Buddys Quarantine -- (Author) Butters

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Author: Butters
Timestamp: Mar 22, 2021 at 3:09 AM
Content: Hi Everyone!

I'm a long time lurker and enjoy a lot of the stories here. This is my first time writing something. Feedback is always welcome. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it!

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Prologue:

Hi! My name is Buddy and a few months ago the whole world began to change. I don’t follow the news much, it’s boring and a little too adult for me. However, this was big. All the way on the other side of the world, in China, people started getting sick. At first everyone said that it wouldn’t come over here, that we were safe in Canada. I work and live in a small ski village in the Rocky Mountains. All day long we work and play in the snow. Sure, many young people came here to party, but it’s also a great place for kids, or for kids at heart. It’s my first winter here. I grew up on a farm in rural Manitoba, there wasn’t much to do out there. I finished high school a year early and decided to take a gap year before university. After working all summer to save money I headed for the Rocky Mountains in the fall and that’s how I ended up at White Mountain.

You see, I have a big secret. Ever since I can remember I’ve wanted to act and be treated smaller than what I really am. Growing up I’d see little kids and secretly get jealous. I know it’s weird but I wanted to wear diapers and be treated just like the little boy I was inside. For the longest time I had to hide this part of me and I felt ashamed. But, a few months ago I met Daddy. We talked on-line, even though he was a fair bit older than me we really connected and almost instantly I felt comfortable telling him stuff I had never told anyone before. Then we started exchanging pictures and making plans to meet each other once the ski season was over. Now we talk everyday and I can’t wait till I can visit. Daddy lives relatively nearby in a sleepy little town. He describes it as a quiet place where people raise families and mostly keep to themselves. Daddy said that he had moved out there from the city about ten years ago for a fresh start. I never asked, but I got the feeling that he lived alone. He said that he worked from home on various consulting projects, though we didn’t talk about work too much.

We talked mostly about me I guess. Daddy was always asking me lots of questions about my work, friends and what it was liking living in the ski resort. I ended up telling him my whole life story, which admittedly isn’t terribly long. This is my first year living alone and it’s been quite hectic. I just turned 18 too so it’s my first year as an adult, even though it doesn’t feel like it. Being at the ski resort is sort of like being in summer camp. There’s always food in the cafeteria, I have a small room with a single bed and spend all my time either working or riding the mountain.

Chapter 1:

My phone buzzes with a new email. As soon as I read the first line my heart sinks. They’re closing the ski hill and all of us seasonal workers are being laid off. I have until the end of the week to vacate the employee housing. I don’t know what to do, I look over at my co-workers, some are laughing and some are crying. A giddy rush of uncertainty is sweeping though the entire village. I knew that I didn’t want to go back home, that felt like admitting defeat, but I also couldn’t afford the rent on any of the places around here, especially now that I’m out of work. I sent Daddy a text letting him know what was happening and telling him that I’ll probably have to go back home now. The rest of the day passed in a morose fog and that evening all the young people at the resort gathered for a big party.

The music was blaring so loud that no one could talk. I danced around with some friends for a while, but soon it was too much and I went to find a quieter spot. I’m not a big partier or drinker so I felt out of place. Parties always reinforced the fact that I didn’t fit in. I was drinking my second beer when I pulled my phone out and there was a text from Daddy.

“Hey Buddy, sorry to hear your news. I meant to respond sooner, but I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I’ve decided that if you want, you are welcome to live with me till the virus ends. I know that I might be asking too much and if you do want to go back home I would support that as well. Please tell me your thoughts either way. Love Daddy”

My heart leapt. I left the party and hurried to my room. This was almost too good to be true. I threw myself down onto my bed and replied to the text.

“Daddy, thank you so much for the offer and of course I would love to live with you!”

I then send my parents a long message telling them about the ski hill closing and at the end I let them now that I would be living with some friends in town till this all blew over. Exhausted and excited I went to sleep.

The next day I woke up to a message from Daddy saying see you Friday. That was two whole days from now. I laid in bed for a long time trying to picture what his house would be like and what it would be like living there. I remembered out conversations about age play and being little, I thought I’d sure be lucky if I got to try some of that stuff out while I was there. Of course I felt a bit worried and nervous, after all we had never met in person. It was risky, but these were extraordinary times.

I finished up work, packed my room, said goodbyes and before I knew it Friday had come. My small pile of possessions was packed into the old family van my parents gave to me when I graduated. I put Daddy’s address into my phone and just like that I was on my way.

It was a two hour drive, but it felt much shorter. I guess it was all the nervous energy. I pulled off the highway when I saw the sign for Westdale, the small town where Daddy lived. It was one of those places you’d never be able to find on a map unless you lived there. There was a quaint main street and neat rows of houses along either side. I drove down to the far end of town where the GPS said Daddy lived.

His house looked old but well built. It was two stories with a large fenced in backyard and tall trees surrounded the home. I parked out in front and took a deep breath. It was now or never. Stealing my nerves I got out of the car and walked up to ring the doorbell.

It was a long wait. I fidgeted around and then rang again. A loud voice boomed out, “Coming” and I heard steps from inside. The door opened revealing a tall middle aged man. I was used to seeing Daddy’s face from photos and video chatting, but I wasn’t prepared for how he towered over me in real life. I looked up at him unsure of what to say.

“You must be Buddy, welcome” he said gently and then wrapped me up and a big hug. Instantly, I felt all the tension of the last few days leave my body. I thought it was weird to say Daddy out loud so I just said hi in a shy voice. He let me go and tousled my hair.

“Well let’s get you inside and settled. You must be tired” He put his hand on my shoulder and directed me into the house. The main floor was designed to be open with a big kitchen, living room and family room. I could see and office off to one side. Everything was immaculate and fit together in an understated way. Daddy lead me upstairs where their were two bedrooms beside each other, a small bathroom and then down the hall was the master bedroom.

He pointed to the first bedroom off of the stairs, “I think we’ll start you off in the guest bedroom”. Which I thought was an unusual turn of phrase and maybe he assumed that after a while we’d be sleeping together. Daddy walked into the room and I followed carrying my bag. There was a big window with a desk in front of it, some bookshelves and a double bed in the corner. It looked pretty nondescript. I dropped my stuff off on the bed and then he showed me the bathroom and I stuck my head into the master bedroom. It was a massive room with sturdy oak furniture, a fireplace and a king sized bed in the middle.

