forehead, but the other boy didn’t wake up.

Caiden made a sleepy noise, a little whimper followed by a sigh, and suddenly Victor heard a hissing sound. He looked down. It was coming from Caiden’s diaper. He was peeing.

Victor’s face felt hot. He watched as the diaper darkened and was stained slightly yellow. Carefully, he reached down and gently covered the front of the diaper with his hand. Caiden slept on. The diaper was warm, and Caiden was still peeing. After a few seconds it stopped, and Caiden released what sounded like a satisfied sigh.

Victor let out a shaky breath and removed his hand. This was exactly what he’d hoped for, getting to see Caiden wet himself in the night. He’d looked so cute! He realised he was rock hard. He’d already been sporting a semi when he woke, which was normal, but just watching Caiden pee had made it grow into a full boner, much like the one he’d had after watching Caiden mess the day before.

If he wanted to get to the bathroom, Victor would have to climb over Caiden, but it was way too early and he didn’t want to wake him. He stroked himself through his boxers a couple of times. He could come in five seconds like this. ‘Fuck,’ he whispered.

Caiden slept on, then turned over on his other side. From this vantage point, Victor could see that the back of the diaper was wet too. He stared at it, imagined it filling with poop as well. He let out a shaky breath and kept stroking himself through his boxers. As he’d imagined, it took practically no time at all. Victor bit his lip as he came in his shorts, trying not to make a sound. He mostly succeeded, and it didn’t seem to wake Caiden.

Victor had an active libido and still woke with sticky underwear from the occasional wet dream, so he kept a spare pair tucked under his pillow. As carefully as he could, he peeled off his boxers and tossed them noiselessly over Caiden’s sleeping form and into the hamper by the couch. Then he pulled on the fresh ones. He lay there for a while, on his side, looking at Caiden. His t-shirt had ridden up, exposing a sliver of the soft, light brown skin of his back. He had a birthmark on the right side of his spine, just above the diaper.

His heart rate finally returning to normal, Victor put an arm around Caiden’s waist so he could spoon him again. Holding him felt so good. Soon, he drifted off to sleep once more.

 

When Caiden woke up, he realised immediately that his diaper was wet. His first instinct was to go change it before Victor could wake up, but the other boy’s arm was around his waist, holding him. Caiden knew if he moved, he’d wake Victor up. What was worse, he kind of needed to pee again.

He slowly, carefully, tried to dislodge Victor’s arm, but his boyfriend yawned and pulled him closer. ‘Good morning,’ he said, his breath hot on the back of Caiden’s neck.

‘Good morning,’ said Caiden. He wet his lips. ‘Listen, I . . . I need to go change my diaper. I . . . had an accident.’ He felt himself blush.

‘I know,’ said Victor. ‘I was awake, saw it happen. It was adorable. You looked so . . . peaceful.’

‘Fuck . . .’ Caiden buried his face in his hands.

‘Aww!’ Victor held him tighter. ‘You’re embarrassed! That’s even cuter.’

‘You’re always making fun of me,’ Caiden mumbled into his hands.

‘I’m not,’ said Victor seriously. ‘I mean every word of it. I love seeing you use your diaper. I . . . I can’t explain it, but it’s just really cute, and . . . kind of hot.’

Caiden turned around to face him. ‘That’s so weird,’ he said. ‘I mean . . . why would you like that?’

‘I don’t know,’ said Victor earnestly. ‘I just do. It’s . . .’ He seemed to hesitate. ‘There’s a kink. That people have; diaper fetishism. I looked it up. And I think maybe I have that kink. Watching you use your diaper, it just . . . really turns me on.’ Now he was blushing, and Caiden found himself smiling.

‘Weirdo,’ he said, with no malice.

Victor laughed. ‘Yeah.’

Caiden shifted. Now that he’d moved a little, he felt the pressure of his bladder. ‘I have to go to the bathroom,’ he said.

‘No,’ said Victor.

‘No?’

‘No. Stay here. Do it in your diaper and I’ll change you afterward, if it’s just pee.’

‘Yeah, just pee,’ said Caiden. He bit his lip again. ‘Do I have to?’

‘Yes,’ said Victor stubbornly. Then he sighed. ‘No. Of course you don’t have to. But . . . I want you to. Please?’

Caiden’s heart was hammering in his chest. He almost wished Victor had just told him he had to. For some reason, he liked the idea of Victor telling him what to do. Of Victor making him go in his diaper.

‘Okay,’ he said. ‘Do . . . do I do it now?’

‘Yes,’ said Victor. He sounded a little breathless. Then he scooted back, looking down at Caiden’s diaper. ‘Do it now.’

His voice sounded commanding. Caiden liked that, and he let go, peeing into his diaper.

Victor’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, his eyes wide as he watched Caiden pee. ‘Man,’ he murmured. ‘I don’t know why this is so hot, but it is.’

Caiden blushed and shut his eyes. He was feeling a little hot and bothered himself. He put it down to embarrassment at first, but soon he realised that he was turned on as well. Doing this had never turned him on before. But doing it in front of Victor . . . that really did it for him.

The pee stopped and he let out a breath.

‘Done?’ asked Victor. Caiden nodded. ‘Shall I change you now?’

Caiden nodded again. ‘There are fresh diapers in my overnight bag.’

Victor climbed over him out of bed and returned with a fresh one. ‘You brought so many,’ he said. ‘There are still two left.’

‘Just to be safe,’ Caiden mumbled.

Victor began to change him, once again looking amazed as he examined the wet diaper. ‘All that came out of you,’ he said, sounding almost awed. He rolled it up and opened the fresh one, putting it on Caiden. ‘I really wanna see you mess yourself again too.’

Caiden frowned. ‘Mess?’

‘It’s what they call it on the Internet. In . . . kink communities. Instead of poop. Like, they say wet instead of pee too.’

Caiden thought on this as Victor closed the tabs on his diaper. ‘I think I like that word better,’ he said at last. ‘Messing, instead of pooping.’

‘Me too,’ said Victor. ‘It’s less explicit. ’Cause it’s not the, you know, poop itself I like,’ he said, looking into Caiden’s eyes. ‘It’s seeing you do it.’

Caiden shook his head, then laughed in spite of himself. ‘I still think it’s weird. But . . . you know, wetting my diaper in front of you . . . I kind of liked it.’

Victor wet his lips. ‘Think you could like messing it too?’

Caiden thought for a moment. ‘I don’t know. A week ago I would have said no. Now . . . I just don’t know.’

Victor smiled crookedly. ‘Well, that’s a start.’

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Hey everyone! Thanks for your comments! ❤️ Sorry I haven't updated. I went on holiday and then life happened. lol! But here's the next chapter!

CW: Messing

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10.

Monday, Caiden was given a personal hall pass so he wouldn’t have to ask the teacher every time he had to go to the bathroom. His teachers were all informed. Tuesday morning, he had a stomach upset and, thanks to the pass, just made it to the toilet in time. As he sat there, though, he suddenly found himself almost disappointed that he’d made it, and that Victor wasn’t there with him. He shook his head. What a weird thought.

