D.A.

By Miles Prower

Well, here I am, sitting in a room with about twenty people I don't know. Everyone, including myself, is in a diaper. Am I insane? Hardly; well, let's say this, I'm as insane you can be without it actually being decreed upon you legally. No, this is just a meeting of the minds...the infantile minds. Male, female, we don't discriminate. It's fine though, I feel...comfortable here. Actually, you get used to it. Hell, there are people in here, full-grown adults like myself, older and younger than me, but no younger than maybe 17. Are these adults perverted? No. Well, maybe some, I mean, hell, we're all perverted in some way, but no. We're all here because we were all "caught" in one way or another. Not like abducted, or caught by parents, but, heh, I'm rambling on. Let me actually tell you how it began, after I get changed of course.

---D.A.---

Well, it started off as a normal day. I stood up and my diaper was drooping a bit. Do I need it? Well, kinda. My parents don't know I need it...but I don't necessarily "need" it either. I wet the bed on occasion(usually when I'm dealing with a lot of stress from work or whatever else.) but I enjoy wearing them as well. It's a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine, mostly proven because I then sat down, laid back and began rubbing the front of my diaper a bit. Well...more than a bit, but we wont go into detail here.

I cleaned myself up and threw the diaper in my trash pail, which I had double-bagged so I could just throw it into the bag underneath so no one would see if they just so happened to glance in there. I walked downstairs shortly after to the sight of my mother watching television and the absence of my father. Although I have a job and I'm out of school, I still can't quite keep funds enough to support my own apartment. I don't really want a roommate because, well, you know...

"Hi Mom," I declared, "where's Dad?"

"Oh, I don't know, it's early, probably jogging. Do you have work today?" my mother replied.

"Is there any other reason I'd be up right now?"

"No, I suppose not." she chuckled

"Alright, well, I'm headin' out then. Tell Dad I'll be home at 7 tonight, I'll call if anything changes."

"Alright, hon, see ya later."

Truthfully, I was happy my father wasn't there to greet me. He'd probably go on a rant about how I should be in college right now, and this and that. Actually, as on-ease as me and my mom seemed to be with each other, it's different between me and my father. He thinks that I should have gone to college directly after I got out of high school. And yet, when I said I need help paying for it, he said "Get a job!" So now I have a job, and he's upset that I'm not in college yet. Albeit, it's been two years since, but when your own parents are asking for a cut of your pay check to help pay around the house, it's really hard to save money up for anything. Basically, I need a better job and I need to straight move out, regardless of what my father wants me to do.

I hop in my car and drive off to work at the local newspaper. No, not as a paperboy, I'm an analyst. But what that really means is I sit there all day and look through literally mounds of different editorials and news stories and proofread each and every one. Word by word. Sentence by sentence. Very tedious work. However, because I get to work in a secluded cubical, I get to wear a diaper there, with a jacket to cover just in case, of course. It helps me relax in a stressful environment.

Tick. 6:28! Two more minutes! Tock. Can't wait to get out of here and go home and just "relax." Tick. It was then that I really had to, well, "go." Tock. Well, I figured, unless someone was near enough to smell it, which no one ever was, or if someone was looking directly at me, staring, which no one ever was, then I guess... Tick. I just let loose. Praying that it wouldn't leak...but these were a good brand, I barely ever leak. Tock. The dead was done... and it's 6:29 and only seconds until 7 o'clock. Tick. "Woo!" I declared, as the clock struck 7 o'clock, and I hopped up real quick, and my jacket lifted for a moment, but I caught it in the neck of time, and pulled it back down over my back. I grabbed all my bags and began heading out the door. I heard one of the girls that worked there giggle as I walked out, but I didn't really think anything of it, probably just my own paranoia.

I went home, greeted my parents, and went upstairs to dispose of my "garment." After going downstairs and having dinner, I just repeated my own process. Head upstairs, lock my door, put a diaper on, go on my computer for one thing or another, then watch television until I fall asleep. At least...that's what I thought my gameplan was. Oddly enough I got a call on my cell phone. Now, I really only use this thing to get in contact with friends on the weekends and my parents in the case that I need to call for anything in particular. It wasn't a number that was already stored on my phone either, but for the sake that it might be someone calling from a different number, I decided to pick the phone up.

"Hello?" I answered

"Hi Dave, it's Jenine, from the office." Jenine said

"Oh, hi. Is there a problem?"

"Yeah...well, I don't think your attire was appropriate today, hehe."

No way! I thought There's no way she could be talking about... "What do you mean?"

"Well, if you don't want anyone else to find out, perhaps you should meet me an hour early, in the same attire, in the office, let's say at your desk. Don't worry, I'll find one of the empty conference rooms to go in to discuss what I want to."

"Hey, this is blackmail!" There's no way she didn't know at this point. She knows! She fucking KNOWS!

