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male and female Into The Diaper Verse. An Alternate Reality Diaper Story.


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Hi guys and girls. 

Welcome to the new adventure! 

I’m super excited by this, as it’s a collaboration with one of my best friends @Buggy2013. 

The Bugster is a phenomenal, yet under appreciated writer on here. We have been doing personal role playing games like forever, and honestly, she leaves me for dead. This young lady will author a mainstream best seller one day, so get in on the ground floor for free. 

 

This is obviously a collaboration between her and I. As is our standard practice for years, we collaborate on the story, agree on how and when the chapter will finish, then let loose. Leaving the other to pick up the ball and run with it. We will be taking turns with chapters, unless something comes up to delay it, as it usually does. We’ve been doing shared RP stories for years, so we know what to expect. 

 

As for the story itself? It’s taken a long time for us to mutually agree on a shared storyline. 

 

This is set in like an alternate universe scenario, where diapers are a lot more mainstream than what we’re used too. 

 

We both sincerely hope that you enjoy our efforts. 

 

Chapter 1. 

 

Diaper Man. Into the Diaper Verse. 

 

 The final bell of the week sounded shrilly, bringing forth a collective sigh of relief across the campus, and none sighed so deeply as Cameron Wilkes, who immediately shut his laptop down and packed it away. There was an undercurrent of excitement through the freshman class of Advanced Programming 101, as the collective group of 18-19 year olds started packing up, all ready with their own plans for the upcoming long weekend. His plans may have seemed boring to many of his classmates, but they were his plans, and he was looking forward to them. 

 As Cameron made his way to the student parking lot, he kept his head down, aware of the whispers and not too subtle pointing that occasionally occurred behind his back. Over the past few weeks this unwanted attention had gradually waned amongst his freshman year, but he was still an object of interest amongst the wider college population. After all, you couldn’t be the son of one of the richest men on the planet and not expect to attract any attention. 

 His appearance certainly didn’t lead itself to be anything out of the ordinary, especially considering the appearance of most of his fellow students. Dressed in Levi’s, sneakers and a plain t-shirt, he was decidedly less expensively dressed than most of his fellow students. After all, this was one of the most expensive private colleges in the country, and most of the young adults in attendance dressed in a way befitting it’s reputation. Designer clothes abounded in every direction, as did top end devices, and personal accessories. The students parking lot required navigation around luxury cars of every description. Mercedes, BMW, Lexus and Teslas were scattered throughout. It was with a sigh of relief that Cameron finally shut the door of his new Mustang, closing his eyes for a moment before starting the powerful car and pulling out. He didn’t especially enjoy the drive to and from school, but it was at least a bit less attention grabbing than being dropped off in one of the limos. 

 The drive back to his family estate wasn’t too long, around half an hour to just past the outskirts of town, and he relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of slowly building pressure that had been building up in his bladder over the past few hours. He’d used the bathroom at lunchtime, but not since, and if anything he’d increased his fluid intake during the afternoon. By now, he was definitely feeling the need to pee building up, although not to any massive urgency just yet, but of course it would only get worse from here on in. That didn’t matter of course, as the young man already had special plans in place for emptying his bladder a bit later on that evening. 

 A push of a button caused the massive wrought iron gates to swing open inwardly, and he followed the paved driveway up to the horseshoe shaped turnaround in front of the main house, with its impressive marble steps and columns, it’s imposing three story height towering almost menacingly over the beautifully landscaped gardens with their tastefully placed statues and fountains. He suppressed a smile at the sight of his favourite fountain, displaying a naked, winged Cupid urinating freely into a koi pond below. It was pretty much exactly as he was starting to feel right then. 

 A sudden rumble of thunder passed overhead and he felt a large drop of rain landing on his face. The forecast thunderstorms were almost here, although they wouldn’t impede his plans at all, unless the power went out. Of course that wouldn’t be a big problem, as his house was almost completely self sufficient due the the installation of a bank of Wilkes Batteries, a storage system for the extra power supplied by the amazing array of solar panels that kept the house supplied in even the worst of blackout conditions. 

 The impressive double doors swung open before he was halfway up the steps, held back by an immaculately dressed man wearing a suit, complete with waistcoat and bow tie. 

 “Good afternoon young master Wilkes,” the butler said with a warm and friendly smile. “How was your day?”

 Cameron smiled. “It was ok thanks Curtis. But I’m glad it’s over. Tell me, did Dad make it away okay?”

 “He did sir. Robert delivered him to the airport with time to spare. I believe the company jet should be safely in the air by now.”

 Cameron smiled, and the manservant observed how the tension seemed to just melt away from the young man’s shoulders at the news that his father was safely away. It was no secret amongst the staff that the elder and younger Wilkses didn’t exactly get on very well together. 

 “Shall I get Robert to put your car away sir?”

 “Yes please Curtis, that would be great. Then you and Mrs Cooper can take an early finish if you like.  Robert too.”

 Curtis nodded his acknowledgment. “Thank you sir. But what about your dinner?”

 Cameron smiled. “Dads away Curtis. I feel like frozen pizza tonight, just don’t tell him!”

 Curtis chuckled conspiratorially. “As you wish sir. Your secret will be safe with us. Thank you sir.”

 Whilst he waited for the staff to leave, Cameron helped himself to a lemon mineral water, and settled himself into the leather recliner in the downstairs lounge, switched on the almost impossibly large flat screen, then crossed his legs and pinched his manhood through the denim jeans that he wore. His need to urinate was swiftly building now, and the sparkling water would only make things worse. Or better. Depending on your point of view. 

 Cameron switched on a basketball game, although he didn’t pay any attention to it. His primary focus now was on how badly he needed to pee, and exactly how he planned to deal with it later. His stash of diapers was waiting for him hidden in the back of his upstairs computer room…..

 The young mans excitement level was building, but tempered by the knowledge of what would happen if he was caught again. He didn’t think that the household staff would actually narc on him, as they were all aware of the fractious relationship that he had with his father, and had all been witness to the huge argument that had transpired when his old man had discovered him wearing diapers before. 

 Again he sighed, face automatically burning with the embarrassment of the memories. His full bladder was starting to feel uncomfortable now, so he got to his feet and started wandering aimlessly around the room, staring distractedly at the array of framed photos and pictures that adorned the walls. Most of them showed his old man shaking hands or mingling with other big business leaders or heads of state. His father had been snapped with Trump, Bezos, Musk, and many celebrities. The other pictures showed the gradual building and expansion of Wilkes Power, the largest privately owned power company on the planet. Wilkes Power had a foothold on every populated continent on the planet, dabbling in everything from nuclear, hydro, sun, wind and coal, depending on the location and resources available. 

 Power meant POWER, however you achieved it, and the wealth it bought with it was substantial. 

 Cameron pulled at his crotch like a little kid, as he thought back to the “Big Argument.”

 He’d always been a gamer. It gave him an outlet, and some much needed anonymity. After his mother had passed away just shy of his eleventh birthday, and with his already detached father becoming even more so, the world of online gaming had been a saving grace. In the beginning, he’d simply logged on and played. Sometimes online, sometimes on one of his disc based machines, and had had no trouble at all with letting himself become completely immersed in his gaming worlds. He’d become so immersed however, that he’d actually put off bathroom breaks for too long, and had wet himself on more than a few occasions. Personally, it didn’t bother him too much. In fact, he’d secretly enjoyed it, but their housekeeper/nanny of the time had reported finding his wet pants in the laundry a few times, which had resulted in a stern talking to from his dad. 

 When he was thirteen, he had learned of other gamers wearing diapers as they played, and he’d immediately jumped at that idea. Although he was a kid, he had money, freedom, and a driver, so apart from the initial embarrassment of actually purchasing, he was easily able to procure them. They worked well, and he was always careful about hiding and disposing of them, and so got away with it for a long time. By the time he was fifteen, he was boldly purchasing diapers online and getting them shipped directly to the house. After all, his dad was hardly ever home, they arrived in discreet packages, and the staff simply delivered them to his room and left the parcel on his bed. 

 His dream run had ended three years ago, when he had been sixteen. It was his fault, and overconfidence had played a part in it. His father was away, and after a long session Cameron had lay on his bed wearing nothing but a very wet nappy, something that he was starting to do rather frequently, as he’d discovered the personal pleasures that he associated with wearing a used diaper. 

 But he’d fallen asleep. 

 Then, when his dad came home early and unexpectedly, knocking on his door loud enough to wake him but not waiting for an invitation before walking in, he had been well and truly caught out. 

 Cameron crossed his ankles at the thought. It actually hadn’t been too bad. He clumsily explained about how he liked to wear while gaming, and although his old man had been annoyed and weirded out, it hadn’t gone any further than young Cameron promising not to do it anymore. 

 The second time he’d been caught was much worse. 

 His package had arrived, but one of the staff had mistakenly left in in his fathers study. When dad had opened it up, he had hit the roof. Cameron had been made to stand in front of the staff while his father loudly berated him, then the staff were all instructed to not leave any more packages unopened for his son, before grounding him for a week without any gaming or phone. 

 Overall, for a sixteen year old, it had been utterly mortifying, and Cameron was sure that the household staff all looked differently at him from then on. 

 But, time marches on. He never ordered diapers online again, but after getting his license and own car, he occasionally bought them himself, smuggling them inside when his father wasn’t home. He made sure that he only ever wore them when he was home alone, and never disposed of them in the household trash. His opportunity to wear was diminished, although he knew that he had more opportunity to wear than other diaper loving kids his own age, and he taught himself patience, using them only when he was sure that he would be left alone. 

 Tonight was one of those times. His father would be out of the country for a few days, and once the staff left, he would be free to put one on. 