Daddy handed me a towel and directed me back to the bathroom. “Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll get dinner ready”. I took a long hot shower and then darted back across the up stairs landing to the guest room. The second bedroom caught my eye. I noticed that the door knob was different. Unlike all the other doors it looked like it had a lock on it. Daddy called my name from the kitchen and I shouted “Coming” and ran down the stairs to eat.

I was starving and the food was delicious, much better than the cafeteria food I had gotten used to at the ski hill. Daddy laughed when I told him how good everything was and just said he was glad I enjoyed it. After dinner I helped clean up and then we sat around the table talking about how crazy this virus was. I began to feel much more relaxed.

Daddy turned the TV onto the news and they were announcing that schools were to be closed effective immediately. People were advised to avoid travel and if possible stay home this weekend. The government is working on a response to the virus and more information will be released on Monday. We watched for a few more minutes as the presenters talked about rising cases and the fear that the hospitals could be over capacity. I started yawning and Daddy flicked the TV off.

“Today’s been a long day, why don’t you go and get your pajamas on and then we can watch a movie together before bed”

I looked at him “I don’t really have pajamas” I said. Which was true, these days I just slept in a
T - shirt and underwear.

“Ah I see, why don’t you wait down here and I’ll see if I can find something for you” said Daddy as he went up the stairs. I could see him go into the second bedroom and a minute later he was back carry something into my room.

“Okay Buddy come up here, these should fit you”,

Laid out on the bed in the guest bedroom was a two piece set of Bugs Bunny pajamas. They were light blue with orange carrots all over and in the middle of the shirt was a picture of Bugs saying ‘What’s up Doc. I picked up the long sleeve shirt uncertainly, it was surprising to see pajamas so obviously designed for a little kid in an adult size. Not that I was a terribly large adult. I still looked very much like a teenager and my lack of facial hair didn’t help.

Then I noticed something else underneath the pajama pants. “Is that a Goodnite?” I asked Daddy in a small voice.

“It sure is, remember you told me that you used to wear them for your bed wetting” Daddy replied loudly

“Yeah when I was ten!” I said embarrassed.

“Well this is a new environment for you” Daddy said, “and remember all those things we talked about, about you sometimes feeling smaller and wanted to be protected”

I just nodded

“So I think this might just be a great opportunity to try those things and explore new feelings” Daddy finished.

“I guess, I can try”

“Good boy, I’ll let you get changed. Come down when you’re ready” Daddy said and then left the room.

I stripped off my clothes and pulled the top on first. It was soft and fit well. Maybe this won’t be so bad I thought. Then I picked up the Goodnite. It was a little thinner then I remembered, but the sides were just as stretchy. I put my legs through the holes and quickly pulled it up. It felt like a snug pair of padded underwear. Once I had the pajama pants on it no one could tell I was wearing it. A warm feeling spread through my chest when I saw my reflection in the mirror. The eighteen year old vanished. If someone saw me from a distance they wouldn’t have thought I was more than ten.

I came downstairs feeling a bit self conscious. Daddy’s eyes lit up when he saw me. “My my do you ever look cute” he said.

I blushed. We sat beside each other on the couch. He had a bunch of old DVDs and asked me to pick a movie. Curiously, they were almost all kid’s movies, stuff like Pixar and Disney. I settled for Shrek, I had watched it a ton as a kid and was pleased to find it just as funny. At the start it struck me as a little absurd laughing at this childish movie, but Daddy laughed along with me and soon it felt natural.

I was almost asleep by the end. Daddy helped me up and made sure I brushed my teeth and went to the bathroom. Then he tucked me into bed and kissed my forehead before turning the lights off. I was too tired and relaxed to think it strange. I curled up under the blankets and found a big stuffed bear waiting for me there. His golden fur was so soft, I couldn’t help from hugging him close and soon fell asleep.

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Author: Butters
Timestamp: Mar 22, 2021 at 3:11 AM
Content: Chapter 2:

“Good Morning Buddy” Daddy sang out from the foot of my bed. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. “I see you found the bear I left for you, what do you want to call him?”

I looked down and was surprised to see my arm still wrapped around the plush bear. “Ah I don’t know, uh Buster I guess” I said remembering my childhood dog’s name.

“Buster is a great name” Daddy said, “Now, are you dry?”

I looked up at Daddy not really understanding the question

“Did you have a night time accident?” Daddy asked.

“Umm no, but I do really have to go” I said as I jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. It wasn’t until I was peeing in the toilet that I realized I was still wearing the Goodnite. I came back into the bedroom. Although very comfortable, I was starting to feel a little weird about my pajamas.

“Why don’t we go down for some breakfast and then you can get ready for the day” Daddy suggested. So instead of changing back to my street clothes I followed him downstairs for eggs and toast. An hour later I was in the shower and my unused pull up was in the trash.

The rest of the weekend passed slowly. Daddy took the stay at home advisory very seriously. We took one short walk around town and it seemed like most people were staying home too. Each night he brought out a different pair of two piece pajamas for me. One day Toy Story, the next cute little foxes playing in the snow. I wondered where he got them from. Of course there was a fresh Goodnite paired with them each night.

I woke up Monday morning by myself. The house was silent. I laid in bed cuddling Buster, it sounds stupid but squeezing his soft fur felt really good. After a while I realized I really had to go. I started to get out of bed and then hesitated, if Daddy was going to make me wear these Goodnites to bed why not see what it’s like to use them.

I pushed but nothing came out. Then I moved onto all fours. Soon a trickle started and I couldn’t stop. My whole bladder emptied and I felt the Goodnite grow heavy and sag. These were clearly only meant to be used once. I pressed my hand against it, it was squishy and felt really good. Slowly, I began to rub back and forth, just then the door opened. I jerked my hand out of my pajamas.

“Good Morning Buddy, I see that you’re already up” Daddy beamed at me.

“Good Morning” I said hastily. I looked and sounded like I had been caught doing something naughty.

Daddy frowned, “Something wrong”

“Uh I…, I had an accident” I blushed.

Daddy pulled my pajama bottoms down. “Wow you are soaked” He gave the bed a pat to check if it was still dry. “Off to the shower with you mister” Daddy ordered.

I got cleaned up and we had breakfast. Daddy had some work to do now that it was Monday, business had slowed down significantly due to the virus so he said he only worked half days. I tried to keep busy until lunch.

At noon there was an important government press conference. A lady announced that all non essential businesses would be closed effective immediately, the national borders would close and a thirty day stay at home order was being issued. People were advised to socially distance and only interact with members of the same household. It was expected that these measures would be extended for at least ninety days. I stared at the TV shocked. I had expected to stay here for two weeks at the most and then I thought that somehow it would go back to normal. I guess I hadn’t understood how serious things were.