Thursday, he had his appointment with the Gastroenterologist. His mom came with him. The doctor asked him a lot of questions (did he get other symptoms? Acid reflux? Nausea? Constipation?) and performed a number of tests, some more invasive than others.

‘Well, I’m still gonna need to wait for the results of some of these exams,’ said the doctor at last, ‘but so far, this does seem like irritable bowel syndrome. There’s no real cure for it, but there are a number of treatment options for some of the symptoms. I’ll contact you when the results are back and we’ll discuss them then.’ He looked at Caiden over his glasses. ‘I see you’ve been wearing adult diapers.’

Caiden blushed. ‘Uh, yeah. I have a bedwetting problem, so I’ve been wearing them to bed since forever, but after a few near-misses . . . and an actual accident . . . I decided to wear them in the daytime as well. You know . . . just in case.’

‘A sensible precaution, under the circumstances. With any luck, though, once the results are back, we’ll be able to formulate a treatment plan that eliminates the need for daytime diaper use.’ He smiled.

Caiden felt an odd twinge of disappointment. He’d only been wearing them for two weeks, but in spite of everything, he’d quite grown to like it. It was an almost comforting feeling. And then there was Victor. Part of Caiden worried that if he stopped wearing the diapers, Victor wouldn’t like him anymore.

When Victor came over that afternoon, Caiden told him what the doctor had said.

‘Well, I hope you get a proper diagnosis,’ said Victor. ‘So they can treat you.’

‘Yeah . . .’ Caiden wet his lips. ‘But . . . if I don’t have to wear them in the day anymore . . . will you still like me?’

Victor stared at him. ‘What? Of course I will! Why would you even ask?’

‘It’s just, you’re so into them. I thought if I didn’t need them anymore . . .’

‘I just want you to be happy and healthy,’ said Victor. ‘I like you for you. And you’d still be wearing them to bed, right? Besides . . .’ He got that mischievous look in his eye. ‘It’s not like you can’t still wear them if you want to. Or if I want you to.’ He leaned in close and whispered, ‘I could make you wear them . . . and make you use them. Couldn’t I?’

Caiden’s breath hitched in his throat. Victor had caught on. He’d realised that Caiden wanted to be told what to do. He let out a shaky breath. ‘You could,’ he said softly.

‘Hmm . . .’ Victor looked thoughtful. ‘What if I were to tell you that you’re not allowed to go to the bathroom until I go home tonight?’

Caiden’s heart beat faster. ‘I . . . I guess I’d just . . . have to do what you said.’

‘Mm, good boy,’ said Victor, and those words made Caiden’s heart beat faster still. ‘Then I’m saying it. You’re not allowed to go to the bathroom until I go home. If you have to go, no matter what it is, you have to do it in your diaper. If you do, you have to tell me before you do it.’ He paused, looking deep into Caiden’s eyes. ‘And you have to let me change you.’

‘Do I have to?’ said Caiden breathlessly. His face felt so hot.

‘Yes,’ said Victor firmly. ‘You have to.’

Slowly, Caiden nodded. ‘Okay,’ he said. ‘I’ll go in my diaper.’

‘Good.’ Victor smiled wickedly. ‘This is gonna be fun.’

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The two of them spent a couple of hours watching TV in the living room. Victor kept getting them both water from the kitchen, though he didn’t drink much of it himself. Every time he put a glass down in front of Caiden, however, the other boy blushed, clearly aware that Victor was trying to make him wet himself. He was determined to at least see Caiden pee in his diaper before going home.

Caiden’s family moved around them, his younger brothers playing on their Switches on the other sofa and his parents talking in the kitchen next door. After a while, Caiden began to fidget where he sat. He looked a lot like he needed to pee. Finally, he turned to Victor and said, as casually as he could, ‘Let’s go to my room.’

Victor considered this for a moment. This meant Caiden was at his limit. If they went to his room, he could take his pants off and Victor could watch him pee. However, if they stayed . . .

‘No,’ said Victor. ‘This show is interesting, I wanna finish the episode.’

Caiden’s eyes widened. He glanced at his brothers, engrossed in their games, and leaned in closer. ‘But I really have to . . . you know.’

‘Show’s almost over,’ said Victor. ‘Ten minutes.’ Then he whispered, ‘You can hold it until then. And if you can’t, well . . . you’ll just have to do it here.’

Caiden flushed an even deeper shade of red. Clearly, he found the idea of using his diaper around other people deeply embarrassing, just like Victor had thought he would. He didn’t think Caiden would be able to hold it for another ten minutes. He regretted that he wouldn’t be able to watch him fill his diaper, but the distressed look on his face was delicious.

For a few minutes, Caiden kept his eyes fixed on the TV, as though hoping the programme would distract him. But then he went rigid. He reached out and grabbed Victor’s wrist. His lips moved, though no sound came out. Victor was a fairly competent lip reader, however, and he recognised the words, ‘It’s coming.’

As he was sitting so close, Victor could just about hear the quiet hiss. He kept his eyes on Caiden’s face, watched it flush deep crimson while he wet himself where he sat. As the hiss died down, however, Caiden’s eyes widened further. ‘Please, can we go to my room now?’ he whispered. ‘There’s . . . there’s something else I got to do.’

Oh, this was even more delicious. Victor wet his lips and leaned in very close, whispering as quietly as he could, ‘You need to mess?’

Caiden nodded quickly.

Victor sighed, making a show of feeling annoyed. ‘Fine, fine,’ he said, a little louder, and picked up the remote. He turned the TV off. ‘Let’s go to your room.’ He couldn’t force Caiden to mess in front of his brothers. Not yet, anyway.

They both stood and headed upstairs to Caiden’s bedroom. Once inside, Victor shut the door behind them and turned to him. ‘Take off your pants,’ he commanded, and Caiden did as he was told. Victor examined his diaper. ‘Wow, you peed a lot.’ He met Caiden’s eyes again. ‘And now you need to mess?’

Caiden nodded again. ‘Yeah,’ he mumbled.

‘Your stomach upset?’

Caiden shook his head. ‘No. But I need to go.’

Victor’s smile widened. ‘Good boy.’ He looked around the room. ‘Hmm . . . I wanna see it from behind,’ he said. He sat on the bed. ‘Put your hands on your desk and bend over.’

With a small shiver, Caiden once again did what he was told.

‘Wait,’ said Victor. ‘Push your diaper into your crack a little first. Wanna make sure I see it bulge.’

Caiden whimpered a little, but did what Victor asked him to, reaching back and pushing the diaper into his buttcrack with his fingers. Then he returned his hand to the desk and bent forward. He gasped. ‘Peeing a little more,’ he said softly.

‘Mm, good. Just go ahead and mess whenever you’re ready.’

Caiden nodded. He braced himself on the desk, bending a little at the knees, and grunted as he pushed. At first, nothing happened.

‘Is it coming?’ asked Victor.

‘Yeah.’ He could hear that Caiden gritted his teeth. He wished he could see Caiden’s face and his butt at the same time, but that wasn’t possible. He could see the back of his neck turning red, though. So Victor waited.