 The staff were ready to leave within twenty uncomfortable minutes, in which time Cameron had started to physically do a potty dance. When the knock on the door occurred, he had to take stern control of himself to stay calm and settled, and bid them farewell for the night, hoping that none of them noticed the little beads of sweat that were forming just below his hairline as he struggled to hold onto to his pee. After some last minute dallying and reassurance from him that it was okay to leave early, he closed and locked the door, and ran up the stairs holding his cock tightly through his jeans. 

 Cameron’s mind was racing along with his heartbeat. His desire to wear and wet a diaper was foremost in his mind, but not the only thing. There was something else that he was almost as excited for. 

 Cameron had been intrigued by the mysterious Dark Web. Not for any nefarious or even particular reason, except it was there, he was a computer whiz, and he needed to explore it for himself. The past month or so had been an intense project of building a super fast computer that could link up through multiple servers and various IP accounts around the world, to finally give him the chance to get in, explore, and get back out without being observed or detected. This was paramount. As important a figure as his father was, and knowing how various security agencies worldwide monitored Deep Web activity, he really couldn’t afford to be caught. His computer had been ready for weeks, but he had spent just as long working on a way to keep his presence untraceable. So long as he didn’t actually buy anything or download anything that would raise a flag, he was convinced that he could now come and go as he pleased. 

 Tonight was the big test. He would diaper up, wet, then settle in for the greatest computer journey of his life, all in a delicious, wet fluffy heavenly diaper. 

 A loud crack of thunder hit, loud enough to make him jump just as he reached his own personal computer room. His bladder twitched, and he felt a tiny squirt in his pants. It wasn’t much, but the mirror in the room showed a small wet patch on his Levi’s. He grinned. He’d almost had a real accident! That was unheard of and very exciting! It was like the ultimate thrill for a pants or diaper wetting aficionado. But as exciting as a pants wetting could be, it couldn’t compare to the thrill of wearing a diaper. He wasted no time in delving into to the pack that was stuffed away in the alcove/closet area, and pulling out a large, pull up style adult diaper. It’s physical appearance wasn’t as much of a turn on as the ABDL style diapers that he’d previously bought online, but these were easily available locally, cheap, effective, and still so God-Damn cute in a different sort of way that they still held an appeal for him. At the end of the day, diapers were diapers, and they were all appealing in their own way. 

 He almost didn’t make it. Another tiny dribble leaked out when he started unfolding the big nappy. Simply the sight and feel of it was enough to cause an involuntary leak, which was such a turn on by itself, as real, genuine accidents weren’t easy to facilitate. The average person with reasonable bladder control would only experience a bladder control loss under the most exceptional circumstances, so any genuine loss of control was something special, something to be savoured, if you someone who secretly got off on that sort of thing of course. 

 Cameron kicked his shoes off, using alternate feet to complete the task, one foot at a time before removing his pants. He then wasted no time at all, quickly stepping into the big pull up. A discarded pair of baggy grey sweatpants laid scrunched up on the floor beside the desk, a pair of dirty socks balled up inside. He remembered getting hot last night, and taking his sweats and socks off. He shook the pants out, and wasted no time stepping into them, pulling them up so tight between his legs, that the waistband was up over his stomach, old man style. 

Cameron would later think back and try to decide if he’d actually gotten the sweatpants pulled up before he lost control, the same as he would try and decipher whether he’d actually lost control or simply given up. After all, perhaps he could’ve/should’ve lasted a bit longer? Shouldn’t/Couldn’t he?

 Regardless. He hitched his sweats up and let go……

 A torrent of hot pee erupted from his boyhood, which was safely nestled inside its special padded cocoon, quickly overwhelming it, then spreading the hot wetness in every direction, but especially downwards. 

 These diapers were good, and well trusted by Cameron, but even he knew the difference between the diapers capacity to hold multiple small, gentle wettings over a period of time, compared to a full on

soaking explosion such as this. As the padding between his legs swelled and warmed, he gritted his teeth with a grin, and waited for the inevitable leak. 

 The wait wasn’t long. He felt a trickling warmth on the inside of his right thigh, and didn’t even attempt to restrain the grin of pleasure that he got when he looked down, and saw the dark wet patch on the inside of his leg and crotch area, where the diapers leg guard had failed, complete with the accompanying wet stripe that ran down his right leg, stopping just short of his white sock. He clamped down hard, managing to stop the flow before he completely emptied his bladder. 

 Cameron sighed again, but this time with contentment. He was home. Safe and alone. Diapered and wet. Nobody would ever know. 

 Cameron waddled over to the small bar fridge for another drink. He planned many more peeing games yet. 

 A flash of lightning followed almost immediately by an enormous crack of lightning made him jump again as he penguin walked back to his desk where he sat down with a wet squelch in his chair, a thick towel folded on top for protection, the sodden padding pushing up underneath his balls, a constant reminder that he had wet himself, and not entirely on purpose. 

 He wiggled his soggy butt into the chair as he fired his desktop system up, and slipped his sneakers on again. He preferred the laptop usually, but he simply couldn’t get enough processing power with it. He’d personally built this desktop system especially to cope with Dark Web access. Three screens, two keyboards, multiple access and backup via a myriad of fake identity accounts. Completely untraceable. Instant exit capability with automatic burning of all files and footprint. 

He was ready. 

While his left hand played distractedly with the wet patch on his pants, Cameron’s right hand was typing in the first of five, eighteen  digit passwords that he had memorised. 

 It was concentration time. He drank deeply from his fresh bottle. No matter what happened, he needed to be juiced up enough to pee his diaper again later. 

 Accessing the dark web wasn’t as hard as a lot of people think, but accessing it in a way that was untraceable was an entirely different kettle of fish. Cameron patiently logged on through a series of burner accounts that he’d been carefully setting up over the past few weeks. Each account was highly secure, and he would be bouncing his signal around the globe, making it virtually impossible to trace anything back to his home computer. It was time consuming, but necessary. 

 Lightning suddenly flared from outside his closed curtains, followed almost instantaneously by the largest crack of thunder yet, and Cameron grinned to himself as he squeezed his swollen diaper through the wet patch on his pants. The storm seemed like a perfect scenario for what he was doing, making him feel like a supervillain in a Marvel movie. 

 His need to pee hadn’t diminished fully, after all, he had been holding for hours before letting go, and had stopped peeing well before his bladder had completely emptied. He drank deeply, slightly loosening his holding muscles for a few seconds, taking his eyes off the screen for a moment to watch a fresh wet spot appear on the other side of his pants, with his heavily swollen diaper leaking from the leg guards because he was sitting down. The front of his pants was now wet on both inner thighs, and his hand ran underneath his bottom, feeling a large round wet spot on his backside. He hoped that the folded towel that he was sitting on would protect his chair. 

 He clamped down on his holding muscles again, feeling his penis twitching with frustration inside his soggy diaper. Although his bladder wasn’t as full as it had been before, the combination of partially relieving himself, his seated position, and the thick, fluffy warm padding cupping his testicles accelerated his urgency back to the levels it had been before his initial wetting. He shifted in his seat. He really did need to go again rather badly, but decided to wait until he was safely entrenched inside the dark web. Once inside, he would take a break, wet his diaper one more time, then change into a fresh one and dry pants before continuing. He enjoyed the feeling of urgency almost as much as he enjoyed wetting, and he was looking forward to experiencing a lot more of both as the night grew longer. He must show restraint and patience with everything he did, go step by step. He needed to be ready to hit his built in escape code should he need to exit the web quickly. Perhaps he should put his pizza in the oven first? He was getting hungry. He would get into the web, pee in his diaper, get changed, then eat before he got too distracted with his explorations. That sounded like a good plan. He took another long drink. Keeping his fluid levels up was important while he was enjoying a good diaper play session. 

 Ugh! He quickly crossed his legs tightly. All of a sudden he’d almost wet himself accidentally! As exciting as that might be, he didn’t want that distraction just then. He just needed a few more minutes, then he’d let go and enjoy. 

 His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, opening up many pathways with various codes. Another bladder twitch caused him to pause and wince. He was absolutely bursting! Pushing his chair back, he stood up, feeling his sweatpants clinging tightly to his inner legs, and his toes scrunched up tightly inside his sneakers, and took a shaky inhalation of breath. His left hand found its way onto the wet patch between his legs as he put firm pressure on the front of his diaper, which felt very heavy and saggy now he was standing. 

 Last code. One more minute. 

 Ankles crossed, penis twitching, hunched forward, and extremely desperate, his right hand typed in the last code. 

 The screen went black. 

 What the fuck? 

 Then it went green. A different shade of green that he couldn’t remember seeing before, and a swirling symbol appeared in the middle. 

 He was in! 

 Cameron entered “Using Diapers” as a search option, as he prepared to step back and use his own once again. If he didn’t let go on purpose within the next minute or so, he was going to lose control anyway. Perhaps he could do so while watching some deep web content of other people using their own as well? Perhaps even a live stream? 

 Lightning flared again, bigger  and brighter than ever, and the atmosphere somehow changed. Cameron felt the hairs on his arms standing up, and he waited for the thunder. 

 But there wasn’t any. 

 His room suddenly developed a greenish tinge to it, and suddenly swirled around him. He felt himself somehow dissolving, melting into a billion molecules, and he fell forward, his face heading towards the monitors. Instinctively he put his hand out to stop the impact, but there wasn’t any. 

 Cameron fell THROUGH the middle monitor instead, and felt his disembodied self somehow travelling at extreme speed along the information super highway…

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Thanks so much for such a flattering introduction @Barry! I’m truly excited about this project, I really think it will be one of our best. With that said, let’s get this party started!!!