Daddy turned off the TV and smiled at me. “Buddy, I know this is a scary time, but I want you to know that you are welcome to stay with me for as long as you want”. It’s been so nice having a little guy again…” Daddy’s voice trailed off. “What I mean to say is that I enjoy your company”

“Uh thanks me too, I enjoy staying here” I said awkwardly.

Daddy clapped his hands, “Then it’s settled, you’ll stay here and we’ll get through this together”.

Chapter 3:

That night I avoided going to the bathroom before bed. I vividly remembered how good the wet pull up had felt from this morning. As soon as Daddy turned the lights out I planned to have another accident. I was back in the blue Bugs Bunny Pj's. I had gotten used to them now and they just felt so cozy. Daddy kissed me on the forehead just like every night and whispered “Sweet Dreams”.

I began to push on my bladder muscles trying to coax them into releasing. It took five minutes to get a warm trickle that turned into a stream. My Goodnite was wet, but not soaked like this morning. I started rubbing my hand back and forth. It didn’t take long before a warm jet of sticky fluid spurted out into my already wet goodnite. I fell asleep almost instantly.

The sunlight flooded through the room in the morning. I saw Daddy standing over me. “Good Morning Champ! I thought you were going to sleep forever. How’s Buster doing?” He asked seeing the bear clutched against my arm.

“Uh good” I said, still half asleep.

“Fantastic, now any accidents to report?” Daddy asked in a fake serious voice.

“Um I guess maybe a little”

“Hmm let me check” Daddy said and he stuck a hand through the waist of my pajama bottoms. It felt weird being touched like that.

“Yep, you are wet, that’s two nights in a row Buddy. You know I don’t have a problem with it, I know some young boys can’t help it. However if it happens again tonight we might have to take some additional precautions”

I just said okay not really understanding what he meant. Then we had breakfast and Daddy worked until lunch while I read and surfed the Internet. After lunch we baked homemade bread together. It was the first time for me and I got my fingers all sticky kneading the dough. When our bread finished baking it had a funny shape but tasted delicious. We both ate too much of it right when it came out of the oven.

That night we watched another movie before bed. Without realizing it I was soon snuggling up to Daddy on the coach in my pajamas. I noticed that he had brought Buster down too, but I didn’t say anything when he put the bear in my lap. I just clutched Buster and the three of us watched Ratatouille together.

Soon I was lying in bed. I thought about Daddy’s warning from the morning and decided I was better off keeping my Goodnite dry tonight. I could wet it and have fun another day, after my streak had reset. I tossed and turned and try as I might I couldn’t fall asleep. I hugged Buster and thought to myself, maybe I’ll just go a tiny bit, just so I can relax and sleep. Daddy won’t notice. So I let out a little trickle and my hand found the front of my goodnite. Within minutes I was sound asleep.

Right when I woke up I knew something was wrong. The bed felt cold and clammy. My stomach dropped, I had actually wet the bed. I tore off my blanket and sure enough there was a large dark spot where I was laying and my pajama bottoms were soaked. There was no way I could hide this. I could hear footsteps in the hall and Daddy came through the door.

“I’m sorry” I sobbed, “I had another accident”. My tears came as a surprise even to myself.

Daddy instantly hugged me, “There, there little guy” he said wiping way my tears. “I’m not mad, it’s okay we can get this cleaned up in no time.”

I calm down a little, “But this is the third time in row”

“Shh don’t worry about that right now. Just go take shower and Daddy will deal with these sheets”

I shuddered a little bit. “Thanks Daddy” I said and we both froze for a second. It was the first time I had actually called him Daddy. It had just slipped out. He touched my hair and then started stripping the bed. I went to the bathroom and dropped my wet pajamas off in the hamper. The Goodnite was so soaked the sides had begun to tear. I tore it off and threw it into the trash.

I was quiet for the rest of the day. I watched cartoons on TV, there wasn’t much else on during the day. Then we made lunch together and after took a walk through the woods on the outskirts of town. The snow had just melted and everything was muddy. It felt good to get outside.

We had gotten into a rhythm for dinners. I helped cut all the vegetables and set the table. Daddy did the rest of the cooking and we cleaned up together. After we watched a bit of the news but it was depressing and all they talked about was the virus. At around eight I went up to my room to put on pajamas. Daddy had been picking them out and laying them on my bed sometime after dinner every evening. I still wasn’t sure where he’d been getting them, but I suspected they came from the second bedroom. This room was still a mystery to me. One day I tried the door when Daddy was down in his office, but it was locked.

This time my bed was empty. Just Buster sat atop the blankets. Before I had time to wonder what was happening Daddy walked into the room. He had a basket in his arms with the pajamas on top.

He patted the bed and I sat down beside him. “Well Buddy I know that you’ve been having some problems staying dry and…” I started to protest, but he brought a finger to his lips, “Shh you can’t argue, your pull up was practically falling off this morning”

I hung my head in shame. Daddy was right, what could I say?

He must have noticed I was feeling sad because he gave me a hug and said, “Now this is nothing to be embarrassed about, plenty of little boys have accidents”

I wanted to say that I was 18, not a little boy, but thought better of it. Daddy pulled the pajamas out of his basket. They were green and blue striped. Underneath was baby powder, lotion and a white diaper. He started unfolding the diaper. It was thick with wide padding in the front and back. Now that it was unfolded I saw that there was a strip of forest animals along the front in muted colors. It was undeniably babyish.

Daddy spread the diaper on the bed. I looked at it with wide eyes. “A diaper…” I said with hesitation, “really?”

“It’s for the best, you don’t want to wake up in a wet bed again and Daddy doesn’t want to do all that laundry either”

“But…” I didn’t know what to say and even though deep down I really did want it I felt that I had to at least make a show of protesting.

“But what?” Daddy said, “It’s just us here. Remember, what we said about trying new things? Can you be brave and try this for Daddy?”

I nodded and let Daddy guide me down onto the bed. Deftly he undressed me and slid the diaper underneath me. This was certainly not his first time. I felt a light coating of powder being sprinkled on me. Then the diaper was pulled up to my belly button. Already I could feel it between my legs. There was just one extra wide tape per side of the diaper. Daddy pulled each of these snug and then ran a hand along the elastic waistband in the front and back. Then I felt his fingers move up and down the diaper making sure the leakguards were in place. Finally he gave my belly button a little kiss and helped me sit up.