"Now, don't go overboard, I simply want to talk, I promise as long as you wear what you were wearing yesterday, and you know what I mean, and you let me discuss what I wish, I promise I wont tell anyone, no matter the outcome of the conversation."

I...really have to. "Sure, that's fine. I'll meet you at my desk, but make it an hour and a half early."

"Understandable. I'll see you tomorrow." she hung up.

"What the FUCK?" I almost screamed, "Like, what kind of person does this?" I looked down and I had wet myself, also, from sheer nervousness. That conversation got me on-edge. "I really don't have a choice...hopefully she'll just stick to her word, because if I don't do it, she'll tell anyway, might as well see what she wants to say."

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---D.A.---

Well, that's an interesting way to start a work week, huh? That's really how all my problems started. Well, now after it's all happened, I really don't know if you can call them "problems" anymore. You may think from what I've told you, except the incident of course, that my life is pretty balanced. Everyone has their ups and downs, right? Well, there's a lot more things that complicate my life and...well, I'll just let you figure out the rest.

---Part 2---

I awoke groggily to the pounding sound of an alarm, and the time read "4:00 am" and I kept hitting the top of it until the bad sound went away. As I began drifting back off, I suddenly realized why I had to wake up so early, and a nervous shake came over my whole body again. I got up like an inmate of death row after their ten years were up and started getting ready for this meeting that Jenine wanted so badly she was willing to humiliate me to insure that I come. I got undressed and remove my wet diaper and hopped in the shower.

After I finished cleaning up everything, I got back in my room, put a shirt on, then stared hard at my pack of diapers as if it were a puzzle and solemnly grabbed one out of the pack and put it on. I finished clothing myself and made sure to hide my padding as well as I could to make sure no one else would see it besides...her.

I walked grudgingly downstairs and said my hellos and other appropriate greetings to my mother. My father, as always, wasn't there. I really can't discern anymore whether he just decides to avoid me in the morning or if he's actually at work. The first time I actually noticed that he might have been avoiding me is when I went to work on a Sunday and he wasn't there at 7 in the morning, which wouldn't be that odd except for the fact that his business is closed on Sundays. But that was honestly the last thing on my mind. I couldn't get focus off the meeting at hand.

I walked outside after eating breakfast and saying goodbye to my mother and got in my car. I attempted to turn the music up so loud that I wouldn't even be able to hear my thoughts. Unfortunately, no amount of decibels could get the pounding thought of me going to see some lady who knows about my secret out of my mind. My heart grew heavier with every mile I grew closer to work.

Finally, I arrived, and I read the sign "Paletown Press" the sign read. I felt like it said "HELL" though. I walked in and there was no one there, as per usual at 4:30 in the morning any day. I slowly slid my key-card through the automated lock of the office door and opened it. There she was, just standing there, cheerful, staring right at me.

"Yay! Right on time! C'mon, I have a conference room just for us. And we have a good hour and a half to 'talk' before people start showing up!" Jenine said

I sighed and silently followed her to "C06," which was probably the smallest conference room in the place, only able to seat about 3 or 4, but usually used for 1-on-1 interviews. We both got in and she locked the door, then checked her watch. She approached me and patted me on the butt. "Making sure you held up your end, hehe." she said, then sat down. We were both awkwardly silent for about two minutes. Then, she finally said, "Well, sit down, silly, this isn't a police investigation, don't be so nervous!"

"Sure..." I replied.

"Well, let's see...first of all, as I already told you, I'm not gonna tell anyone about your little secret...heh, even if you didn't show up, I wasn't gonna tell anyone, that'd be cruel...but I did need to give you SOME incentive for actually coming to talk to me like this. I mean, hell, we barely know each other!"

"Y-yeah..."

"Oh, stop being like that. Look, I'm sorry, but, huh.. how to go about doing this..." she pondered for a few seconds and then said, "Well, I guess this is the best way!" she pulled down her skirt, right in front of me, and revealed a white, fluffy (and very nice if I say so myself) diaper underneath. I was took aback. I really couldn't believe what I was seeing. Someone ELSE that wears like me?

"Wow." I said; that's all I really could say. "So, uh..."

"Well?" she snapped

"What?"

"Let's see yours, now! It's only fair."

"Oh, uh...sure, I guess." I said, I was still so nervous, but there was a woman in front of me with just a shirt and diaper on, so I figure If I was ever gonna have crazy fantasy of mine come true, I should just join the party. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and revealed my own diaper to her.

"Depends?! You need to buy diapers online if you're gonna get good quality! See how thick and fluffly mine are? C'mon, touch it, see for yourself."

"Oh, well, o.k." I reached over and poker her diaper. Wow! I thought It IS much thicker than mine...