 

*Chapter 2: The Internet Strikes Back*
 

The swirling vortex of everything started to take shape around him, and he found his feet on solid ground. All around him scenery began to take shape; buildings, bushes, trees, sidewalks, and worst of all-other people. The next time he blinked he was standing in the middle of some kind of plaza in broad daylight. He looked around frantically, trying to figure out where he was.

The buildings, though different shapes, were all sided with the same tan-colored brick, and all of the vegetation was well landscaped. It actually looked like a college campus. Not his campus, but a campus. Now that he was paying attention, everyone seemed to be roughly his age and were walking around with backpacks.

His inspection of this new place was interrupted when a wave of desperation had him squeezing his thighs and bending at the waist. When he did this his bloated diaper leaked further, adding to the wet spot on his sweatpants. His heart began to pound violently in his chest as all of the pieces clicked into place. He was standing in the middle of a busy campus that he was unfamiliar with, in a soaked diaper, obviously wet pants, and was going to pee at any moment. This was bad. He tried to think of a next step, anything to get him out of the public eye, when a hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” He turned to see a young lady attached to the hand that was still on his shoulder. He blinked heavily to try to hide that he’d been tearing up in his panic, and tried to mutter something that would get this girl to keep walking, but only managed to stammer a few disjointed sounds through near-hyperventilation. To make matters worse, his bladder clenched and a spurt warmed the already overwhelmed padding of his diaper. He dropped his eyes from the girl and did the most discrete potty dance he could manage, stopping the stream by willpower.

“Come with me, we’ll get you a fresh diaper so you can finally pee. You look like you need it badly. I don’t know why they don’t mark the changing stations better in the first week, freshmen always have a hard time,” she rambled kindly, easily deducing his problem and pulling him along with her. How on Earth did she know he was wearing a diaper? And why was she so casual about it? She pulled him around the back of a building that was lined with small, square, stand-alone rooms. She pulled him to the door of one of them, the only one that didn’t have another person waiting.

“Hey, where’s your band? Is that why you waited so long? You forgot your band?” She asked, noticing he didn’t have a standard issue Power Band.

“What band? I’m not from here! I’m not supposed to be here!” He hissed through clenched teeth as another stream started. A fresh trail rolled down his inner leg as he pleaded with every deity he could think of to let him make it to the toilet. The girl cocked her head, looking confused.

“I thought they were standard issue all over the country. I’ve never heard of a place that doesn’t use them at all.” She pondered aloud, holding up her own wrist. It had a black silicone bracelet with a small tile that appeared to have something scannable engraved on it. He shook his head and went back to trying to manage his bladder. She was confused by that, as this boy was clearly wearing a very wet diaper, so he wasn’t one of the more old fashioned types that refused to use the new technology. So why wouldn’t he have a band?

“No, like I don’t even know where I am. One minute I was on the computer, lightning hit the house, and now I’m here.” He tried to explain when finally the door opened, but to his horror, it was to a spacious room with a bed. Not a toilet to be found. “Where’s the toilet?” He begged, hands pressing into his crotch as he danced like a toddler in front of this stranger in an unfamiliar place.

“I thought you used diapers? You’re wearing one? Here, let me show you before you make a mess,” she said decidedly, dragging him into the room and closing the door. “Get all that off and I’ll help you,” she said as if it were the most common thing. Cameron popped his shoes off and fought his way out of his wet sweats while this girl scanned her own bracelet, made a quick selection on the screen, and opened a drawer that had dispensed a packet with a plain white diaper, wipes, and a pair of gloves. She put the gloves on and in a clinical way yanked down his sagging pull-up and quickly held the fresh padding under his dribbling penis. Cameron cupped his front and continued to clench, keeping the flow at a painful trickle until he was secured. She taped him in not a moment too soon. The teen’s head tipped back as the flood gates opened. He let out a strangled moan of pure relief as he emptied at the rate of a garden hose that was finally unkinked. The padding grew heavy and warm around him and it was easily the best piss of his whole life. It took a little over a minute to fully empty, but finally he patted the front in blissed satisfaction, amazed that not so much as a dribble escaped.

“You sure had to go, huh? Let’s get you into a fresh one so we can free this up for the next person,” the girl said, picking up the cheap pull-up with her gloved hands and inspecting it. She knew what it was from school research. It was what people used as a diaper back when only the incontinent used them. Back before some genius found a way to make power from urine, and created diapers that could be used as fuel. These old diapers weren’t allowed anymore, as not only can they not be used for energy, but they create waste. This guy just gets more interesting.

Cameron watched her throw the old pull-up away, and found himself overwhelmed with how odd everything is right now, and started to wonder if maybe he was dead. This kind stranger caught the look on his face and smiled before patting the table. 

“C’mon, hop up. I’ll get you cleaned up and we’ll go for lunch in the cafeteria. I want to know more about this place you came from, and I’m sure you want to know more about here,” she said, and he found himself complying once more, noting how shaken and vulnerable he felt at that moment. He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of humiliation, despite how unphased the other party seemed to be. He watched from the table, hand unconsciously pressed into his bulging diaper, gently pressing himself into the soothing comfort while she scanned her band, picked a fresh diaper that had a covering that looked like athletic shorts, and another kit dispensed into the drawer. 

She took it out and untaped him. Quickly, he held a hand up to stop her. Embarrassingly enough, despite his fried nerves and fragile state he was hard. This chick might be okay with wet pants and diapers, but an erection over it all is creepy. She swatted his hands out of the way and opened the diaper anyway, and started wiping him down without batting an eye.

“Relax, it happens. You don’t have to be embarrassed,” she assured, not hesitating to wipe his engorged genitalia thoroughly along with everything else. Soon he was taped snuggly into a fresh hidden diaper, and she bagged his wet clothes before disposing of the gloves and washing her hands. He did the same and she led the way out.

“Thanks for the help. I’m Cameron, by the way,” he introduced, ashamed that this girl had touched his dick before they’d even been properly introduced.

“Noelle, and no problem” she responded, and Cameron thought it was a cute name. They didn’t talk while Noelle led him through campus, to the dining hall, and paid for his lunch, but the second they sat down she said ‘tell me about where you come from’, and he happily obliged.

As he talked he took his time to familiarize himself with his savior. He’d learned that she was 21, a junior, and a photography major. She was only a little bit shorter than him, with shoulder-length hair that was dyed mostly black, but had random strips of greens and yellows speckled throughout. Her makeup was dark and bold; eyeliner with sharp wings, black lips, and smokey eyeshadow, accentuating her hazel eyes. Her outfit was also mostly black. It featured a black t-shirt over top of a black and white striped long sleeve, ripped skinny jeans, and combat boots nearly to the knee which he’d noticed on their walk over when he’d spent a lot of time looking at their feet and trying to rebuild his courage. One of her ears had maybe a dozen piercings, and the other only seemed to have 2, one on the top and one on the bottom that was used to hold an ear cuff that looked like a dragon. 

“So anyway, that’s why he would get so mad that I wore them when I was gaming. I don’t really need them, so he thought it was lazy and gross,” Cameron explained, stuffing a few bites of food into his mouth immediately after to break up his little monologue that has turned into too much information about how his father felt about him.

“So let me get this straight- where you’re from you’re only supposed to wear diapers for medical or age-related purposes? And you’re supposed to hide it because it’s embarrassing?” She checked, and he nodded. “That sounds miserable. It’s a bodily function. What, do people get all weird about needing to eat or blow their nose too?” She asked incredulously. Cameron smirked at that.

“Seems like just about everything is impolite, or has some rules about how to do it the right way, yeah” he agree, shoulders finally relaxing a little. “So what about this place. What’s the deal?” He asked, feeling confident enough to be curious.

“About 50 years ago some guy figured out how to make energy from urine. He invented these diapers that start the chemical process, and worked to get others to try. It was a bit of a slow start, as people were very much like where you’re from and thought it was kinda gross, but nowadays they’re just so normal. They create such a strong energy supply, and it’s obviously renewable, that the government declared it a national method. They develop, design, and distribute the basic acceptable style. It’s free to everyone, because then they collect them and use them for energy, which is also free because so many people contribute so much to the program. The band keeps track of the supplies you’re taking and can be used to adjust your household order for the month, and also tracks your participation in the program. You get reward points based on your contribution and can select more decorative diapers, like the one you’re wearing, or even cash in for assistance with groceries or travel discounts.” Noelle explained, watching Cameron’s face turn contemplative.

“And… is it… normal to help others get changed like you did for me? You made it seem like no big deal,” he stammered, turning bright red as he forced the question out.

“I’ve worked as a changing room attendant for a theme park closer to my parent's place for the last few summers, I’ve seen that situation plenty.” She answered and his heyes bugged.

“Changing room attendant?”

“Yeah, some are self-serve, like most of the ones on campus. A lot of places have an equal number of stalls that have an attendant that will change you. It’s great if you have mobility issues, or restrictive clothing, or honestly just prefer it. Nobody’s going to ask if you prefer being changed to doing it yourself,” Noelle assured, remembering the shame surrounding his previous situation and not wanting him to feel that way here. Cameron’s head was spinning, it all seemed too good to be true. He could wear diapers and wet them at his leisure all day and night, and get rewarded for it? Insane. The thought brought him back to the uncomfortable situation he’d been avoiding. While they’d been talking, his bladder had been filling again. He assumed it was from the drinks he’d had before the mishap, and maybe even a backlog of what simply couldn’t fit into his bladder before, but either way he was resisting the urge to wiggle as his tired muscles protested the new discomfort.

“I was going to try to find a way home, but I think I may want to stick around for a little while. But I don't have any money, or identification,” he lamented.