I could feel the diaper all around me enveloping me in a soft hug. “Arms up” Daddy said and he pulled the pajama top over my head. Then he started worked the bottoms around my feet and pulled them over my diaper. I looked at myself in the mirror. Where the Goodnites had disappeared beneath the pajamas there was no hiding the fact that I was wearing a diaper. My butt was round and in the front was the characteristic bulge I had until then only seen on toddlers.

Daddy gave my butt a pat, “That wasn’t so bad was it. Now let’s go watch a movie” This time I picked ‘Up’ and Daddy made us both hot chocolates. We snuggled up on the couch like usual, but I couldn’t forget about my diaper. It crinkled with every movement. When the movie ended I went upstairs to get ready for bed. As I brushed my teeth I stared at the toilet. I felt I could’ve peed before bed and I was about to ask Daddy if he would take my diaper off so I go could when he came into the bathroom carrying Buster.

“You left this on the couch Buddy” he said as he handed me the the bear. “Now let’s get you all tucked into bed”. He lead me out of the bathroom and before I knew it I was lying in bed cuddling with Buster. Daddy kissed me on the forehead like aways and then it was dark. I laid back feeling my diaper underneath me. Oh well I thought, I may as well use it and started to release my bladder. It was much easier to wet the diaper than the pull up. Something about the thick bulk of it made me feel secure. I emptied my bladder and felt the diaper expand between my legs as it absorbed my accident. Unlike the Goodnite I could hardly tell that I had wet. My diaper was slightly heavier, but I could tell that it was designed to hold much more. I was too tired to do anything naughty with my hand and fell asleep soon after.

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Author: Butters
Timestamp: Mar 22, 2021 at 3:11 AM
Content: Chapter 4:

It was still dark outside when I woke up needing to pee. I began to get out of bed and was standing at the door when I remember I was wearing a diaper. So standing there I just let go and felt the seat of my diaper grow warm and heavy. It was now even more obvious underneath my pajamas and I walked back to bed with a slight waddle. Thankfully, it still felt dry on my skin and it was comfortable enough that I easily slipped back to sleep.

Daddy shook me awake like usual. He said Good Morning and asked me about how I slept as I slowly woke up. He kept making small talk as he reached through the waistband of my pajamas and gave my diaper a gentle squeeze. I guess I’ll just have to get used to this I thought.

“Your diapers a little soggy Buddy, good thing we made the switch from pull ups” I blushed when he said your diaper, but didn’t say anything. “I’ve already made breakfast so why don’t we dig in while it’s hot and you can get cleaned up after.” I shrugged, I had learned that these suggestions of Daddy’s weren’t really optional.

It felt really weird walking around in my wet diaper. I tried to eat breakfast quickly so I could shower, but Daddy was taking his time. I finished off my glass of orange juice and felt pressure build in my bladder. I tried crossing my legs but it didn’t help.

Daddy noticed me fidgeting, “Is everything okay Buddy?”

“Yeah…no” I said, “I really have to go”

“Well you are already wearing a diaper and it is already wet” said Daddy.

“Uh I don’t think…, I can’t with you watching”

“Very well” said Daddy and he pull up the newspaper in a way that covered his face. I shuffled around a bit more and then gave up. The front of my diaper grew warm. Now it felt wet, squishy and wasn’t nearly as comfortable as it was last night. After a few minutes Daddy put the paper down and gave me a funny look.

“Do you need help taking your diaper off?”

“I think I can manage” I said, “But uh, where should I put it” I realized that it would barely fit into the bathroom garbage.

“Ah I put a different garbage can in your bathroom” said Daddy and sure enough I saw that the decorative bathroom garbage had been replaced with a full sized diaper pail. I tore the tapes off and the diaper fell to the ground with a dull thud. I balled it up hastily and threw it into the pail.

The next week passed much the same. Every evening around eight we would head upstairs, I would strip off my clothes and Daddy would put me into a diaper. Then he’d help me into a pair of cute two piece pajamas. When we were finished I looked in the mirror to see a very tall four year old looking back. Each night it became easier and easier to wet. By the end of the week I even had an accident when we were on the couch watching a movie. It wasn’t really an accident, I just didn’t want to get up and I don’t think Daddy noticed.

It was rare for me to actually wet the bed though. Usually I would go before sleeping or I’d wake up in the early hours of the morning. It was nice not to have to get out of bed. I could just wet and drift back to sleep.

About two weeks had gone by since I’d come to live with Daddy. The news was still bleak and the government seemed to be imposing new restrictions everyday. He worked even less now, but seemed happier. I noticed myself that my stress was dissolving and I didn’t feel nearly as worried about the virus as I had when I lost my job. That was a distant memory. That night Daddy sat beside me on my bed and talked about how proud he was of me for being brave and open to new experiences. He wanted me to know how happy he was to take care of me. I blushed and gave him a big hug.

“Buddy I think your diapers already a little wet” he said, “I better change you into a fresh one just to be safe.” He took a diaper from the stack of changing supplies which had appeared on the desk last week. I didn’t know what to think. It was one thing to be put into a diaper, it was another thing entirely to have my diaper changed. Plus I had only wet it once and knew from experience now that I could go at least twice more.

Daddy got to work and quickly untaped my wet diaper. He wiped me down and then applied some lotion. As he was doing so I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my butt. In a minute it was gone and I had a new diaper taped around my waist. I had to admit that Daddy was right, I felt clean, but better than clean. It was like there was a warmness emanating from inside of me. Lying in bed that night with my diaper hugging me just right I felt so secure and cozy. I knew that no matter how crazy the world got I was safe here.

I didn’t know it at the time but when Daddy was changing me he slipped a suppository inside of me. It was only a few days later when I saw the discarded package in the trash that I clued in to what had happened.

The morning started like normal. Daddy woke me up. My diaper was slightly wet, I think I woke up after midnight and had wet. As usual breakfast was waiting for me. When I got out of bed something felt different. There was an intense pressure in my tummy right when I stood up. I knew that I needed to go number two and fast. Daddy was oblivious and led me down the stairs into the kitchen. He handed the small cup of coffee I was allowed each morning and I took a tentative sip. The coffee only made things worse.

We ate together with me being unusually silent and Daddy being unusually talkative. I planned to run straight up to the bathroom as soon as breakfast was over. The pressure had diminished slightly now that I was seated. I had finished eating and had to wait for Daddy. My stomach groaned.