Caiden grunted again, and this time, something poked out, causing the diaper to bulge out a little bit. As he pushed, the grunt turned into a groan, and with a wet fart, the diaper began to fill. First just a little bit, but then Caiden bent his knees even more, pushed harder, and it all came out, the diaper bulging out obscenely. Victor could hear it, the squishing of it as it filled up. Caiden’s thighs shook with the effort, and then he went still, panting hard. He slowly righted himself and turned around. His face was red, his eyes wide and a little teary. Victor stood up.

‘Hey,’ he said, stepping up to him. ‘What’s wrong?’

Caiden just shook his head. ‘I . . . I’ve never messed myself on purpose before,’ he said softly. He sniffed. ‘It’s . . . it’s embarrassing. And you were watching. And now you’re gonna . . .’ He covered his face with his hands. ‘Fuck . . . I don’t want you to!’

‘You said you’d let me change you, Caiden,’ said Victor sternly.

‘I know,’ Caiden mumbled.

Victor was conflicted. He wasn’t sure if Caiden really didn’t want him to do it, or if he wanted him to push harder for it. He took Caiden’s wrists and pulled his hands away from his face. ‘Talk to me, Caiden,’ he said. ‘Do you really not want me to? Is this a hard limit? Or do you want me to push?’

Caiden wet his lips. He looked as conflicted as Victor felt. Finally, he spoke. ‘I don’t want you to . . . but I also do want you to?’

‘Then I’ll make the choice for you,’ said Victor. ‘I’m gonna change you. Do you have a towel in here we can lay down? And do you have wet wipes?’

Caiden nodded and pointed at the closet. While Caiden opened the drawer under the bed and pulled out a pack of baby wipes, Victor went over to the closet and got out a large, yellow towel which he laid down on the bed, pushing the blanket out of the way. ‘Lie down.’

He changed the diaper quickly. He wasn’t really interested in seeing the mess, so he kept his eyes mostly on Caiden’s face, except for the wiping. ‘Do you want to shower?’ he asked. Caiden shook his head.

‘I think I’m okay. I can shower tonight.’

‘Okay.’ Victor powdered him and put on the fresh diaper. ‘All done. You’ve been very good, Caiden.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah. How do you feel?’

‘Embarrassed,’ said Caiden, blushing.

‘Anything else?’

Caiden seemed to hesitate. Then he said, ‘Actually . . . a little turned on.’

Victor chuckled. ‘I’m super hard,’ he said. ‘Man . . . that was something to see. And hear. I loved hearing your voice.’

Caiden blushed. ‘I . . . I liked that you were watching, even though I kind of hated it too . . . But I kept thinking how happy it was making you and that made me feel happy too.’

‘Mm, yeah. That’s what I want you to feel,’ said Victor. ‘I’m glad. I . . . I want you to enjoy this too.’

‘I . . . I think I do. A little.’

‘Then we’ll keep doing it,’ said Victor. ‘But . . . I think we need a safeword.’

‘Safeword?’

‘Yeah. A word you can say if you hit a hard limit. If there’s something you really don’t want me to do. That way, we can roleplay a little, you can say that you don’t want me to and I can make you, but if you really, really don’t want it, you can tell me and I’ll know. ’Cause just now, I wasn’t sure if I should push or not, which was why I asked. But it’s much more fun if I don’t have to ask. Right?’

Caiden nodded. ‘Yeah.’

‘Give it some thought. Let me know when you’ve come up with a word.’ Victor smiled, leaned down, and gave Caiden a chaste kiss. ‘I should get home,’ he said softly. ‘Bet you’ve got some homework you need to do. And . . . I’ve seriously got to go home and jerk off.’

Caiden blushed again, but smiled. ‘Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.’

‘Yeah. You just rest for a bit. I’ll let myself out.’

Victor left Caiden’s room, heading down the stairs. That had been intense . . . and he really needed to get off. Saying goodbye to Caiden’s parents and brothers, he left the house and headed off to his own, spring in his step. This was all going even better than he’d hoped.

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I'm back. This one's kind of short, but the next one will be a little longer.

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11.

Caiden finished Max’s History essay that evening, though it was hard to keep focused on it. Not that that was a problem, as the essay wasn’t supposed to be too good, but all the same. His mind kept wandering to what he and Victor had done that afternoon. Objectively speaking, it was gross, wasn’t it? So why had he enjoyed it?

Once the essay was finished, he made sure the door was closed and opened his browser. None of his family members tended to barge in uninvited, and it was quite late, so the twins were already in bed. Caiden activated his VPN.

Victor had talked about stuff on the Internet. Caiden hadn’t tried looking anything up, thinking it wouldn’t interest him, but now he suddenly wanted to. He googled ‘diaper mess’, but that gave him absolutely nothing of interest until he thought to switch off the safe search filter. What came up then was a completely different ballgame.

He browsed through photos and videos, eyes getting steadily wider and face steadily hotter. He found some that had people, men and women, dressed up like little babies or toddlers. Those he skipped past. It was the ones that just had people going in their diapers that were interesting. Caiden swallowed, watching a man in his twenties mess and wet his diaper. He reached down between his legs, feeling the diaper there, underneath his jeans. He suddenly felt a powerful urge to pee. Not because he needed to, per se, but watching the video just made him want to.

And so, for the first time in his life, Caiden wet his diaper on purpose, for no other reason than that he wanted to. He found himself almost wishing he had to poop, but he had gone just a couple of hours ago, with Victor watching. That thought made his heart quicken. He undid his fly and stuck his hand down his pants, rubbing the warm diaper, now full of pee. Getting up from his desk, he walked over to the bed. He shed his pants and his t-shirt and lay down on his back. He rubbed the front of his diaper. It felt nice. Then he turned over on his stomach. He grabbed a pillow, put it between his legs, and started to grind against it. He buried his face in the other pillow and bit into it to keep quiet until he came.

Caiden lay there for a long time, trying to steady his breathing. He took several deep gulps of air. He knew he should change his diaper, but it felt kind of nice right now. ‘This is all Victor’s fault,’ he mumbled into the pillow. But then, he knew that wasn’t really true. He’d fantasised about Victor knowing before he’d even found out. If he was honest with himself, Caiden knew he would have gotten to this point on his own eventually.

He wanted to call Victor and tell him what he’d done. But it was past eleven, and he wasn’t sure if Victor would still be up. Maybe he could tell him tomorrow. Maybe he could do it at school, quietly but in a place where there were people, so Victor could be embarrassed for once. Maybe. In the meantime, they needed a safeword.

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Friday morning, Caiden met with Max as arranged, in a secluded corner of the school yard, where he handed him the essay, and Max gave him yet another assignment. Caiden accepted with a sigh. It wasn’t like he had much choice.

He found Victor waiting for him in homeroom. Sitting down next to him, Caiden smiled. ‘Iceberg,’ he said.

Victor frowned at him. ‘I’m sorry?’

Caiden shrugged. ‘Iceberg. I don’t think I’d ever say that by accident.’

Victor blinked, then it seemed to dawn on him. ‘Oh! Yeah. That works.’ He grinned. Caiden wanted to kiss him, but they were at school and they were still keeping it secret.

