HOME | DD

Description

    He looked himself over in the mirror. The pajamas were snug-fitting, and shaped themselves around the form of the pull-up, but he didn’t think anyone else could tell. From the back he recognized the padding himself, but that was only because he was looking for it. No one else would check there, and even if they did, they wouldn’t be searching for pull-ups. He turned again, facing the mirror directly, and made a confident pose. The bulk from the front of the pull-up stood out, but at the very least, the other kids would only think he looked well-endowed. It didn’t look like a diaper at all; no one would have a clue. He pulled down on his top to cover any potential peeking, and stepped out of the bathroom.
    “Hey, is that…”
    “Kyle’s wearing a diaper!”
    Immediately the other three boys were on him and his pajama bottoms were down at his ankles. “Wait, stop!” he cried out, as the host, Greg, pulled off the whimpering boy’s top.
    “Do you really still wet the bed, Kyle?” He poked at the boy’s pull-up and giggled as it elicited a loud crinkle. Kyle struggled as the other two kept him restrained, preventing him from redressing himself. “Dude, who still wets the bed at twelve years old?”
    “My little brother stopped wetting the bed when he turned six,” Stanley added, Kyle’s arm in his vice grip, “Think about that. You’re a bigger baby than a first-grader.”
    “Shut up! I’m not a baby, I can’t control it,” Kyle whined, hot tears forming in his eyes.
    “Well, yeah,” Josh laughed from Kyle’s other arm, “That’s why babies wear diapers, because they can’t control it.” That got the waterworks starting, and Josh and Stanley had to fight to keep their captive from escaping their hold.
    “Why are you doing this? Let me go!” The boy squirmed and was allowed to fall to his knees, his arms held above his head. “It’s not my fault, please…”
    Greg stood over the other boy, humming as he thought to himself. “How many diapers did you pack, Kyle?”
    “Um, th-three,” Kyle said, “And they’re not diapers, they’re called—”
    “Good. Let’s get the baby something to drink. There’ll be no bathrooms for the little baby, and if he wets all three of his little diapies,” Greg said, lowering his head to Kyle’s level, “Then he’ll have to stay in the last diaper until he goes home.” With that, the boys began laughing, and Josh left to pour a soda while the other two finished removing Kyle’s pajamas from his ankles, and sat him on the couch.
    “Please don’t tell anyone,” Kyle said, finding another source of concern, “I’ll play along if you promise not to tell.”
    “You’re not playing anything!” Greg scolded him, grabbing Kyle by the jaw. “You’re gonna be our baby boy today, and when we’re done, what we do is up to us.” He pushed at the boy’s face and crossed his arms. “Maybe I’ll have the others keep this night to themselves if you start wearing those diapers more often,” he pondered the idea, “You could come over every week, and even wear diapers to school sometimes. It’d be fun to see how he acts during recess, right Stanley? He’d be spending the whole time tugging at his shirt and making sure no one’s watching him!” The two boys were in a fit of giggles by the time Josh returned, and oblivious of the latest scene he still joined in with the laugh.
    “Drink up, baby,” he said, lifting the cup to Kyle’s lips, “I wanna see what a twelve-year old in a wet diaper looks like.”
    Greg slapped the disposable padding. “Don’t be upset, Kyle.” He stroked the boy’s hair almost lovingly, “We’ll take good care of you, won’t we, guys?” The others nodded in agreement. “You’ll be a good boy for us, right?”
    Kyle buried his head in Greg’s chest and nodded. As Josh left to pour the boy another cup, he could already feel his bladder calling for release after the soda. It just wasn’t fair—if he wanted to keep his nighttime accidents a secret, he’d just have to be their baby.