“Uh may I be excused” I asked politely “Breakfast was really good”

Daddy looked me up and down, “What the hurry Buddy? We practically just sat down”

“I um nothing, I’m just bored”

“Well, here read these” said Daddy and he handed me the comics from his newspaper. I looked at them without reading. I wasn’t sure what would happen if I told him what was really going on. My stomach churned. A few minutes passed and then Daddy finally pushed himself away from the table.

“Help me with these dishes please Bud and then you’re free” he asked motioning to the table. I stood up and hastily gathered our plates. I took a few steps towards the sink when it hit me. My bowels released themselves into my diaper. I couldn’t believe it. I was sure that if Daddy couldn’t smell it he’d tell by how red my face was.

This was an entirely new feeling. The seat of my diaper expanded to contain the mess and it now felt weirdly full. I slowly shuffled away from the sink. Every step made the mess shift and I could feel it pressing against me. I was close to crying when Daddy stood beside me.

“I think I see what’s the matter” he said, “Or should I say, smell” he chuckled.

My hands darted up to hid my face “I’m so sorry, this never happens I must be sick or ate something bad” I gushed.

Daddy put his arms around me. “There there, accidents happen. I’m sure you didn’t mean to. Sometimes it’s just too hard to hold it”

I started to actually cry now. Daddy took my hand and lead me upstairs to the bathroom. He very carefully removed my diaper while I stood in the shower. Then he let me clean myself off, but he made sure to leave the bathroom door open. I had gotten used to him seeing me naked in the evenings when he’d put me into a diaper for bed, but I was embarrassed for him to see me naked with my butt covered in poop.

I got out of the shower and toweled off. When I got back to my room Daddy was there along with a fresh diaper. “I think today is a special day Buddy” he said, “At least until you’re feeling better”

Seeing how I had just messed myself in the kitchen there wasn’t much I could say to argue. I laid down on the bed with my legs spread. Daddy touched my thigh, “Good boy” he murmured. Two minutes later I was snugly diapered.

Daddy looked at me proudly, “That’s better, now these old clothes they just won’t do” he said motioning at the clothes I had brought with me. “Besides it wouldn’t be good get them wet or dirty if your diaper leaks”. I blushed again when he said this, but the words were also strangely comforting… my diapers, Buddy’s diapers…

Daddy asked me to wait on the bed while he went to find a more appropriate outfit. I sat down in just my diaper. I noticed that the sleepy forest animals on the front panel were replaced by cartoon airplanes and little teddy bears holding balloons. This diaper was a bit more trim and form fitting than the ones I had been wearing at night. It was still definitely a diaper though, there was no getting around that.

Daddy came back into the room, “Time to get dressed” he said cheerfully. He had a pale yellow t shirt with a picture of a bee on the front saying ‘Bee Happy’. Underneath was a pair of blue sweatpants.

“Arms up” Daddy said and he lifted the shirt over my head. When he brought it down I realized it wasn’t a t-shirt, but an adult sized version of a baby onesie. He did up the snaps and said, “This will help hold your diaper in place while you play”. Then he helped me into the sweatpants. They were similar to regular pants but with a more generous cut in the seat area. I felt like a slow to potty train three year old.

“Okay Buddy, good to go!” Daddy said and gave my butt a pat. I hopped off the bed and tried to not look in the mirror as I went downstairs. Daddy stayed up stairs. I could hear him rummaging around in the second bedroom.

Chapter 5:

The morning passed slowly. I watched some cartoons for an hour. Daddy was still upstairs. I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do. Normally he would work in his office till afternoon then we’d have lunch and go for a long walk through the forest or hills around town. I pass the time by reading, doing a workout or surfing the web. Wearing a diaper made me feel different this morning, younger somehow and unable to decide for myself what to do. Bored, I stuck a hand down my sweatpants.

I was curious about this diaper I was wearing. I undid the onesie snaps to get a closer look. The diaper had a cloth backing, just like modern baby diapers. That explained the lack of rustling noises when I walked. There were stretchy waistbands front and back. It still rose up high to my belly button and I could feel it between my legs. Unlike the diapers I had been wearing to bed this one seemed designed for movement. It hugged the shape of my body. I didn’t know diapers could be this comfortable.

The familiar urge to pee hit me. Let’s test it out, I thought. I crouched down on all fours trying to find a position to let go. My bladder relaxed and pee rushed out into the diaper. The front grew warm and heavy and then it started wicking the wetness to the back. I finished a good sized pee and gave the diaper a poke. It was slightly squishy, but held it’s shape. Within a minute I felt dry and hardly could tell that I had wet. I buttoned up the onesie just as Daddy came down the stairs.

“Ah curious about your diapers I see. That’s only natural.” He said. “What your wearing now is the best adult diaper on the market. They are modeled after today’s baby diapers. A company out of California makes them specifically for boys like you. You’ve already worn their nighttime diaper. This one is designed to worn during the day. It doesn’t hold as much, but it’s thinner and let’s you move around better. Comfy?” Daddy asked.

I nodded. Daddy gave my crotch a little squeeze. “Already a bit wet” he announced. “That’s okay these can easily hold two accidents. Maybe more but I’ll make sure to change you before you’re soaked. Daddy doesn’t want you to get a rash”. With that he walked into his office to start work. I went back to the TV. There was an old XBOX there which I had previously tried to avoid. It seems ridiculous now, but when I first moved in I wanted Daddy to think I was mature which I thought meant no video games. I fired it up. He had a lot of the same games I had when I was 11 or 12. I played and lost track of time.

Noon rolled around and I had wet again. I could tell the diaper was wet now and it made an obvious bulge in my pants. It didn’t bother me enough to stop playing so I kept my attention on the screen shooting bad guys. Daddy came out and started bustling around in the kitchen. He got lunch nearly ready and said that he bet someone could use a diaper change. As always I blushed. Daddy took my hand and said there was a surprise upstairs. This time he led me into the second bedroom.

“Whoa” I said as I walked in. The room was filled with soft colors and infantile furniture. The bed in the corner wasn’t quite a crib, but rather something designed to transition away from it. The frame was light blue and there were railings around it with a gap on one side for the user to climb in and out of. Dinosaur sheets and blankets lay on the twin mattress. An adult sized changing table was setup in the opposite corner. It was made of sturdy wood and looked custom built. Three block steps were attached to the far end allowing whoever was being changed to toddle up onto the table. Shelves were built into the wall above and stacked with diapers. There were so many diapers.