He pulled his chair closer to Victor and leaned in close. ‘I went on the Internet last night,’ he murmured.

‘Yeah? What did you find?’

‘Videos,’ said Caiden. ‘I . . . I did the thing on purpose. Then I . . .’ He wet his lips. The classroom was noisy and no one could hear, but it was still harder to say than he thought. ‘I wet myself and then got off,’ he whispered quickly.

‘Wow.’ Victor looked awed. ‘You’ve come a long way.’ He glanced around them. ‘How many did you bring today?’ he whispered.

Caiden tried not to blush. ‘Three.’

‘Three extra?’

‘Yeah.’ He’d been hoping for what came next.

‘Well, then you’re not allowed to go to the bathroom today. You can try and hold it, but if you gotta go, you go. No matter where you are. We can use your locker room if . . . if I need to change you.’

Caiden nodded quickly. He did not say ‘iceberg’.

#

For the next week, Caiden was forbidden from using the bathroom while at school or with Victor. He only had one accident due to upset stomach, on Sunday morning, when he’d stayed over at Victor’s again. Victor kindly allowed him to change that one himself, as he was still too embarrassed to let Victor do it after a stomach upset.

On the way to school Thursday morning, Victor caught up with Caiden a couple of minutes away. ‘Hey, cutie.’ He grinned.

‘Hey.’ Caiden smiled back at him.

‘Sleep well last night?’

Caiden made a face. ‘Slept okay. My, uh . . . my stomach’s been bothering me.’

Victor’s grin turned wicked. ‘Did you have a messy accident?’

Caiden shook his head. ‘No. Actually, I . . .’ He hesitated. ‘I haven’t pooped all week,’ he mumbled.

The grin disappeared from Victor’s face, replaced by a look of concern. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Last time was Monday morning,’ said Caiden. ‘I usually go every day, even when I’m not having stomach upset.’ He sighed. ‘I talked to the doctor on the phone this morning, he thinks I’m constipated. Also a common symptom of IBS, so . . . yeah. Supports that theory. Mom’s going to the pharmacy to pick up some remedies on her lunch break today.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me about this?’ asked Victor, his voice a little stern. ‘I’m supposed to know about this stuff.’

‘I’m sorry, man.’ Caiden hung his head. ‘I didn’t really think much about it until yesterday, which was when my stomach started to hurt. I thought I was gonna mess myself at school, but even though it hurt, nothing happened at all. Not even when I tried.’ He glanced at Victor. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘That’s okay, dude,’ said Victor. ‘I’m sorry if I sounded annoyed. I just . . . worry about you. I wanna know when something’s wrong.’ He sighed. ‘I was wondering why you hadn’t messed at all . . .’ He glanced at Caiden’s behind. ‘Are you still wearing one today?’

Caiden blushed and nodded. ‘Yeah. Constipation could blow over on its own and I could still have an accident, so . . .’

‘Well then.’ Victor smiled. ‘Same rules still apply.’ He winked.

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That afternoon, Victor went home with Caiden. They spent most afternoons and evenings together now, at one of their houses, under the pretext of doing homework.

‘Are you sure you don’t need to pee again?’ asked Victor, frowning, as they approached Caiden’s house. Caiden had only wet his diaper once at school that day.

‘I’m sure,’ said Caiden.

‘Then you haven’t been hydrating properly,’ Victor insisted. ‘When we get home, you’re having a glass of water.’

‘Okay,’ said Caiden meekly.

When they got inside, Caiden’s mom was already home. ‘Caiden? That you, honey?’ she called from the kitchen.

‘Yeah.’

‘Good! I stopped by the pharmacy. There’s a bag in your room. I bought some suppositories. Do you need me to—?’

‘No, that’s okay, Mom!’ said Caiden frantically. ‘I can do it myself!’

Victor tried not to laugh. He heard Caiden’s mom’s footsteps coming through the living room.

‘Well, okay. There’s some lubrication in there too. The pharmacist said to—’

‘Jeez, Mom, I can read the instructions!’ Caiden’s face was bright red as his mom appeared in the doorway.

‘Oh, I know, honey, I just—’ She paused, catching sight of Victor. ‘Oh. Hi, Victor.’ She smiled.

‘Hey, Mrs. G,’ said Victor, returning her smile.

‘We’re going to my room,’ Caiden mumbled, staring at his feet.

‘All right. You staying for dinner, Victor?’

‘I’d love to.’

‘Good! I’m making lasagne. Won’t be until around six, though. Sam has a late meeting.’ She kissed her son on the cheek and returned to the kitchen again.

The boys climbed the stairs to go to Caiden’s room. As they entered, Victor’s stomach made a little flip. She’d said she bought Caiden suppositories. Could he convince Caiden to let him help?

The bag from the pharmacy stood on Caiden’s dresser. Victor went over to it and peered inside. There was a small bottle of lube and a packet of rectal suppositories. He wet his lips, feeling his dick twitch in his pants. ‘Caiden?’ he said.

‘Yeah?’

‘I’m gonna help you with these.’

Caiden spun to look at him. ‘Huh?’

‘Your treatment. The suppositories. You’re gonna do it now. Dinner’s not for another two and a half hours, and these things work in about half an hour, I think. Plenty of time.’

He saw Caiden swallow. ‘But . . . How do you mean, help?’

‘Well,’ said Victor, ‘I’m gonna put one in you, and then we’ll put your diaper back on, and when it’s taken effect you’ll make a huge mess.’ He grinned. ‘You haven’t pooped for more than three days. I am not missing that.’

‘B-but . . .’ Caiden’s mouth opened and closed again a few times. ‘I . . . I can do it myself. Tonight.’

‘No way.’ Victor shook his head. ‘I said we’re doing it, so we’re doing it.’

Caiden stared at him a while longer, his cheeks red and his mouth slightly open. He looked adorable. Finally, he nodded.

‘Good boy,’ said Victor. ‘Take off your pants and your diaper while I read the instructions.’ He opened the packet.

He got a towel from the closet and laid it on the bed. ‘Lie on your side, facing away from me,’ he said, and Caiden, as ever, did what he was told. Victor took a suppository from the pack and covered the tip in some lube. ‘Pull your top leg to your chest,’ he instructed. Caiden did, exposing a rosy, puckered butthole. Victor wet his lips. ‘Man,’ he said softly. ‘One day . . .’ He trailed off, shaking his head.

‘One day what?’ asked Caiden.

Victor stepped up, pulling Caiden’s butt cheek aside, exposing him further, and pressed the tip of the suppository to his hole. Caiden gasped. ‘One day,’ Victor repeated, ‘I’m gonna lick that asshole.’

Caiden groaned softly as Victor started pushing the suppository inside. ‘Ugh . . . isn’t that gross?’

‘Not if you’re clean,’ said Victor. ‘I’ll lick it,’ he continued silkily and, just as the suppository slipped inside the sphincter, he added, ‘and then I’ll fuck it.’

‘Ah!’ Caiden breathed heavily. ‘That’s . . .’