“No problem, we’ll get you registered in school and get you a band. Say you’re my cousin or foreign exchange student or something. You can stay in the dorms, or if you’d like I have an extra bedroom in my apartment.” She offered, and he was touched by her generosity.

“You barely know me,” he argued.

“I’ve seen enough to know that we’ll get along ok. And if you find friends and want to move to campus or your own place then that’s fine, but you’re welcome if you want,” Noelle assured, and Cameron thought sullenly to himself about how unlikely finding friends would be for him, even in this new, upside-down place.

“I’d appreciate that,” he accepted, wiggling in his seat and feeling his face get hot as he instinctively looked for a bathroom that likely wouldn’t exist. He remembered the diaper, and how she said she’d used her points on it, and didn’t want to soil it so soon.

“You okay?” She asked, having an idea of what the problem could be.

“I- I sorta gotta go again, but I don’t want you to waste points for me. But I need pants. He explained, squirming again. It was worse than he thought it could be so soon. 

“You can let go. You probably shouldn’t hold it at all for the rest of the day honestly. I’ll take you to my place before my last class. We can go get you your own band when I'm done for the day,” she planned, and Cameron didn’t need to be told twice. He relaxed and surprisingly had no trouble releasing his bladder, despite being in the middle of a crowded cafeteria. He must have really overdone it earlier to have so little control now. This piss somehow felt nearly as relaxing as the first, and his eyes nearly crossed at the blissful feeling of the gentle stream surrounding his manhood in soft heat. The padding expanded to encase him and he held himself back from the urge to massage the bloated front, as was his habit.  He worried that admitting his fetish to Noelle would disgust her, especially after she volunteered to help him in his emergency. He’d carefully skirted around the part where he enjoyed the diapers in his original story, and had played them off to be a matter of convenience.

“That’s better,” he sighed, not missing how closely she was watching him while he voided. Maybe he’d already shown his hand too much?

“Let’s get going then,” she decided, tone not showing any discomfort or disgust, so maybe he was just thinking about it too hard. He wasn’t keen on living a secret life in this place of his dreams, but he couldn’t wait to see how this all played out.

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Chapter 3. 

 

“Home Alone. Lost In New….Where??”

 

 “So, this is home,” Noelle declared with a sweeping flourish of her hands. “Make yourself at home. Kitchen is through there, you can help yourself. If you need to do number twos, the toilet is down the hall. Remote is on the table if you want to watch tv, or you can have a rest in there, your bedroom if you want it, and there’s a box of diapers under the bathroom sink if you want to change again. Up to you, but what you’re wearing now will last a lot longer yet,” she explained, motioning at everything as she explained. 

 “I gotta get back to class now.” 

 Her mood became somber enough to match her clothes and makeup. “It’s up to you of course, but I’d probably keep a low profile if I were you. Just chill here and relax for awhile. When I get back we can talk a bit more about exactly what we’re gonna do with you.” 

 She smiled unexpectedly. “Personally, I hope you decide to hang around for awhile. You intrigue me, Mr. Wilkes…”

 After the door had closed, Cameron started to think about the things that were intriguing to him, and there were a lot, not the least of which was just how easily this young woman had taken him in, appearing to believe his outlandish story without judgement. Not to mention how readily she was willing to help him change his diaper. 

 Speaking of his diaper, that was something else just as intriguing. Not only did his new one look almost exactly like a normal pair of shorts, he was also aware of how dry it felt after his big wetting in the cafeteria. It felt a bit warm, but even after sticking his hand deep down inside it, it only felt slightly damp at best. Hardly even noticeable. Incredible. 

 With his mind spinning, Cameron started poking around the small apartment. He wouldn’t go into Noelles room in her absence, but explored everything else. “His” room had minimal furniture, just a single bed, drawers and a desk, and everything looked normal, except the bed crinkled beneath him when he sat on it. A quick inspection showed a protective bottom sheet with a quilted top, but not plastic or rubber. It crinkled when compressed, and maintained its shape, but somehow looked disposable instead of reusable. He would have liked to explore it further, but didn’t want to strip the bed down and re-make it. 

 The refrigerator was fairly well stocked, at least for a college student, but while at first glance everything appeared normal, a closer inspection showed that while  the items inside had very similar packaging to what he was used to, it was all different brand names, almost foreign, but with all with English spelling. 

 The red soda can with the dynamic ribbon wasn’t Coca Cola, but Clark Cola. Instead of maple syrup, there was Tree-Sap syrup. In the cupboards, Chocolate Pops and Fruity Rings replaced Coco Pops and Froot Loops. The Fridge itself was branded LB. 

 Cameron switched the television on and channel surfed. The programs were almost the same, but different. He watched an episode of “Buddies,” about a group of good looking 20-somethings that seemed to live in an apartment block, followed by a show called “Unnatural,” where two brothers in a black car battled with demons, their names were Stan and Glen. 

 He couldn’t help but notice how all the accents were somehow “off.”  Not modern day American, but nothing he could easily identify. Depending on the words pronounced, it sounded like a mish-mash of British, Modern American, Canadian and Australian dialects all jumbled together, but it was easy on the ears and there wasn’t any words that he didn’t recognise. 

 He stood by the window and observed the street below. Everything looked clean and fresh, but he didn’t recognise the vehicles. They were predominantly smaller than he was used to, mainly hatchbacks and small SUV’s, and mostly white. 

 One thing that kept catching his eye was the amount of people he kept seeing with pee stains on there pants. It wasn’t like very common, but much more common than anything he’d ever seen. An older teen wearing pink leggings than were heavily wet all the way down the inside of her legs to her shoes, was having an animated conversation with a group of her girlfriends on the corner, and nobody paid any attention. Four young boys of middle-school age came walking down the street together, all wearing a school uniform of blue shirt and grey shorts.  Two boys had obviously wet themselves, but there wasn’t any reaction from their friends or anyone else. A middle aged businessman in a grey suit walked past, looking like one of the most normal people that Cameron had seen so far, displaying two very wet half moon stains on his bottom, a situation that the teen easily recognised right away as being caused by a diaper leak whilst sitting down. A young mother pushing a pram suddenly stopped, looked off into the distance and spread her legs. After a few seconds she glanced down at the inside legs of her jeans, then continued on her way as if nothing had happened. 

 It was intoxicating. 

 Suddenly, Cameron realised that he needed to pee again. 

 His heart started hammering a bit with excitement as he thought about what he was about to do. He gave some consideration to standing in the bathroom or fetching a towel to stand on, but Noelle had assured him that the diaper he was wearing was way superior to anything that he’d ever used before. It was hard to comprehend, as from the outside it looked like a regular pair of shorts, but the quilted lining was fitting snugly around his boyhood, and still felt almost dry. 

 He felt his cock begin to stiffen inside this weird pants/diaper combination that he wore, but with a deep breath he steadied himself enough to let go, and for the second time he felt his nappy swelling and heating up between his legs, but again nothing leaked out. 

 These things were incredible! 

 The sound of a key in the lock drew his attention to the front door, and Noelle entered with a smile that belied her heavy makeup. 

 “Great! You’re still here! I wasn’t sure if you would be or not, and I’m glad,” she said, and the excitement and enthusiasm was evident in her voice. “Watcha been doing?”

 “Nothing much,” he replied with a nervous grin, before deciding to add a caveat that he’d always wanted to say to a pretty girl. 

 “I, uh, just wet my pants though….”

 

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Oh wow, I’ve not been here in months and what do you know, a brand new story from Barry, this time with a clearly ubertalented partner! Bliss!!

As to why I’m back, we’ll let’s just say I had a bit of an accident earlier…. I’ll post about it in a moment. Right now I need to change out of these soggy clothes.

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***Chapter 4: Boy Meets Diaper World***
 

Noelle smirked, perfectly penciled eyebrow arching in amusement at the deer-in-headlights look on her guest’s face. The look had led her to believe that maybe he was in the middle of something more personal when she came home, but then remembered how private bodily functions were treated where he was from, and that explained the guilt perfectly. 

“Good, I’m glad you’re not holding it in like this morning. You’re going to get sick if you do that too often. You don’t have to tell me every time you go though, unless you need some help,” she said, turning her back to him to hang her backpack. She herself had been holding it for the better part of the day. Secretly she liked the feeling of saving up and letting it go in a big flood. Other days she liked going as the mood struck her, warming her padding all day until she got home with a thick, soggy diaper. She didn’t know how Cameron would feel about it, but she actually loved the feeling of wetting her diapers, and watching others go in them. It was a big turn on for her, and his little display when she found him was the best show she’d ever had. She may be seeing things, but she was almost willing to bet that he didn’t wear such a taboo garment simply for convenience like he tried to say. The boldness of her statement, and the unsteadiness of Cameron’s nerves when trying a move that he’d only ever fantasized about, set him back on his heels a bit. He found himself stammering out a sentence that amounted to nothing until she turned back with a soft smile that seemed a little mismatched with her edgy appearance.

“Relax, all I’m saying is it’s okay. I know it’ll take a little while to get used to, but don’t feel guilty. Everyone does it, watch,” she insisted. Then all Cameron could do was stare while she undid the studded belt and the button of her skinny jeans, and lowered them enough that he could see her diaper. Unlike everything else she wore, the diaper was pure white. Noelle sighed gently and Cameron could hear the gentle hiss of her diaper filling. The padding expanded and turned yellow in the front of the gusset area. She’d clearly been putting it off, as the diaper started to sag and seem quite bloated by the time the hissing stopped. Cameron was uncomfortably hard in his own diaper, and wished he had real pants, or maybe a longer shirt. “Holy shit, I needed that.” Noelle announced shamelessly, patting the wet diaper like Cameron tended to like to do. Right before his eyes the diaper was already pulling back to its original shape as whatever miracle absorbency agent was in these things went to work. She let him stare while it was all absorbed. By the time she pulled her pants back into place the diaper was still yellowed, and thicker than before, but clearly not at capacity like he felt it should have been. He noticed how the jeans fit a little more snugly now.