The last corner was framed by a large double window and was set up as a play area. There was a super plush carpet on the floor and a bean bag chair next to the window. Against the wall were shelves of legos, action figures and other toys. An assortment of plush animals waited in a basket. Another door led to a walk in closet. Boxes of diapers were stacked high and there was an entire little boy’s wardrobe on display. Onesies, overalls and footed pajamas hung on the racks. There was some more normal looking clothes too, still juvenile, but not obviously baby, the faded jeans and cartoon t-shirt of a young boy, just adult sized. This must be where all the cute two piece pajama sets came from.

I inspected the room for about fifteen minutes. Daddy stood in the doorway smiling. “You like it?” he asked.

“I love it” I beamed. I decided in that moment to embrace this craziness now while the world is so crazy.

Daddy looked relieved. “Good” he said, “I wasn’t sure if you’d be ready. Are you ready?”

“I guess, I mean why not.” I stumbled for the right words. “I want it” I finally said.

Daddy looked happy. He put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m glad” he said. “You know I had a little boy once, just like you. That’s where all this is from.”

“Really? What happened to him?”

“He grew up” Daddy said simply. “Now let’s get you changed”.

I hopped up the three steps and laid on the padded change table. Daddy pulled my pants down to around my ankles and undid my onesie. My knees felt to the side and I laid with frog legs. I wished I had Buster to hold on too right now, I must have left him in my old room. Daddy removed my soggy diaper and gave me a quick wipe. He unfurled a new diaper and in no time had it wrapped around my hips. It was another cloth like daytime diaper, only the design on the front was different. This time it was baby dinosaurs. It felt heavenly to go from a wet to dry diaper. Daddy helped me back into my clothes. I gave him a big hug and we went down to have lunch.

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Author: Butters
Timestamp: Mar 22, 2021 at 3:13 AM
Content: Chapter 6:

It was the first night in my new room. I stood in the walk in closet running my fingers through the soft footed pajamas. “This one” I said, selected a pair that had cute little jungle animals on a white background.

Daddy took the pajamas and undid the zipper all the way to the ankles. “Lie down on the bed” he said. Gently, he guided my feet into the leg holes and then pull the pajamas up around me. He gave my fresh overnight diaper a gently pat and then smoothly zipped me up. At the top there was a little button to hold the zipper in place. “Why don’t you play with your toys for a bit and Daddy will come back later to tuck you in”.

I plopped down onto the soft carpet and got a box of legos out from the huge assortment of toys. I spent about half an hour working on my castle. Soon I was sleepy enough to almost fall asleep on the carpet. It had been a whirlwind day and I hadn’t yet processed all the changes. Daddy crept back in the room and asked if I was ready for bed.

“Uh huh” I said, and for some reason it felt easier to crawl over to the bed - crib hybrid than get up and walk. I pulled myself in through the gap in the rails. Daddy smiled and pull the blankets over me. Buster was already in bed waiting.

“Oh, I almost forgot” Daddy said as he shuffled through the drawer of the night stand. He pulled out a pacifier and clipped it to the collar of my pajamas. “Just in case” he said. Then he knelt down and kissed my forehead. “Goodnight my little boy, Daddy loves you”.

I hugged Buster to my chest as Daddy left the room. The door closed with a soft click. Curiously, I brought the pacifier to my lips. It slid into my mouth perfectly. As I sucked I felt the front of my diaper grow warm and squishy. I was too tired to do anything naughty tonight. So much had changed in a few short weeks. Wearing diapers at night felt normal to me now. I didn’t want to have to go back to getting up in the night and leaving my warm bed to use the potty. Daddy made it so easy too, and now it seemed that he wanted me diapered during the day as well. I didn’t know I felt about that. Sure, I had had that accident this morning, but that was super unusual and I doubt it would happen again.

Chapter 7: Resistance is futile!

“Rise and shine sunshine!” Daddy sang as he nudged me awake. I woke from the best sleep in recent memory. The bed was so soft and my jammies were so comfortable. I hugged Buster and rolled away.

“Five more minutes” I mumbled.

“That diaper ain’t going to last five more minutes” Daddy joked.

Puzzled I shot my hand down to my crotch and sure enough I was totally soaked. The wetness had crept all up into the back of the diaper as well. Strange, I thought, I had only wet once before going to sleep…

“Up on the table mister, you need some new pants before breakfast”

“But.. I … Uh” I tried to say something about not wanting to wear diapers today, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“The only but we need here is your butt on the changing table” Daddy said, laughing at his own joke.

He seemed so happy, I didn’t want to kill the mood. What was one more diaper? So I climbed up onto the table and in no time Daddy had me wiped clean and into a fresh daytime diaper. I had to admit it felt good, like I didn’t have a care in the world.

He pulled my jammies back on, “It’s the weekend Bud, I guess you can keep these on a bit longer”

I was confused, I must have lost track of time since everyday here had been more or less the same since the lock down. The weekend didn’t matter to me, but it meant no work for Daddy. I wonder what he had planned for us.

We had a leisurely breakfast. Daddy read aloud from the newspaper article he thought would interest me. The government had extended the stay at home order for minimum 90 days and there was talk of even stricter measures if the virus wasn’t contained. Daddy remarked brightly that he had put in an extra large order of diapers, just in case things got real bad. I coughed on my orange juice.

“Why don’t you go play some x box while I get things cleaned up in here” Daddy said.

“Uh sure I guess. Thanks!” I said, grateful for being released from my usual chore of cleaning the table. I toddled over and sat down in front of the TV. These pajamas with the grinning tigers, hippos and elephants were starting to look a bit ridiculous. I started playing an old fantasy RPG and soon got really into it. Daddy brought me more juice, this time in a sippy cup. I was so into the game I didn’t think it was weird, I just drank from as normally as if he had handed me a glass.

By noon I had wet my diaper twice and the front half of it was pretty squishy. Daddy came back into the living room and gave my butt a pat. “Someone’s getting a little soggy” he said.

“Is there anything else you have to do?” He asked.

“Uh no, I’m almost done this level” I said.

Daddy looked at my funny, like I hadn’t fully understood the question. “Well then let’s get you dressed for the day”.

That meant video game time was over. Oh well I thought, it’s time to get out of this diaper and pajamas anyway and when I go take my shower I’ll be able to use the toilet as well.