‘That’s what’s gonna happen,’ said Victor. ‘But not today.’ He pushed the suppository in about an inch, then pulled his finger out. He wiped it off on a kleenex, then picked up Caiden’s still clean diaper and put it back on him. ‘I’m gonna go wash my hands and get you that glass of water,’ he said. ‘You just lie here for a little while. Let the treatment do its job.’ He kissed Caiden’s forehead before leaving the room.

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It didn’t take all that long for Caiden’s stomach to start making noise. He was still on his bed, lying on his side doing his homework while Victor sat at the desk. He hadn’t let Caiden put his pants back on, so he was in his diaper and a t-shirt, with his chest binder underneath. Now his stomach made a familiar rumble, and he felt that same kind of pain he usually got right before he had diarrhoea. He put a hand to his stomach.

Victor glanced up at him. It had been about twenty-five minutes since he’d inserted the suppository and it seemed to be doing its job. ‘You almost ready?’ asked Victor.

Caiden nodded. ‘I think so.’ He blushed. ‘I have to pee too.’

‘Well, do that now,’ said Victor.

Caiden closed his eyes and let go of his bladder, filling the diaper with urine. He let out a breath. It felt nice.

Victor stood up from the desk and sat down at the edge of the bed. ‘Come here, I wanna try something.’ Caiden scooted up to the edge. Victor spread his legs. ‘Come sit in my lap, with your legs on the outside of mine. So your butt hangs free, kind of.’

Caiden hesitated. That sounded awfully risky and embarrassing. ‘I . . . I don’t want to,’ he said.

‘Well, you’re going to. Now come here.’

Caiden obeyed. He climbed into Victor’s lap, facing away from him, and hooked his knees over Victor’s thighs. He was hanging down a little between Victor’s spread legs, his butt resting against the very edge of the bed. In this position, there was plenty of room for his diaper to fill. He blushed furiously. Why was he doing this? It was so humiliating!

‘There. That’s right.’ Victor put his arms around him and let one of his hands come to rest on the front of Caiden’s diaper, which was warm with pee. ‘Mm . . .’ He rubbed his hand up and down, and Caiden gasped. ‘Feel good?’

In spite of himself, Caiden nodded. ‘Y-yes . . .’

Victor rubbed harder, and Caiden had to bite his lip, his breathing growing erratic.

His stomach rumbled and his eyes shot open. ‘No, wait! Stop!’ Victor did not stop. Caiden hadn’t used the safeword. He had yet to use it at all. Victor’s hand felt good and Caiden’s thighs began to tremble. Another stomach rumble followed and Caiden farted. ‘Victor, I’m gonna—’ He gasped. ‘No! Nggh!’

Two things happened at once. Caiden came, his whole body tightening, and he started to mess. It was loud. ‘Oh god!’ he whimpered.

Victor stopped rubbing his front and instead moved his hand down to touch the unmistakable bulge that was forming in Caiden’s diaper as it began to fill. ‘Fuck,’ Victor whispered. ‘So hot!’

Caiden felt something hard poking into his lower back and realised it was Victor’s erection. He uttered a soft moan.

‘Come on, baby,’ said Victor. ‘I know you’ve got some more in you. This is barely one day’s worth of mess.’

And he was right, there was more. Caiden tightened his fists, shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, grunting as he pushed more out into his diaper. He let up a little, panting hard, but there was still more and he gave another push.

‘That’s it, Caiden,’ said Victor softly into his ear. ‘Good boy. Just get it out. That’s it.’

Finally, it stopped. Caiden’s diaper was heavy and obscenely full.

‘All done?’ asked Victor.

‘I . . . I think so,’ said Caiden.

‘Well, then we’ll wait a little bit, just to be sure.’ Victor kissed the back of his neck. Caiden felt his dick twitch against his lower back. ‘That was so hot. You’re adorable, Caiden.’

‘I . . .’ Caiden swallowed. ‘I can feel your boner.’

Victor laughed. ‘Yeah, I think I’d come in my pants if anyone touched it right now.’

Caiden suddenly felt bold, even in his embarrassing position with his messy diaper. He shifted a little side to side, so his lower back rubbed against Victor’s hard penis. Victor gasped. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Making you come in your pants,’ said Caiden breathlessly.

‘Well, stop it!’

Caiden slowed his movements and looked over his shoulder with a twinkle in his eye. ‘If you want me to stop, you can use the safeword.’

Victor did not, and Caiden sped up his movements again. It only took a few seconds before Victor stiffened behind him, holding his breath. He expelled it all at once, his hips bucking slightly, seeking the friction. ‘Fuck . . .’ He stopped moving and cleared his throat. ‘I, uh . . . I’m gonna need to borrow some underwear.’

Caiden laughed, in spite of everything. ‘I’m pretty sure I’m done,’ he said after a minute.

‘Then I’ll change you,’ said Victor. ‘Stand up.’

Caiden didn’t argue. This was the biggest mess he’d ever made, and the idea of Victor seeing it was embarrassing as all hell, but for once, he really wanted Victor to change him. He couldn’t explain why, but this was a moment he’d had with Victor, and he wanted it to end with Victor as well.

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After dinner, just before going home, Victor told Caiden, ‘My parents and sister are going away this weekend. They leave tomorrow and won’t be back until Sunday. You wanna stay over?’

Caiden raised his eyebrows. A whole weekend alone with Victor in his big house? They’d have the run of the place. They could do whatever they wanted. The thought made him blush. As always, Victor looked like he knew what Caiden was thinking. ‘Okay,’ said Caiden at last. ‘I just need to check with Mom.’

‘Good,’ said Victor. He leaned in close and whispered in Caiden’s ear, ‘Bring plenty of diapers. And bring the rest of those suppositories as well.’

Caiden swallowed. ‘But . . . I’m not constipated anymore.’

‘Bring them anyway,’ said Victor, and there was no arguing with his tone, so Caiden nodded. Victor gave him a brief kiss and then left.

Caiden went back downstairs into the kitchen where his mom was doing the dishes. ‘Hey, Mom.’

‘Hey, honey. Did Victor leave?’

‘Yeah. Hey, I was wondering if I could go over to his house again this weekend.’

‘Of course.’ His mom smiled.

‘Think I could stay over?’

‘Sure. I thought that was implied.’

‘Both nights?’

She put the last of the plates in the rack to dry and switched off the faucet, grabbing a towel to dry off her hands with. Then a voice said, ‘What, you don’t wanna see your family?’

Caiden turned around to see Sam—his stepfather and Brendan and Ryker’s dad—standing in the doorway. ‘No, it’s not like that!’ said Caiden hurriedly. ‘I just—’

‘Sam’s just kidding, hon,’ said his mom. ‘You’re a big boy now. Long as it’s not a school night, you can stay over at Victor’s as much as you like. I’d like you home by dinner time on Sunday, though.’

‘Yeah. Of course. Thanks, Mom.’

‘No problem. I’m glad you have a good friend in Victor. You’ve been so timid since you started growing up, but he’s getting you out of your shell.’ She patted Caiden’s cheek affectionately. ‘I’m so grateful for that.’