“I figured we could get you signed up for your band, then hit the thrift shop, then the laundromat. Then in the morning we can register you for class,” she said, breaking the trance Cameron had found himself in.

“I… don’t have any money,” he muttered, not sure if his poverty or his shameless indulgence of this fantasy place was more embarrassing to him.

“Don’t worry about it. My folks make a good living and let me use all of their points from the reward program. Won’t cost hardly anything,” she promised, and he nodded along willingly. She breezed by him into the kitchen, and on her way patted his front and bottom. His heart must have stopped beating for a moment. “That should be okay for another wet if you need it before we can get you some clean clothes. I was going to bring you a change that looks like those, but I wasn’t sure you’d stick around,” she explained, grabbing a snack casually as if she didn’t just give a grown man a diaper check.

“This is fine,” he assured as soon as he was able to speak again.

“Great, then let’s go!”

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A few hours later found them alone together in a laundromat with Chinese takeout and Cameron’s new wardrobe on a thorough wash cycle. Getting registered for the rewards program was easier than he ever expected, especially for a government program. They had him fill out an application that was barely a page and a half, took his picture, then printed his band on the spot. He got a booklet laying out all of the benefits and things that he could use points on, as well as detailing a welcome gift of start up points that would activate with his first urine deposit in an approved reciprocal. He found himself playing with it absently while they ran their other errands. He read through the material and picked Noelle’s brain while she picked his in return.

“So let me ask you- I was starting to suspect that maybe wearing diapers all the time had made people a bit incontinent. I’ve seen a couple of people in wet pants today, and that’s just unheard of where I’m from. Especially walking around so blasé about it. But then I saw you, and you clearly held it just fine. And why would there be wet pants at all if everyone is wearing these great diapers?” He rambled, hoping once more that he wasn’t overstepping. Noelle considered carefully, not seeming uncomfortable at all.

“So some people prefer to use their diaper as the need arises, and get a change when they need to. You get a bit more points for completely filling it before turning it in, so some people will make sure they can’t hold another drop, or even leak to get the most out of them. I personally don’t get that, as the difference isn’t that significant, but some people are competitive I suppose. Other people wear them, but only go once and change right after. So they hold it until they’re ready to get changed, same as someone who holds it waiting until they’re ready to go to the toilet. Other people don’t wear them, they hold it until they decide to go and then they use the diaper to do they’re part, but don’t even really put it on. The problem with that is getting caught short before you can get to a diaper and leaking a bit, or maybe even letting go all the way. There are people who are more like where you’re from too. They only use the toilet, and are very private about it. They’d rather bust a gut trying to ‘make it in time’ over using a diaper or having a little accident.” She explained, and Cameron chewed all of that over quietly.

They’d been out and about for a while at this point, and the need to pee had been building. He was nervous to go a third time, as his dipe definitely felt bulkier than it had prior to his second wetting. He worried about overwhelming it and both making a mess and needing to sit in a plain white diaper until he had pants. There was a small changing room off to the side, and he couldn’t help but think that maybe Noelle might change him if he asked.

“My turn,” she declared. “So you said that in your world, diapers are mostly for the young or those who need them. Are there better diapers than the one you showed up in? Or cute ones? I mean if you have to wear them you might as well be comfy and enjoy how they look, right?” She asked, making him blush thinking about both the situation he showed up in and his extensive knowledge of diaper options.

“Well for kids they have pull-ups, which are supposed to feel like underwear and be easy to get off to try to make it to the toilet. Those have cartoon characters and colors and stuff. The ones like I had are drugstore ones. They’re easy to get, but aren’t really made for a full bladder, just little leaks and mistakes. They’re usually as neutral as possible. Then there are ones you can get for someone who can’t get to the toilet at all. They’re thick, bulky, and very crinkly. They hold a few wettings, but aren’t discrete like these, they’re very loud and puffy. Then there are some that are made to be cute, but not like the ones here. They’re made for people who like to pretend they’re a baby, or like feeling young and without responsibilities. So they have cute patterns like dinosaurs, astronauts, animals, and such, and look like a baby diaper but adult sized. They also hold a lot, and can be a little more discrete, but not by much. Those are harder to get because you have to special order them.” He informed, trying to be as forthcoming as she was without tipping his hand.

“So there are people in your world that buy them, wear them, and use them because they enjoy how it feels?” She asked, seeming curious, not disgusted.

“Um, yeah. Some people actually, y’know, get off on it,” he admitted, holding his breath. If she asked he would have to tell her. He couldn’t lie, not after all she’s done.

“Interesting. And harmless.” She pondered, returning to her food, not indicating in any way that she suspected him of being such a person. Luckily the washing machine dinged and Cameron scrambled to move things to the dryer. As he stood he realized that his bladder was actually quite full, and he found himself wiggling a bit while he started the cycle. He walked over to their seats, but before he sat down he let his tired bladder relax, to hell with the risk. He directed his gaze at the commercial that was playing silently on the tv as if it had caught his attention, and let it go, holding back a moan as the padding thickened around him. He felt the diaper swell around the seams and prepared for the first trickle out of the leg band. He’d been holding more than he thought, but the dipe contained everything. His hand fell to the garment and he could tell it was at its limit. It didn’t deflate like the times before, but stayed bulky. He took his hand away so not to seem to me enjoying the feeling too much. Cameron looked back up in time to miss how Noelle was watching intently. He shifted awkwardly, not stare if he could sit down without making a mess.

“What’s wrong?” Noelle asked, looking up from where she sat as if she didn’t just watch him push his diaper to the limit. She decided that she was going to love living with someone with such a big bladder. If only she could get him to admit that he liked it. She had thought about saying it first, but decided she didn’t want to overwhelm him or seem predatory.

“I- I peed and it was a lot. I don’t know if I can sit down without making a mess,” he admitted.

“Oh, do you want me to check? Or you could get changed?” Noelle asked innocently.

“I’d like to keep this one until I have pants. Will you check please?” He asked nervously. She reached out and cupped his front and gave it a light squeeze while pressing it up into him. Cameron thought about a series of repulsive things to keep himself in check when the touch threatened to send him to the stratosphere. From there she ran a few fingers along the sides with a firm stroke. Cameron could not believe he was getting a diaper check in public by a hot girl. He was certainly adding fluid to the nappy in that moment, and using every punch of his self control not to just excuse himself to the changing room to ‘change’ after all.

You should be fine to sit. You’ll definitely need a change before you go again though. We’ll do that before we leave so you can put it in the collector here and you can get the points. That one’ll be worth plenty.” Noelle assessed, patting his seat encouraging him to join her. He did, moaning like a porn star in his mind when the hot padding ground against him, making his poor dick throb with need. He needed to get that under control before he asked Noelle to change him.

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Chapter Five. 

 

The Accident (al) Tourist

 

They lapsed into a mutual, amicable, but slightly uncomfortable silence for a moment, both of them itching to continue their discussion about all things diaper related, but not wanting to appear too weird for each other, not knowing that the other was thinking along the same lines as well. 

 “So, where exactly am I?” Cameron asked, just to break the silence. “Like what the hell is this place even called?”

 Noelle brightened, glad of the distraction, and dived into her backpack, before quickly whipping out a small computer looking gadget with a decent sized screen and a small, but full keyboard. 

 “Check this out. I’ve got the new Blueberry device,” she exclaimed with a grin. “These things are excellent! I can get onto the Interweb from right here!”

 Blueberry? Interweb? Cameron suppressed a grin as his mind made the logical connection to the terms that he was used to. He didn’t bother saying anything though, because he was quickly learning that this world was the same as his, but at the same time was completely different. If he started doing comparisons on every little similarity or difference, he would bore her to death in no time. 

 A few seconds later, and she had bought up a map of the world, and he almost snatched the Blueberry away from her with his eagerness to at last see where he was. 

 Basically, it was almost the same as a map of Earth, but with some small differences in shapes here and there, and no borders shown. What he knew as South America looked pointier, Africa was flatter on the bottom, Australia seemed to have moved closer to New Zealand, or vice versa, and the British Isles looked bigger. Once again, everything was almost the same, but slightly different. 

 “So, what’s this a map of?”

 “This is us. This is Globe One,” she said slowly, giving him a worried look. “Doesn’t it look familiar to you? Are you like a freaking alien or something?”

 Cameron quickly spoke up, trying to allay her fears, and explained in a soft voice that this map was almost the same as the ones that he was used to, just a bit different. 

 “So it’s called Globe One you say?”

  “Yup. Part of The Silky Way Galaxy, if that means anything to you?”

 After promising that he would explain in detail his version of things at a later date, he asked her where on the map they were, and Noelle pointed to a city that was marked with an A, near the Eastern Seaboard of what he would’ve called the U.S.  She drew an imaginary circle around the entire North and South Americas (as he thought of them) and started her explanation. 

 “This whole area is called C1, or Continent One. Our Area, which is here, is The United States Of Alexandria, or USA, named after a great warrior princess from the past.”

 Africa, Europe and Russia were apparently called C2, Asia was C3, while Australia and the Pacific Islands were The Island States. 

 Cameron was gobsmacked. “Oh wow. So I might even be on a different planet then?”

 Noelle shrugged, seemingly taking it in her stride. “Dunno Cam. Maybe, but I doubt it. I think you’re from a different reality than here, but not another planet. There would be a lot more differences if you were. Besides, your clearly human!”