I found myself lying naked on the soft pad of the changing table. My old diaper had just been tossed into the extra large diaper pail. “Um, Daddy” I ventured, “Could I maybe wear underwear today”

Daddy didn’t miss a beat. “Well, you certainly could” he said. “But let me ask you a few questions…”

“Um, okay I guess” I said, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Are the diapers uncomfortable?” He asked.

“No”

“Do they make you feel good? Feel safe”?

“Uh, yes, I guess so”

“And you’ve been wearing them every night and waking up wet?”

“Yeah”

“And you just wet at least twice this morning”

“Yeah, but I was playing…”

Daddy cut me off, “And what happened yesterday morning?”

I did say anything.

Daddy continued, “So I think right now it’s best if you keep wearing diapered for the next little while, just to make sure you don’t have anymore accidents.”

I knew I couldn’t argue against Daddy. I shook my head yes. He asked if I wanted another diaper. I shook my head yes again.

“Good boy”, Daddy said, “you make me so happy”.

Soon a fresh diaper was fastened around my waist. It was still a daytime diaper, but with a stuffer inside of it. Daddy called it a diaper booster. He said we were going out for a bit and it wouldn’t be so easy to change me. My eyes grew wide at this. I hadn’t left the house diapered before.

I tried to pick out the most inconspicuous clothes. Black sweat pants and a blue sweatshirt. It had a picture of Spiderman on the front and said ‘Be Amazing’. It was however, better than Clifford or Sponge Bob. You could just barely see the outline of my diaper through the sweatpants.

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Author: Butters
Timestamp: Mar 22, 2021 at 3:16 AM
Content: Chapter 8:

Daddy made me ride in the backseat. He said it was safer. He put a diaper bag on the floor beside me and the same sippy cup from before was in the cup holder. I made a mental note not to drink from it. It was probably best to stay dry while we where in public.

“First stop the town park, we’ll have to keep our distance from strangers till the virus is over, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy some fresh air” said Daddy happily.

We arrived at the park. It’s mostly just a series of trails through the river valley interspersed with some picnic areas and playgrounds. Daddy grabbed his backpack and I followed him down the path, making sure to pull down my sweatshirt. Despite it being a lovely spring day I wished I had brought a jacket to cover up the Spiderman design. Soon though my delight at being outside and feeling the warm wind on my cheeks too over and I forgot about my embarrassment. There were very few people around anyway and everyone was staying six feet apart.

“Dale, hey, how the hell are you” A boisterous, red faced women shouted out to Daddy. We both spun around to see a lady with two young kids in tow.

“Cindy, hey, great to see you. How are you holding up?” Daddy said.

“Crazy times” She said, “Just unbelievable… Say who’s that little guy” She motioned to me

“This is Buddy, my nephew. Say hi to Cindy, Buddy”

“Uh, hi” I stammered out.

“He’s a cutie, if it wasn’t social distancing I bet he’d love to play with my guys”

I looked at here in disbelief. The oldest of the two kids behind her was maybe seven. How young did this lady think I was?

“He sure would, maybe when this thing is finally over we’ll set up a play date” Daddy winked at me.

“That would be lovely, we have to be going anyway. Nice to see you again Dale, nice to meet you Buddy” She smiled and then disappeared down the trail with her children.

Daddy gave my butt a little swat. “See what a cute little boy you can be”.

We hiked about five kilometers through the park. The snow had all melted and the trees had little green buds. Everything smelled fresh and full of hope. It actually felt great to get out of the house and be outside. I was still dry and determined not to wet until we got back to the car. Daddy had a thermos of hot chocolate and we took turns sipping from it. I had been feeling a bit of pressure in my stomach since noon and it was building now. I hoped that were going home after this.

When were reached the end of the loop and the SUV was in sight it felt safe to release the pressure in my bladder. My diaper eagerly expanded between my legs, absorbing everything. I had to slightly waddle back to the car.

Daddy gave my diaper a quick check before we got buckled in. “Wet, but not too wet” he pronounced. We started back down the road to main street. “Just a quick stop at the grocery store, Buddy and then we’re home”

I groaned, “Can we just go home please.”

“Ah you must be tired little guy. Daddy will go in, you can wait in the car”

Daddy parked off to the side. The parking lot was mostly deserted. “Seems like most folks are getting home delivery, we probably will start next week.”

“Be back as quick as I can Bud” he said leaving me alone in the car. The pressure in my stomach was getting intense. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Things were only getting worse. He could be ten, fifteen more minutes, I thought, and then it’s still ten minutes to get home. I knew I couldn’t hold it in that long.

I pushed myself out of the seat and squatted awkwardly in the aisle of the car. As soon as I gave it a little push my bowels relaxed and I began to fill my diaper. Warm poop squished out into the seat of my diaper, pressing against me. An immense wave of relief rushed through me. Surprisingly, it didn’t feel that bad. Slowly, I sank back down into the car seat. The mess smooshed against me and spread throughout my diaper. I felt really small and wished I had Buster to hug. I hugged my arms together and waited for Daddy to come back.

I was startled when he opened the door. I had sank into some sort of daydream, even though only a few minutes had passed. “Hey Buddy, sorry that took so long…” He sniffed the air. “Wow someone’s been busy”.

I blushed. “Uh sorry Daddy” I felt like crying again. “I tried to hold it, but…”

“Shh baby, don’t be sorry, it’s okay” Daddy said soothingly. “Here”, he rummaged through the diaper bag and found a pacifier “ take this”. I popped it in my mouth and instantly felt calmer. Daddy cracked the window and before I knew it we were home. He left the groceries in the car and took me upstairs.

“A nice bath is just what this stinky little boy needs” Daddy proclaimed. I nodded, eager to get out of my messy diaper. He put a plastic changing mat down on the bathroom floor and wiped away most of the mess while the bathtub filled. The warm water and bubbles felt so good and I relaxed with my eyes closed while Daddy washed my hair and body. Then he brought in some toys and I played while he went back downstairs to put away the groceries.

Rapidly, I was towel dried, diapered and wearing a onesie and shorts. I felt so warm, clean and soft. I forgot entirely about my earlier determination to regain my underwear. Daddy ordered pizza and we ate together in front of the TV watching Finding Nemo. It was dark by the time the movie finished. I went up to my room and worked a bit on my Lego castle. It was three stories tall now.

I was wet by the time Daddy came up to check on me. He got me into a fresh night time diaper and picked out pajamas for tonight. Blue footed fleece with rocket ships and green aliens. I crawled into my bed and Daddy drew up the rocking chair beside it. He picked a Harry Potter book from the shelf and read the first chapter while I cuddled Buster with my eyes closed.