Caiden smiled at her. ‘He’s good for me. He always was, but lately . . . well, we’ve grown closer, so . . .’

‘Closer, huh?’ said Sam. ‘He know about your . . . problem?’ He wore a look of distaste and Caiden flushed, feeling ashamed.

Sam always had a way of making him feel ashamed, whether it was over his bedwetting, his gender identity, his grades, his eating habits, or whatever else. As a child, when he misbehaved, Caiden had been treated to the occasional spanking. It hadn’t hurt much, but it had been humiliating. That shame was a very different beast from the embarrassment Victor made him feel; Caiden enjoyed that. But this shame . . . it only hurt.

To Caiden’s knowledge, Sam had never spanked his own sons.

‘Sam, leave him alone,’ said Caiden’s mom, frowning. ‘Caiden, I’m so glad you have a real friend. That’s all that matters.’

Caiden knew he had been a difficult child growing up. When he was little, he’d been outgoing and social, but he had also acted out a lot and had few real friends. A combination of gender dysphoria and, from the age of six when his mom got married, the spankings from Sam, made it so by the time Caiden reached middle school, he’d grown quiet and introvert, avoiding social contact, especially with ‘other’ girls.

He entered high school with no friends at all. By that time, he was too old to be spanked, but he was still timid. He knew Victor a little bit, as they lived so close together, but they had never been friends. Victor had seen how lonely Caiden was and decided to befriend him. Caiden had still been Kayla at the time. Victor was the first person Caiden came out to. He was his first real best friend. And now, his first kiss and his first love. So many firsts.

Caiden wanted Victor to be his first everything.

 

Friday after school, Caiden packed his things and left the house before anyone else was even home, texting his mom that he’d see her Sunday. He packed far more diapers than he thought he could possibly need, and the suppositories as well, just as Victor had instructed. Then he walked the five minutes to Victor’s house.

He felt a little nervous. He wouldn’t be going to the bathroom all weekend, Victor would insist on that. He’d be sleeping in Victor’s bed. They would have the whole house to themselves. He wondered what Victor had planned for them. Because he definitely had something planned. He always did.

Caiden rang the doorbell and a minute later, Victor opened the door. ‘Good timing,’ he said. ‘They just left.’ He pulled Caiden inside the house and kissed him deeply. He reached down the back of Caiden’s jeans and squeezed his diaper. ‘I wanna see as much of these things as I can this weekend,’ he said. ‘Rule number one: you’re not allowed to use the bathroom. Not even if we leave the house. Understood?’ Caiden nodded. ‘Rule number two: as long as we’re alone inside the house, I wanna be able to see your diapers. So take off your pants.’

Wetting his lips, Caiden stepped back and undid his belt, taking off his jeans and his shorts. The diaper he wore was clean and fresh, feeling soft against his skin. Victor took the discarded pants from him and put them in a drawer in the hall closet.

‘You’re only gonna need them if we’re going out anyway,’ he said with a shrug. ‘Rule number three: We go where I say we go, do what I say we do, eat what I say we eat. If I tell you to do something, you do it. Okay?’ Caiden nodded again, and Victor took his hand. ‘Come on, let’s watch some TV. And later, we’re gonna make pizza.’ He grinned.

They spent the afternoon watching TV and making out, before going to the kitchen to make a  pizza from scratch, which they ate while watching an old Star Trek movie. When Caiden needed to pee, he went in his diaper as agreed, telling Victor first. Every time this happened, Victor stopped whatever he was doing and turned his complete, undivided attention on Caiden. It was a wonderful feeling, all that attentiveness and care. Caiden was rewarded with praise and physical affection every time he used his diaper or obeyed an instruction. It made him feel warm, happy, and safe.

Victor changed him before bed. They lay down together, kissing.

‘I’m glad you’re here,’ said Victor. ‘You’ve been so good today. Makes me really hot when you do everything I say.’ He kissed Caiden again, sliding a hand in under his t-shirt to caress the skin of his abdomen.

He rolled on top of Caiden, pushing his knee in between his legs, creating friction. It felt nice. Then Victor began to thrust, humping Caiden’s diaper until he came in his shorts. Seeing his face as he orgasmed was amazing, and though Caiden didn’t come himself, just seeing it made him feel good. He wanted to make Victor happy. He’d do almost anything for Victor, he realised. And he knew that Victor would do almost anything for him.

As he fell asleep, Caiden wondered fleetingly if this was love.

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13.

After dinner, just before going home, Victor told Caiden, ‘My parents and sister are going away this weekend. They leave tomorrow and won’t be back until Sunday. You wanna stay over?’

Caiden raised his eyebrows. A whole weekend alone with Victor in his big house? They’d have the run of the place. They could do whatever they wanted. The thought made him blush. As always, Victor looked like he knew what Caiden was thinking. ‘Okay,’ said Caiden at last. ‘I just need to check with Mom.’

‘Good,’ said Victor. He leaned in close and whispered in Caiden’s ear, ‘Bring plenty of diapers. And bring the rest of those suppositories as well.’

Caiden swallowed. ‘But . . . I’m not constipated anymore.’

‘Bring them anyway,’ said Victor, and there was no arguing with his tone, so Caiden nodded. Victor gave him a brief kiss and then left.

Caiden went back downstairs into the kitchen where his mom was doing the dishes. ‘Hey, Mom.’

‘Hey, honey. Did Victor leave?’

‘Yeah. Hey, I was wondering if I could go over to his house again this weekend.’

‘Of course.’ His mom smiled.

‘Think I could stay over?’

‘Sure. I thought that was implied.’

‘Both nights?’

She put the last of the plates in the rack to dry and switched off the faucet, grabbing a towel to dry off her hands with. Then a voice said, ‘What, you don’t wanna see your family?’

Caiden turned around to see Sam—his stepfather and Brendan and Ryker’s dad—standing in the doorway. ‘No, it’s not like that!’ said Caiden hurriedly. ‘I just—’

‘Sam’s just kidding, hon,’ said his mom. ‘You’re a big boy now. Long as it’s not a school night, you can stay over at Victor’s as much as you like. I’d like you home by dinner time on Sunday, though.’

‘Yeah. Of course. Thanks, Mom.’

‘No problem. I’m glad you have a good friend in Victor. You’ve been so timid since you started growing up, but he’s getting you out of your shell.’ She patted Caiden’s cheek affectionately. ‘I’m so grateful for that.’

Caiden smiled at her. ‘He’s good for me. He always was, but lately . . . well, we’ve grown closer, so . . .’

‘Closer, huh?’ said Sam. ‘He know about your . . . problem?’ He wore a look of distaste and Caiden flushed, feeling ashamed.

Sam always had a way of making him feel ashamed, whether it was over his bedwetting, his gender identity, his grades, his eating habits, or whatever else. As a child, when he misbehaved, Caiden had been treated to the occasional spanking. It hadn’t hurt much, but it had been humiliating. That shame was a very different beast from the embarrassment Victor made him feel; Caiden enjoyed that. But this shame . . . it only hurt.

To Caiden’s knowledge, Sam had never spanked his own sons.