 He snorted softly. “How can you even tell?”

 She gave him an evil grin. “I’ve seen your doodle, remember? It was definitely a human doodle, trust me. Rather impressive too I might add,” then she giggled at the blush that was racing up his cheeks. 

 “I think you’re right,” he mumbled, trying to ignore the blush. “But how? And how will I get home?”

 Noelle could only shrug. “I can’t answer those questions Cam. I think we’d need someone who understands quantum physics, string theory and stuff to explain, but let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves yet. It’s Friday night, and a long weekend. We have enough time to worry about that later. Personally, I’m glad your here, and I’m looking forward to showing you around.”

 Just then, the dryer pinged, saving them both from further embarrassment. He pulled a pair of baggy red basketball shorts out first, and set them separately aside. 

 “I’ll wear these,” he explained, “after I change.”

 “Do you want me to help you again?” Noelle asked directly, and again he was stuttering a reply. Deep down, she was as nervous as he was, although her calm demeanour hid the butterflies in her stomach. 

 “Umm, I, uh…”

  His indecision made her butterflies turn into eagles, and she was suddenly sure that she had indeed overstepped her boundaries, and she cringed internally. 

 “You don’t have to of course,” she added, a bit more hastily than she intended. “I guess I was thinking more about helping you use the dispensary machine and stuff. I totally understand if you don’t need my help?”

 It was Cameron’s turn to get butterflies. There wasn’t really much in the world that he wanted more than her help. It was even a priority over finding a way home again. Now he’d probably fucked it up and given her the wrong impression. Way to go, genius. 

 “Im sorry Noelle. I didn’t mean it to look like I’m not look interested! I’d love for you to help me, if you wanted to of course. It’s just, this, like whole thing you know, it’s just so foreign to me? Like something I’ve always wanted I guess, but I ….” He trailed off after realising what he’d just blurted out. 

 Noelle’s butterflies were suddenly back again at what her new friend had just inadvertently said. She told herself to calm down and think before she responded. After all, this wasn’t a good time to scare the boy off. 

 “I get it Cam. If it would make you feel better, maybe you could help me as well?”

 She smiled at the way his head snapped up at her suggestion. 

 “Really? Do you mean it? I’d really like that,” he stammered. 

 “Cool,” she replied, her heart hammering almost as hard as his was. “Grab your shorts and let’s go!”

 Once inside the changing station she directed his attention to the touch screen. 

 “It’s easy. Just swipe the chip in your band, then you can select whether or not you’re just making a deposit, or if you need a new diaper, or diapers. You can get up to six at a time, if you have enough credit of course. Most people get a bulk order weekly or monthly, but it’s up to you. 

“You need to realise though, that sometimes the diapers you want, might not be available. If the machine hasn’t been restocked, you’ll have to choose something else. That’s another reason that you sometimes see people with wet pants I suppose. Perhaps they simply couldn’t get a replacement diaper that fitted, so they went without 

 “It’s probably more common amongst our age group and younger I’d say. We probably spend our credits on other stuff at times and leave ourselves short when it comes down to needing a change. I think because our generation and our parents have grown up with wetting ourselves as a normal thing, we’re more likely to not sweat on something small like wet pants! Hey! We even have a name for it you know?”

 Cameron was immediately interested. “What? A name for wetting yourself?”

 She grinned. “Yup. We call it Tanking! Like if the tank has overflowed or something. It sounds better than saying wet my pants. You just say I Tanked instead!”

 While this conversation was going on, Cameron had been scrolling through the options that were available, deciding on what his next diaper would be. 

 “Oh! You gotta try these,” Noelle blurted out, pointing to a large, plain white nappy with thick tapes. “These are what I wear if I know I won’t be able to change for awhile.  They hold a shit-ton!”

 He didn’t need convincing, so he selected it, but a negative sounding buzzer erupted, and he looked at her quizzically. 

 “You haven’t activated your credit yet,” she explained. “Here, let’s deposit what you’re wearing, and your bonus points will activate! Come on, get your diaper shorts off!”

 Cameron went pale. As much as he wanted to, his dick was almost punching a hole in his nappy. He was so stiff, he could feel his manhood literally twitching, but Noelle was an unstoppable force that simply wouldn’t be denied. 

 “Come on!” She insisted. “I’ll show you how to bag it properly.”

 Feeling trapped, Cameron slipped his shoes off, then pulled his diaper shorts down, stepped out of them, and picked them up with his left hand, using his right hand to pull his t-shirt down, trying to hide his half erection. 

 “See these bag options?” Noelle asked, pointing at some icons on the screen. “These are for disposals. They’re made out of a similar material to the diapers, and help boost the processing power during the energy conversion process. They don’t cost any credits. These ones are for diapers, and these big ones are for sheets.”

 That caught his attention, as he remembered looking at the sheets on his bed earlier. 

 “Sheets? Like bed sheets? I saw my bed had some sort of disposable sheet on it. I thought it was to protect the mattress?”

 “Oh, it does!” Noelle chuckled, “But they do even more than that! The bed sheets are made out of the same material as the diapers, so they’re super absorbent. Plus they draw all the wetness and smell away. You can use the same sheet for at least a couple of nights before you change it.”

 Cameron was confused. “But why? Why use a special sheet when everyone wears diapers?”

 She shrugged. “Simples! Not everyone WANTS to wear a diaper to bed every night. Sometimes it’s too hot, or you might have a bit of a rash or something, or simply personal choice. You see, as we all wear diapers from birth now, it’s inevitable that the populations bladder control declined a bit over time. Because we don’t HAVE to hold on, a bit of incontinence is to be expected sometimes. We’re conditioned to expect that it will happen from time to time.”

 “So having a real accident happens a lot?” Cameron asked, his personal favourite fantasy becoming activated instantly. 

 “Depends on the individual of course, but yeah. Nearly everyone has accidents sometimes, it’s where we got the “Tanking” term from I guess. But bed wetting definitely became more common as time went on. A lot of people just never get fully bladder trained overnight. Once you get used to being diapered all day, and just going whenever you feel like it, your subconscious just doesn’t recognise the differences between being asleep and awake.”

 “Do you ever pee in your sleep?” Cameron asked. 

 “It happens,” she admitted with no embarrassment at all. My bladder control is usually pretty good. I’m able to hold on and choose when or where to let go. But I’m not immune to it. I do have accidents sometimes, and if I drink too much before bed, especially alcohol, I might wet in my sleep.”

 “So what you’re telling me, is I can go to bed without a diaper, wet in there, and there’s no problem?”

 Noelle giggled. “Yeah! That’s it. Wow. It must be soooo different where you come from! I can’t imagine it!”

 Cameron was nodding his head. “Believe me. I’m here, and I’m having a hard time imagining this!”

 Noelle had opened up the paper bag with the ziplock top, and he quickly dropped his diaper shorts into it, surprised at how heavy they were. He scanned his chip, a drawer with a chute opened, and she dropped it in. The machine whirred for a few seconds, then pinged, and the screen now showed his current credit status, which was a lot more than he’d been expecting. 

 “If you want my advice,” Noelle said, I’d get a couple of everyday diapers and one of the big ones.”

 This seemed like as good of an idea as any, so he complied. A few seconds later the three diapers appeared in another drawer, along with disposable gloves and wipes, which Noelle didn’t hesitate in putting on, then patted the vinyl top of the bed. “Come on Cam. Hop up and I’ll help you.”

 He looked sheepish as he swung his legs up, and tried to keep his shirt pulled down over his privates, but she softly batted his hands away as if he was a toddler. The reason for his modesty was painfully obvious. 

 His cock was sticking straight up, almost purple in colour, and was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, it’s circumcised tip glistening with a sticky, shiny substance that obviously wasn’t pee. 

 Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt a similar stickiness forming around her vagina lips, as her mind started racing. 

 “Oh my God. He really IS into this! It’s not just my own imagination! He loves it! This is going to be so much fun!” She told herself not to do anything rash, should she scare him off. 

 Her personal experience as a change room attendant came to the fore. She had learned long ago what could happen to a male client if she started handling his privates while he was in such an engorged state, and it would be messy and potentially embarrassing. It looked like the boy was going to explode at any moment, and she knew that in his fragile state of mind that if that happened, it could become a dealbreaker. After all, just because he obviously enjoyed getting diapered, he may not actually want her to make him cum. She certainly wanted to, but something like that really should be up to him to decide upon, and make the first move. She was feeling itchy with desire, but wouldn’t pressure her new friend into doing anything that he wasn’t comfortable with. She handed him the wipes. 

 “Here Cammy. You give yourself a wipe down while I get this ready.”

 Cameron was equally part’s relieved and disappointed. He’d desperately wanted her to hold him and clean him down there, as she had done before, but at the same time he knew that he would cum in her hands as soon as she touched him. 

 It was bad enough to be laying there with his big purple periscope sticking straight up, but she’d seen it before, and appeared to be currently ignoring it. 

 Perhaps he was reading the signs wrong? He’d been fairly sure that she wanted to “play” as well, but perhaps she didn’t? At the end of the day, he was a scared, nineteen year old boy, in a strange place, with one friend. An older woman who was about to diaper him. He really shouldn’t try to make any sort of move on her. 

 What if she wasn’t interested? What if her actions were simply those of an experienced changing room attendant? What if she considered his advances to be an assault? What if she stormed off, or kicked him out? 

 No. As much as he wanted to, it was really a better option to let her make the first move. 

 He quickly wiped himself down, carefully trying to not touch himself too solidly should he become overwhelmed with his desire. It took some doing, but he eventually dropped his hands away and let her tape him into a regular diaper, before adding his other ones into his bag. 

 “Ah, what about you,” he shyly asked. “Do you, um, still want me to help you?