Chapter Nine

I woke up the next day wet without remembering going at all. I wasn’t soaked though so Daddy let me eat breakfast in my night time diaper and pajamas. I wondered briefly about using the potty after breakfast, but when Daddy lead me back upstairs and onto the changing table I knew I had lost that battle.

As my soaked diaper was changed into a fresh daytime diaper I realized I had been diapered for three straight days now. It didn’t feel all that bad, in fact I was enjoying being taken care of. The adult me and all the baggage associated with having to pretend to be something I wasn’t had begun to dissolve away. I had to admit that I kind of looked forward to each diaper change and I liked looking at myself in the mirror wearing the cute toddlerish clothes.

Daddy picked out a plain orange onesie for me to wear. I matched it with a pair of faded blue overalls. The day passed slowly. Daddy said we had both had too much screen time, so he settled down to read while I built with my legos. I laid on the floor with Buster and finished my castle and then built a moat and farm lands around it. It was getting easier and easier to wet myself. Sometimes right after I realized I had to go, I started letting go. I didn’t mind being wet. These diapers were pretty high quality and only felt uncomfortable after the third wetting. Usually Daddy changed me before then anyways.

After lunch I was changed again and we took a walk around the neighborhood. It’s much more comfortable to walk in a dry diaper, plus I didn’t have to worry about the bulge showing through my overalls. We didn’t go too far, just up and down the block to get some fresh air. The houses were all really spaced apart, some of them were set far back from the road on acreages. The area had a sleepy, country feeling to it, this was a place were things changed very slowly. It’s a comforting place to spend a pandemic, I thought.

Before I knew it I was tucked snug into bed and daddy was gently reading the second chapter of Harry Potter. I was struggling to keep my eyes open when he snapped the book shut.

“I had a really good weekend Buddy. Thanks for being such a good boy for Daddy” he said.

“I did too… Thanks for taking care of me Daddy”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, and don’t worry, just because Daddy has to go back to work tomorrow doesn’t mean you have to stop being my special little boy. Are you enjoying being little?”

I nodded, “Yes Daddy, I am”

“That’s great honey. You make me so happy.”

Daddy left my room and return a minute latter with a bottle of warm milk. “Can you be a big boy and finish this for Daddy before you go to sleep”?

I brought the bottle to my lips and started to suck. The milk was sweet and delicious. I feel asleep hugging Buster with a full tummy and already wet diaper.

Chapter 10

As Daddy had intended I woke up completely soaked. In fact, my diaper had leaked and I was sleeping in the middle of a giant wet spot. The blankets were uncomfortable and I felt so bad for ruining Daddy’s bed for the second time. I couldn’t help it, the overwhelming urge to cry just overtook me. Tears slid down my cheek.

“What’s wrong Buddy” Daddy appeared at my side looking worried.

“I’m sorry” I bawled, “I leaked again all over the bed”

“Oh shhh, that’s okay, that’s okay. Sometimes diapers leak, Daddy knows it was an accident.” He pulled off a corner of the sheet to reveal a plastic mattress cover. He helped me out of bed and stripped off the sheets and bundled them up with my wet pajamas. I stood in the room shivering in just a saggy diaper.

Daddy gave me a big hug and rubbed my back. “Let’s get you all changed and then maybe back to bed for a bit”. In no time a soft, clean diaper was wrapped around my waist and I was zipped into a new sleeper. A plush new blanket and soft sheets were placed on the bed. In the span of five minutes I had gone from crying to feeling warm, soft and completely happy.

I slept in and when I woke again the house was silent. A warm beam of sunshine came in from the window. I sat on the fuzzy carpet and picked some of the stuffed animals out from the basket. There was a tiger and a long green snake filled with squishy gel beads. I put them next to Buster so he could have friends to play with. Then I got some of the action figures out, there must have been about fifty. I picked out Spiderman, Wolverine and The Hulk.

Suddenly, the snake got very hungry and started wrapping itself around Buster. Spiderman and the brave tiger tried to save him, but the snake was too strong. Soon the Boa Constrictor would swallow Buster whole. The snake’s tail lashed out and knocked Spiderman to the ground. The tiger ran away scared. That’s when the Hulk came out of nowhere. Hulk Smash! His giant green fists collided with the evil snake’s head. Then Wolverine’s claws sliced through his cold reptilian skin. Snake guts and pieces of undigested stuffed animals spilled out onto the carpet. At last, Buster was free! I hugged my bear to my chest, determined not to let him out of my sight again.

As I played the familiar pressure built up in my tummy again. Both times I had previously messed had been genuine accidents, but now this was different. I knew that I had to poop and instead of getting up and crossing the hallway to the bathroom, I made the split second decision to just go in my diaper. Holding a stuffed animal in each hand, I stopped playing for a moment and squatted down. I gave a slight push and began to fill my diaper with poop, the seat and space between my legs expanded to contain the mess. In a minute I was done. I sat back down on the carpet to play. Now, it seemed like I could really get into the game. The action figures and stuffed animals seemed even more real to me. I started inventing voices for them and even more elaborate battles.

“It sounds like someone’s having fun in there” Daddy’s voice came from the doorway. He paused as he entered the room and gave a loud sniff, “Smells like it too”.

I couldn’t help but blush, “Sorry” I mumbled

Daddy looked shocked, “Sorry!?” He said, “What are you sorry for”?

“For having so many accidents” I blurted out, “And now you have to change me all the time”

Daddy put a firm hand on my shoulder, “Well Buddy when Daddy puts you in a diaper he kind of expects that you’re going to have an accident. In fact, it’s not really an accident at all, littles who wear diapers are supposed to use them”

“Really” I said, looking up at him.

“Sure thing Bud, why else would Daddy be going through all the trouble of keeping you in diapers if he didn’t expect you to use them?”

My eyes grew wide, “and you’re not getting tired of changing diapers all the time?”

Daddy held onto my hand. “Never, It makes me so happy to be able to care for you”

I threw my arms around him, “I love you Daddy”

“I love you too Buddy, now let’s go get changed.

Daddy grabbed hold of me and lifted me up onto the changing table. My sleeper was discarded into the hamper and he carefully untaped my diaper. I laid very still and held onto Buster as he thoroughly wiped me down and then covered my privates with a thick layer of cream. His hands found my ankles and he pushed me up and slid a fresh diaper underneath my bum. After a sprinkle of powder the tapes were fastened and Daddy gave me a kiss on the belly button as he helped me to my feet.