‘Sam, leave him alone,’ said Caiden’s mom, frowning. ‘Caiden, I’m so glad you have a real friend. That’s all that matters.’

Caiden knew he had been a difficult child growing up. When he was little, he’d been outgoing and social, but he had also acted out a lot and had few real friends. A combination of gender dysphoria and, from the age of six when his mom got married, the spankings from Sam, made it so by the time Caiden reached middle school, he’d grown quiet and introvert, avoiding social contact, especially with ‘other’ girls.

He entered high school with no friends at all. By that time, he was too old to be spanked, but he was still timid. He knew Victor a little bit, as they lived so close together, but they had never been friends. Victor had seen how lonely Caiden was and decided to befriend him. Caiden had still been Kayla at the time. Victor was the first person Caiden came out to. He was his first real best friend. And now, his first kiss and his first love. So many firsts.

Caiden wanted Victor to be his first everything.

 

Friday after school, Caiden packed his things and left the house before anyone else was even home, texting his mom that he’d see her Sunday. He packed far more diapers than he thought he could possibly need, and the suppositories as well, just as Victor had instructed. Then he walked the five minutes to Victor’s house.

He felt a little nervous. He wouldn’t be going to the bathroom all weekend, Victor would insist on that. He’d be sleeping in Victor’s bed. They would have the whole house to themselves. He wondered what Victor had planned for them. Because he definitely had something planned. He always did.

Caiden rang the doorbell and a minute later, Victor opened the door. ‘Good timing,’ he said. ‘They just left.’ He pulled Caiden inside the house and kissed him deeply. He reached down the back of Caiden’s jeans and squeezed his diaper. ‘I wanna see as much of these things as I can this weekend,’ he said. ‘Rule number one: you’re not allowed to use the bathroom. Not even if we leave the house. Understood?’ Caiden nodded. ‘Rule number two: as long as we’re alone inside the house, I wanna be able to see your diapers. So take off your pants.’

Wetting his lips, Caiden stepped back and undid his belt, taking off his jeans and his shorts. The diaper he wore was clean and fresh, feeling soft against his skin. Victor took the discarded pants from him and put them in a drawer in the hall closet.

‘You’re only gonna need them if we’re going out anyway,’ he said with a shrug. ‘Rule number three: We go where I say we go, do what I say we do, eat what I say we eat. If I tell you to do something, you do it. Okay?’ Caiden nodded again, and Victor took his hand. ‘Come on, let’s watch some TV. And later, we’re gonna make pizza.’ He grinned.

They spent the afternoon watching TV and making out, before going to the kitchen to make a  pizza from scratch, which they ate while watching an old Star Trek movie. When Caiden needed to pee, he went in his diaper as agreed, telling Victor first. Every time this happened, Victor stopped whatever he was doing and turned his complete, undivided attention on Caiden. It was a wonderful feeling, all that attentiveness and care. Caiden was rewarded with praise and physical affection every time he used his diaper or obeyed an instruction. It made him feel warm, happy, and safe.

Victor changed him before bed. They lay down together, kissing.

‘I’m glad you’re here,’ said Victor. ‘You’ve been so good today. Makes me really hot when you do everything I say.’ He kissed Caiden again, sliding a hand in under his t-shirt to caress the skin of his abdomen.

He rolled on top of Caiden, pushing his knee in between his legs, creating friction. It felt nice. Then Victor began to thrust, humping Caiden’s diaper until he came in his shorts. Seeing his face as he orgasmed was amazing, and though Caiden didn’t come himself, just seeing it made him feel good. He wanted to make Victor happy. He’d do almost anything for Victor, he realised. And he knew that Victor would do almost anything for him.

As he fell asleep, Caiden wondered fleetingly if this was love.

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It was about two o’clock in the afternoon the following day when Victor said, ‘Let’s have some fun!’ He grinned. ‘Time for your medicine.’

Caiden frowned. ‘My medicine?’

‘Well,’ said Victor, ‘if I’m not much mistaken, you haven’t had a bowel movement since at least yesterday, before you came here. When did you last poop?’

Caiden considered this. Victor was right. He hadn’t pooped since Thursday. Did that mean he was still constipated? ‘When . . . when you gave me that suppository,’ he said, blushing a little.

Victor smirked. ‘I thought so. Definitely time for a treatment. Come on, let’s go to my room and I’ll give you another one.’

Caiden lay on his side, knee pulled up to his chest, while Victor inserted the suppository. Having Victor’s finger up his butt felt weird, but also very intimate, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have other things in there. Like toys, or even Victor’s penis. Or his tongue. Caiden blushed, letting out a slow breath as he thought it. Victor had said he wanted to lick Caiden’s asshole.

Victor pulled his finger out. ‘There. Let’s get your diaper on.’

When Caiden was diapered again, Victor clapped his hands together and said, ‘All right! Let’s go to the mall!’

Caiden blinked once and stared at him. ‘What?’

‘The mall,’ Victor repeated. ‘We’re going. It’s a nice day, and I could do with a new shirt.’

‘But . . .’ Caiden swallowed. ‘But you just put in a . . .’

‘Yes?’

‘Well, the suppository! It’ll start working in half an hour. Like, at most.’

‘Mall’s only a five-minute-drive,’ said Victor with a shrug. ‘If we’re fast, we may make it back here before then. If not . . .’ He left it hanging.

Caiden knew he could use the safeword. He could say ‘iceberg’ and they would stay home until he’d done his mess. But much as he dreaded leaving the house with the suppository in place, he didn’t want to use the safeword. It felt like a defeat, somehow. And Victor would be disappointed. So he stood up from the bed and followed him down the stairs. Victor returned his pants to him, and Caiden got dressed.

The drive to the mall was only about five minutes, like Victor had said. ‘What if we meet someone we know?’ asked Caiden in a small voice as they got out of the car.

‘Then we say hi,’ said Victor brightly.

‘But what if I . . . in front of them . . . in front of people . . .’

Victor only shrugged and walked ahead of him into the large building.

They browsed a few stores, looking for a new shirt for Victor. Caiden felt acutely aware of his body, waiting for the familiar rumbling to start. He felt distracted, only capable of monosyllabic replies when Victor spoke to him. It was in the third store they went into, while Victor browsed a t-shirt rack, that Caiden’s stomach started to make noise. A sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen, and Caiden covered his stomach with his hand on instinct.

Victor must have seen it from the corner of his eye, because he stopped what he was doing and turned to Caiden. ‘You okay?’ he asked innocently.

Caiden shook his head, not saying a word.

‘What’s wrong?’ Victor’s voice was light, but his dark eyes glowed with mischief.

Caiden looked around him, wide-eyed with fear. No one was nearby, so he leaned in and whispered, ‘It’s starting to work. Can we please go home now?’

‘No,’ said Victor firmly. ‘I haven’t found a new shirt yet.’ And he wandered off to another rack, further inside the store. Caiden followed him. He grabbed Victor’s sleeve.

‘Please? I . . . I don’t want to—’

‘I said no. You’ll have to wait.’