 His embarrassed look was so cute! But she knew that if he touched her then that he’d probably embarrass himself further, and she might have problems controlling her own desires. 

 “Not yet,” she said. “Maybe when we get home? I can use this one again first. Get full value out of it, ya know?”

 She had no problem seeing the combination of disappointment mingled with relief etched across his face, and knew that it was the right call to make. They gathered his belongings and started walking home. 

 Suddenly, Cameron stopped, and started staring at the sky. He pointed up, and said “Look,” in a whispered voice. 

 She did as instructed, but couldn’t understand what she was supposed to be looking at. 

 “The moon,” he explained. “It’s the same as my moon back home!”

 He saw her confused expression. 

 “Don’t you get it? It means I’m not an alien! This is the same planet that I’m from. It’s just a different “here!”  That’s gotta be a good thing, right?”

 Noelle smiled at him, then reached out and took his hand. He returned the smile, and they walked off together into the night, hand in hand. 

 

 

 

 

 

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***Chapter 6: All the girlies say I’m pretty fly for a diapered guy***
 

By the time they made it back to the small apartment Cameron had calmed down considerably. In fact, the reality of being trapped in an alternate reality, even one that seemed to be straight out of his fantasies, was starting to consume him a bit. He found his diaper to have significantly more room than it did at the laundromat as his downstairs brain cooled off. Noelle had mentioned sometime during the day that these diapers could be untaped and re-taped easily. At the time he’d been waiting anxiously to play a little 5-on-1, but now he was just glad he could adjust the fit. Of course pleasure was still in his mind, but so were a lot of other things.

“Hey, why don’t you put your clothes away, then you can help me change before I get some comfies on and we can watch a movie or something. Or if you’re tired you can just head to bed, I know it’s been a long day,” shesympathized, dropping his hand and letting him sneak off to the bedroom. He didn’t waste any time in getting things put away and getting back out there to find his host, who was looking through some of her school things. Without words, she directed him to her bedroom. He didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn't what he saw. 

The room was soft and clean, most fabrics and decorative pieces in various shades of peaches and cream. Soft fairy lights gave a delicate glow, and a few cork boards with to-do lists and reminders adorned the walls, but overall it was far more understated than he had expected. Being that she was a photographer, and dressed so boldly, he had assumed her room would be plastered in pictures and inspiration pieces.

By the time he had had a good look around, Noelle had gotten her belt and skinny jeans off and was opening a drawer to pull out a diapering kit. She handed it to Cameron, who started putting on the gloves while she folded back the blankets to lay directly on the protective sheet.

“I’m gonna fill this one, then we can start. Here, feel right here,” she directed, grabbing one of his cupped hands and placing it on her diaper. “There’s a seam right in the middle. Once you can feel that seam you know the diaper won’t hold much more,” she explained before letting her head and shoulders drop and slowly exhaling. He felt the stream jet against the padding and suddenly didn’t have extra space in his diaper anymore. Noelle closed her eyes and hummed in contentment as she took what looked like a very satisfying pee. Cameron fought the urge to massage the front of the diaper while it expanded in his hand and grew hot. He could start to feel the seam she was talking about.

“I can feel the seam,” he warned.

“I’m not done yet. If it leaks, so be it,” Noelle replied, but shortly after gave a tiny sigh of relief as her stream tapered off.

“Why do you wait until you have to go so bad? Cameron asked, in awe of how big the girl’s bladder is. He forgot himself for a moment and slid his hand up to the top of the padding and back down before taking his hand away.

“Because holding it doesn’t bother me, and it feels so fucking good to finally go, y’know?” She stated, knowing for certain now that he enjoyed such things.

“Yeah, when I finally let go this morning I thought I was going to die it felt so good,” he chuckled. She certainly got a view of how good that wee made him feel, so he didn’t feel bad saying so. 

“You were gonna do more than die,” she teased, patting his front unexpectedly. Just as she suspected, he was hard again. She’d decided halfway home to rip off the bandaid. If it went wrong they could deal with it, but by her calculations the changes of that were slim. Cameron froze up a little, looking a bit trapped, so Noelle plowed on.

“It’s okay if it feels good, Cammy. A lot of people here like it too. I know it’s supposed to be a big secret where you come from, but you don’t have to hide here. Tell me the truth; do you get turned on by peeing in your diapers, or by holding your piss until you explode? You can tell me,” she coaxed from where she laid seemingly helpless on the bed.

“I didn’t want you to think I was gross. I- I didn’t let you change me to get off, I really needed help,” he stammered, truth mixing with an apology.

“And I didn’t offer to help you to be gross. Yes, you were turning me on, but I helped you because you needed it, not for my own gratification,” she admitted. 

“You like it too?” He muttered dumbly.

“I like it too. And if you wanted, I think it would be fun to help you explore this place while you’re here. I’m sure you have a few things you’d like to try. If you don’t want me involved you can say so. Don’t feel pressured, I won’t hold your choice against you. But all I’m saying is that I’m offering if you want someone to experiment with,” Noelle offered, watching nervously while he chewed it over.

“This all seems so unreal. Can we start with getting you changed, and then start experimenting when I wake up in the morning if this is all still real and not some sort of coma dream.

“Of course we can wait until tomorrow. If you want I can change myself, if you need some space.”

“No, I’d like to change you, if you’ll let me,” he decided, already fantasizing about palming the sodden diaper until she writhed and begged for more. But this wasn’t the time. So instead he carefully followed directions to get her cleaned up (while maybe doing a very thorough job wiping her pouty slit, giving a slow swipe to her engorged clit and sliding down to give a few well-meaning brushes to her leaking hole when she arched into his hand.) and got her into a fresh diaper. She sat up looking hot and bothered by this point, and he was in a similar state, now fantasizing about his gloved finger toying with her lady bits while she squirmed and dribbled and begged him to put a fresh diaper on before she Tanked.

“Thanks for the help,” she finally breathed, bottom wiggling a few times in a telling way.

“Anytime. I’m gonna turn in, it’s been a long day,” he decided, desperately needing to touch himself at this point before he did something indecent in front of his new friend,”

“Me too,” she agreed quickly. He left the room and closed himself into his own after a mutually hasty ‘goodnight’. Faster than he’s managed in his teen life he was laying in bed with nothing but a diaper and a boner that could cut diamonds. It only took him a minute or two of vigorous palming to bring himself to the shuddering orgasm he’s waited seemingly all day to have. He continued to rub himself through the front of the diaper as his post-orgasmic need to piss made itself known. He paused his self-pleasure to tighten the fit of his now-baggy diaper, then flipped to his belly and humped against the mattress. Before he got too far along he released his bladder, pissing his diaper while he ground enthusiastically into the hot padding lubricated by his own spunk. His second orgasm was smaller, but no less satisfying. Finally he relaxed into the pillow and found himself drifting to sleep, ending a very very long day.

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Chapter 7

 My Cousin Cammy. 

 

 A bright shaft of sunlight found its way through a gap in the curtains, landing directly onto Cameron’s face. He grunted in his sleep and rolled over, but the damage was already done. He was awake. With his eyes still closed he reached a grasping hand out to his bedside drawers, looking for his phone which was always left on charge overnight, and when he couldn’t find it, he suddenly snapped fully awake, and the memories of the previous day came back with a rush. His eyes sprung open, and he looked around quickly, seeing the unfamiliar room and instantly realising that this wasn’t a dream. It was real. 

 His hand reached underneath the covers, falling onto his crotch, and he could feel his morning wood pressing itself through the padding that he wore. It felt completely dry, making him wonder whether or not he may have mentally exaggerated the big pee he remembered having before falling asleep last night. No, he was pretty sure that he’d wet himself completely, but the almost magical absorption rate of these diapers had left him feeling nearly completely dry by now. 

 He knew that it wouldn’t stay that way for long though, as his bladder was full, and with his new found freedom to wet himself whenever or wherever he liked, he would be using it shortly. 

 Cameron stilled his breathing and listened carefully, but could hear no signs of life coming from elsewhere inside the apartment, so Noelle was probably still asleep. He didn’t have a clock, but could tell by the morning sun that it was still early, which was unusual for him. As was the case with most people his own age, he usually stayed up late and slept in on weekends, but had gone to bed very early by his standards last night. Going back to sleep wasn’t an option. Not with a new day full of diapered experiences ahead of him. He felt like a kid waking up super excited on Christmas morning. 

 He thought he’d start the day off with one of his favourite things, a good old fashioned diapered bed wetting, and what better way to test these super diapers out, than doing something naughty, wetting while laying down on his tummy. Back in his reality, that was a recipe for disaster, guaranteed to create a leak and a subsequent mess, but these nappies were incredible, and he had the added bonus of the waterproof pee-sheets on the bed anyway, along with Noelles permission and assurance that it really didn’t matter. 

 He had gone to bed wearing nothing but his diaper, and he rolled onto his front, grinding and humping his padded groin firmly into the sheets until he got comfortable, but then had to wait because his dick had gone rock hard again. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, relaxed, and tried to clear his mind. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually his boyhood returned to at least a semi flaccid state, and he let go. 

 Oh wow. His urine flowed easily out of him, and spread across the front of the nappy, instantly warming and swelling it, but also trapping it there with nowhere to run off to. He was a few seconds into it when he realised that although these diapers were fantastic, they weren’t magical, and a leak was imminent. It was way too late to stop it though, and as he started to feel warm wetness creeping up onto the bare skin of his belly, he lifted his groin up, putting a hand on the front of his diaper and felt a series of drips and trickles running out, soaking the outside of the nappy and pattering gently onto the sheet below. Once he’d finished, he got up on his knees to assess the damage. His stomach and thighs were wet, and there was a dark wet patch the size of a large dinner plate on the light blue sheet. 