Caiden gritted his teeth. His stomach made another noise and he felt a tell-tale pressure in his colon. He gasped, fidgeting a little on the spot. Victor pretended not to notice, still browsing. Shaking his head, he went even further in and Caiden had no choice but to follow. They were now facing a wall upon which hung several faux-nerdy t-shirts and hoodies with superhero motifs. Victor studied them. Caiden tried not to whimper where he stood.

‘Why are you holding it?’ Victor asked at last.

Caiden could barely speak with the effort of keeping it in. ‘B-because . . . I, I d-don’t . . .’

‘You’re supposed to mess if you need to. You’re not supposed to hold it in.’

Caiden shook his head violently. ‘I w-won’t do it! N-not in a store.’

Now Victor turned to him, arms crossed over his chest. ‘You know the rules. If you won’t do as I say, I’m gonna have to think of some way to punish you.’

‘P-punish me?’

‘Yes. I’m sure I can think of something,’ said Victor. ‘Listen, if you just get it over with now, we’ll go straight home and I’ll change you. If you keep holding it, we’re staying until I find a new shirt and I’ll punish you when we get home. But either way, we’re not leaving this store until you’ve loaded your diaper for me.’

‘What if someone sees? Or hears?’ Caiden whispered.

Victor looked around them. ‘Well, there’s no one here right now. Your diaper and your pants will muffle the sound.’ He smiled. ‘Come here. Turn your back to the wall, pretend you’re looking at this display.’

Caiden did as he was told, turning his back to the wall. Victor stood next to him, very close, also pretending to browse the display. ‘And now,’ he murmured, ‘be a good boy for me and let it all out.’

And Caiden knew he couldn’t hold it much longer even if he tried, so there, in the middle of a clothing store at the mall, he let go and messed his diaper.

He could hear it himself. The wet, squishy sound of it, the farts as it filled his diaper. And then suddenly, Victor’s hand was on his butt again, feeling his diaper expand inside his jeans. ‘That’s it,’ he murmured. ‘Fill up that diaper for me. So fucking hot.’

Caiden tried hard not to let his face betray anything, in case someone looked in his direction, but it was impossible and he shut his eyes tight. His heart was hammering in his chest and he released an involuntary grunt and bent forward, bending his knees just a little.

‘Good boy,’ Victor coaxed him. ‘That’s it, now. Forget where you are, just mess as normal. No one’s watching but me.’

And with those words in his ears, Caiden allowed himself to grunt and push, until it was all out. Nearly two days’ worth. Not as much as the last time, but the diaper definitely felt full, and with his pants on there was less room. Panting, his face red, Caiden straightened and made a face as he felt it squish.

Victor stared at him, shaking his head in amazement. ‘That was incredible,’ he murmured. ‘I wasn’t sure I’d even manage to make you do that in public.’

Caiden looked around, frantically. The closest person was several displays away and seemed focused on browsing sweatshirts. He let out a slow breath, trying to calm his heart. ‘C-can we go home now?’ he said shakily. ‘Please?’

Victor smiled and gently brushed some hair away from Caiden’s now sweaty forehead. ‘Of course. Let’s get to the car.’

‘What about your shirt?’ asked Caiden as they slowly started to make their way out of the store. He couldn’t walk very quickly with such a full diaper, and Victor knew that.

‘I don’t need a shirt,’ said Victor, looking over his shoulder at Caiden with an impish smile. Of course. He’d only done it for this. To embarrass Caiden by making him mess in public.

‘You’re such a dick sometimes,’ Caiden mumbled.

Victor laughed. ‘I know. But you love it.’

Caiden couldn’t quite help a small smile, in spite of his embarrassment.

They walked in silence. Caiden hoped no one could see the bulge, no one caught on to why he walked so strangely, no one could smell his mess. He could only barely smell it himself—his diapers were odour neutralising and masked it pretty well—but he still worried.

Just before they reached the exit to the parking lot, someone called Victor’s name. Caiden hoped against hope that Victor would pretend he couldn’t hear, but then of course he didn’t.

Victor turned around with a smile and Caiden was forced to follow. They approached a small group consisting of three girls and two boys from school. ‘Hey, guys!’ Victor exchanged fist bumps and half hugs with them. Caiden didn’t know any of them very well, so he just gave a wan smile and a wave.

‘What are you guys up to?’ asked one of the girls. She had a popsicle in her hand, which she took a bite out of.

‘Not much,’ said Victor. ‘We were just browsing. Heading home now.’

‘We’re gonna catch a movie at four,’ said one of the boys. ‘Why don’t you join us? Hang out for a while?’

Caiden felt his heart sink. Surely Victor couldn’t say yes to that?

‘Nah, we gotta get back. We played video games all night. Tired as hell.’ He grinned. ‘Maybe next time?’

‘Sure.’ The girl with the popsicle smiled. ‘See you Monday?’

‘Yeah. Bye, guys.’

‘Bye, Victor. Bye, Caiden!’ The girl gave Caiden a bright smile. ‘We’d love for you to hang out with us some time, okay?’

Caiden smiled a bit more genuinely at that. ‘Sure. Thanks,’ he said. ‘See you later.’

He walked in front of Victor the rest of the way to the car, concerned that Victor’s friends would look at his butt as he walked away and see. When they got to the car, he hesitated. ‘Wait . . . I’ll have to sit in it?’ He swallowed, feeling suddenly a little sick.

‘It’s only for five minutes,’ said Victor kindly. ‘When we get home, you can get straight in the shower.’

The thought of sitting in his own mess, even for five minutes, did not appeal to Caiden in the least. He thought he might have just hit a hard limit. But then, he didn’t really have a choice. It was more than a twenty minute walk back, and they hadn’t brought any spare diapers. ‘What if it leaks?’ he mumbled.

‘It won’t,’ said Victor. ‘But if it does, I’ll take full responsibility. The seats are easy enough to clean.’ He smiled. ‘Don’t worry, Caiden. It’ll be okay.’

Caiden sighed. Finally, he nodded and got into the passenger seat. He tried perching right at the edge of the seat, but then he couldn’t get his seatbelt on. Taking a deep, calming breath, he sat down. He shuddered. ‘Ew . . .’

Victor laughed. ‘We’ll be home soon.’

Five minutes seemed to take forever. Caiden had never been happier to leave a car. On the way, it had started to smell. Victor would have to take some air freshener to the car later. But for now, they went inside the house.

‘Get undressed here,’ said Victor as he closed the door.

‘Wouldn’t it be better to—?’

‘You heard me,’ said Victor sternly. ‘Take off your pants.’

With trembling hands, Caiden did as he said. Victor gave an appreciative grunt when the diaper was revealed. ‘What a mess you’ve made!’ he said with a satisfied smile. ‘Upstairs with you, to the bathroom.’

Caiden climbed the stairs, grimacing at the feeling of the poop squishing around in his diaper. It was really starting to stink and he held his breath. When he got up to the bathroom, he took off his t-shirt and chest binder. In horror, he discovered that the hem of his tank top binder had a brown stain on it. The mess must have ridden up his lower back when he sat in the car.

‘Victor!’ he called frantically.

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