 But, even as he watched, the moisture was drawn into it, shrinking by the second, and within half a minute there was a barely visible stain that was only slightly damp to touch. Incredible. 

 Cameron lay back down, but only long enough to undo the tapes and take the diaper off. The back of it was almost dry, so he used that to wipe himself down with, before bagging it and putting it away for later disposal. He then slipped his shorts on, grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom, noticing that Noelle’s door was still shut. 

 The bathroom was small, and featured a tub with a shower, plus a toilet. He realised that although he’d spent some time looking for a toilet over here, this was the first time he’d really seen one. During his time alone in here yesterday he’d glanced at it, but paid no attention, being more focused on his diaper at the time. He wasn’t sure exactly what to expect, but it looked exactly the same as the toilets that he was used to, with no apparent special features or attachments. 

 His insides rumbled at the sight of it, reminding him that he hadn’t moved his bowels in almost twenty four hours, so he took a seat and some much needed relief at the same time. 

 The only thing he didn’t recognise was an item attached to the wall. There was a roll of normal looking toilet paper, and beside it was a dispenser that held a stack of what looked like cardboard ice cream cones. As he emptied his bowels, he took one out and examined it. 

 It was conical, tapering to a sealed point at the bottom, made of a cardboard like substance, but lined with the same sort of padding that was inside the diapers. It was about six inches long, with a two inch diameter opening on the top. He couldn’t figure out what they were for, so he put it back, finished his business, flushed, then quickly stepped into the shower, wanting to be as quick as possible in case his host needed the bathroom when she woke up. Five minutes later, wearing nothing more than his new red shorts and a towel around his shoulders, he padded back into the living room and open plan adjoining kitchen, to discover Noelle was up, and waiting for the kettle to boil, her back to him. 

 His eyes were automatically drawn to what she was wearing. A t-shirt that didn’t cover her bottom, or the heavy looking, swollen yellowed diaper that was hanging down from underneath. His breath caught in his throat, and he cleared it loudly to announce his presence. 

 Noelle turned around, but made no attempt at covering up her well used diaper. Her hair was unkempt, but her face lit up with a big smile when she saw him. 

 “Morning Cammy! You found the shower alright? Wanna coffee?”

 He assured her a positive response to both, but his eyes kept being dragged back to the low hanging diaper drooping down from under her shirt. She turned back to the bench and bent over to get another mug out of the cupboard, and her swollen yellowed padding was on full display. He saw her put her hand on her bottom and gently rub it, and the toes on her bare feet scrunched up. The response from inside his shorts was immediate, especially without a diaper or even underpants to contain it, and he hurriedly sat down at the table before she noticed. 

 Noelle was smiling to herself with her back to him. She’d deliberately exposed herself to him to see what his reaction would be, and judging by the way he’d suddenly sat down, she was sure of it. But it would be fun to tease him for a little bit longer. 

 She did an exaggerated waddling duck walk to the table, carefully placing the two steaming mugs down, then looked down innocently at him while pulling her t-shirt up high, fully exposing her puffy undergarment. 

 “Check this out Cammy. I tanked last night!”

 He paused his reach for the mug. 

 “What? You wet in your sleep?”

 She giggled girlishly at that. “Yep! Sure did! It doesn’t happen very often, but it did last night!” She winked at him, “I blame you, ya know.”

 He could tell she was being lighthearted, but he was very interested. He’d never had a real girl tell him that she’d wet the bed. 

 “Very funny. What happened?”

 She shrugged, not at all embarrassed by the question. 

 “I had a pee dream. You were in it. I don’t remember it exactly, but I was showing you how to use a diaper. I guess I let go during the dream! I was soaked when I woke up. I mean I always pee in bed anyway. Everyone does, but I usually wake up first. I didn’t wake up at all last night.”

 She gave the heavy crotch a squeeze. “Look at this! I probably went in my sleep twice, but I don’t remember the second time at all.”

 There was an audible squishing sound when she sat down. 

 “Are you serious?” Cameron asked. “About everyone peeing in their bed? Is it really that common?”

 “Maybe not EVERYONE,” she replied. “But probably most who participate in the program do at least. Might as well use your diaper and build up the points, plus it saves getting outta bed to go to the toilet.”

 Before he knew that he was saying it, Cameron blurted out “I did that myself last night too. I leaked a bit on your sheet though.”

 She smiled at his embarrassment, and assured him that it was okay, and when they went in to check shortly after, he saw there was a slight discoloured round stain, but the sheet was completely dry and odour free. She promised him that he could safely use that sheet for a few days yet, if he was happy to of course, and of course he was very happy. 

 Cameron suddenly remembered the cone shaped things in the toilet, and asked about them. 

 Noelle giggled again. “I forgot about them. They’re called ‘Wee-catchers.’ For when you gotta poop, you know?”

 She could tell by his confused expression that he didn’t get it, so she went in to explain. “You know how when you poop, you usually pee a bit? Well the Wee-catcher is there to help catch that bit. You hold it over your dick or pee hole, and save the bit that always comes out. Not everyone uses them of course, but if you add a couple into a diaper disposal bag, it adds to your credits. The inside is the same active padding that’s in the diapers!”

 Cameron could only shake his head in wonder at how much of this new world was revolving around using diapers. 

 Noelle wanted to get him signed in for college, and the administration office was open Saturday mornings, and she dismissed his concerns about not having any money or identification, telling him to leave it up to her, as she already had a plan in mind. So after a quick breakfast, and a shower for her, they left the apartment for the short walk to the college, both of them safely diapered up under their loose fitting shorts. Noelles waistband kept sticking out, but she obviously didn’t care, and Cameron soon learned that having your diaper sticking out a bit was a bit of a fashion statement amongst the college girls, and one that he wholeheartedly endorsed. But as nice a distraction as it was, he was worried about how he was going to register for school. Surely his presence in this world would be raising alarm bells when it was discovered that he actually didn’t exist here at all, but Noelle remained confident. 

 At the Administration’s desk, they were met by a young girl of Noelles age, who obviously was a friend of hers. 

 “Cameron, this is Didi, Didi, Cameron,” she said by way of introduction, and the two strangers shook hands. 

 “Didi is in my Photography class,” she explained. She works here part time as an admin assistant. 

 “Deeds, I need a huge favour,” Noelle asked beseechingly. “This is my cousin Cameron. He’s just arrived from C2, but the stupid airline lost all his luggage, including his identification and papers. Is there any way that you can get him signed up without all of that? He’s going to get his folks to send copies next week, but he needs to be registered for Monday. I was hoping you could help us bypass all the usual bullshit?”

 “Has he got any ID at all?” Didi asked. 

 “Only his powerband,” Noelle replied hopefully. 

 “That’ll be fine then,” Didi explained with a grin. “Just so long as I have something Government registered to start with. Everything else can be manually overridden.”

 Cameron’s jaw dropped, and Noelle winked at him. Apparently needing multiple points of identification wasn’t such a big deal here. He was flabbergasted. 

 Didi seemed as nice as a person as what Noelle was, although her looks were more on the plainer side. Reasonably short, a touch on the plump side, with thick glasses, a plaid skirt and black knee socks, but a very infectious laugh, she reminded him a bit of Velma from Scooby Doo. Although he couldn’t remember ever seeing Velma with a diaper sticking out the back of her skirt. 

 Didi let them in behind the counter, and half an hour later he was a registered student. 

 “Now look guys, I’m happy to buy into this whole cousins thing, and I won’t pry. I’m guessing that I probably don’t want to know anyway. But whatever this is about, don’t fuck it up for me, alright? I can get into trouble for this!”

 Noelle and Cameron quickly assured her that he wasn’t in fact a criminal, nor wanted by any authorities, but was honestly just stranded without identification. They promised to explain in detail after he was settled in and everything had levelled out. 

 Noelle clapped her hands together, an effective method of changing the subject. 

 “Now. Deeds. Are you still looking for a part time admin assistant here?” She punched Cameron lightly on the shoulder. “Because my Cuz here is an absolute wizard with a computer!”

 Didi looked at them both. “For real? He’s good with them?”

 Noelle managed to keep a straight face with her reply. “You’ve got absolutely no idea how far computers have taken him!”

 Didi swapped seats with Cameron, and he settled in behind the monitor, relieved to see that it was almost identical to what he was used to, right down to the QWERTY keyboard. The operating system was different, but similar, and after a few minutes he was skimming through it with ease. 

 “Wow. Impressive,” Didi remarked. Yeah, if you’re interested ‘Cousin Cameron,’ (complete with air quotes for emphasis,) we do need someone to do data input part time. Now that you’re a registered student, you can apply. It doesn’t pay cash money as such, but it’s very generous with powerband credits.”

 After exchanging some details, (including explaining how Cameron’s cell phone somehow mysteriously got lost as well) the pair said their goodbyes and left, getting only as far as the lobby before Cameron was grabbed by the arm, and dragged towards a vending machine. 

 “Quick. Lemon or orange?” Noelle asked with a mischievous grin. 

 “Ummm, orange.” Cam answered, not knowing what she was up to. 

 Noelle scanned her band, punched some buttons, and two cans of what looked like soda pop were dispensed. She handed him the orange one. 

 “Thanks. What’s this?”

 She grinned even broader. “Pipi juice! It’s like an all natural sparkling water, but with herbal extracts added. Don’t panic. It’s got no chemicals in it. But it IS special!”

 Sensing something was up, the young man closely examined the can. “Special how?” He asked. 

 The glint in her eyes was mischievous. 

 “Simples! It really makes you pee. A lot,” she said. 

 

 

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