"Don't get me wrong, though" she said, firmly, "I'm not just gonna say 'let's rip off our diapers and have some sort of crazy diaper sex' or anything like that. I'm not like that. But I figure, someone else that I know, that works with me of all things, wears like I do, I just...I just had to get you here and show you. I was thinkin maybe we could hang out and learn a bit more abou-- OH! Oh my God! I'm sorry, I didn't even ask if you had a girlfriend or anything like that! Oh jeez, if you do this whole thing's pointless, I'm sorry, do you--"

"No, I don't, don't worry, this is all fine, heh." I interrupted, kind of excited that I might be hanging out with someone else who wears.

"Oh, good. So, do you wanna maybe hang out after work, or some other time, and see if we can't get to know each other better...who knows, maybe it'll turn into something else?"

"Yeah...yeah, that sounds cool, on one condition, though!"

"What's that?"

"You give me some of those diapers of yours!"

"Heh, alright then. Let's get going to work now, shall we?"

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---D.A.---

Yeah, I was thinking probably the same as you all are, "Wow!" I mean, not only did I meet someone like me, but she works with me and lives relatively close as well. I mean, for many in my position, this would be a dream come true, right? I thought so, but in the back of my head, although she had already shown me that she wears, among other things, I was still conscious about this. I mean, she could be a creep. Hey, even girls can be weird like that. I mean, for all I knew, this could all be one huge set-up to gain my trust, then break me later, like a cruel joke. Either way, I wanted to see just how all this would unfold, and that's exactly what I did.

---Part 3---

After a long day at work, my adrenaline and anticipation couldn't have been at higher levels in my life than right now. As we all got off work, I stood outside and lit up a cigarette and began heading toward my car. I usually don't have a cigarette directly after work, or often in the day for that matter, but I thought this would qualify as an unusual circumstance and I almost had to have one. As I was reaching in my pocket for my keys, I saw Jenine jogging towards me. I thought we weren't gonna talk until tomorrow, or at least wait a little bit after this encounter, but I suppose I was mistaken as I gander at her, rather supple, breasts bouncing as she came closer.

"Like what you see, huh?" she said as she stopped.

"Heh, caught me. What's up?" I responded

"Well...I kept thinking all day about it, and I really can't wait. I wanna get to know you a bit better, and I wanna start today."

"Oh, well, uhm... alright. You wanna go get coffee somewhere or something?"

"Well, I was thinking I come with you over to your house?"

That caught me off-guard a bit. I haven't had a girl over my house...ever. To tell you truth, I hadn't been with many girls at all. Not only that, but I just started to talk to this girl, do I really want her to come to my house? "Uh," I stuttered, "Well, I donno, we did just start talking and I mean...I still live with my parents and all...this is just a bit too quick for my liking, I guess."

"Oh, well, if that's the case, you could come over to my house if you want. I'm not trying to do anything with your or anything like that, I just wanna talk...pleeeease?"

[i]Damn, she's good[/i] I thought...I always fall prey to the puppy-dog eyes. There's no harm really in going to her house though, that's a lot less stress on my part than her coming over. "Sure" I managed to get out. "I guess I'll just follow you back then?"

"Yup! I'm in the green sadan over there."

"Alright then."

I blindly followed this girl, who borderline blackmailed me and who I've just really met and talked with today, back to her house. Why? Because the same reason any guy would do this: she shares common "interests" with me, and among that she's a good talker, I have to admit. Plus, I suppose, there's no real danger, short of her smothering my face in a clorophorm-covered napkin and abducting me whence we get there. As I was convinced that wasn't going to happen, I began following her as she pulled out.

Her house wasn't too far. It was only about a six-minute car ride through the city and we arrived at her apartment complex. As nice and as good as she looked, her place of residence didn't particularly compliment that. The complex itself was pretty run-down, and the neighboorhood it was in was right there with it. But I guess with that situation, it couldn't cost too much to live there. I got out and followed her to the second floor, apartment "B-204"

We got in, and I got a good look around. Pretty simplistic, it looked. Nothing but bland, pale walls, gray carpet, and white tiling. She had a small flat-screen on one end of what appeared to be the living room, and a basic brown futon on the other. A blue recliner sat next to it on one side, and a small table on the other. A small coffee table lay in front of the couch as well. A few portraits of what looked like her family and her hung upon the wall, but nothing fancy. This was probably the most basic of living arrangements I've ever seen. Past the living room was the kitchen and past that were two other rooms, assumingly the bathroom and her room. By the looks of it, she lived alone.

"Well," she started, "I know it's not perfect, but this is my place. So, take a seat."

I took my seat on the couch and fidgeted around a bit as she strolled into the kitchen and opened the fridge. "You want anything to drink? We got Pepsi, Kool-Aid, milk, and water." she shouted over to me.

"Uh, Pepsi'll be fine, thanks." I replied.

She grabbed a Pepsi for herself and I out of the fridge and sat down next to me on the couch. She handed me the Pepsi and I thanked her, and then we began our conversation.

"So...tell me a little bit about yourself. Other than the diapers, I'm sure you have some fascinating stuff about you."

"Uh, yeah, alright, well, I'm 19, still live with my parents, unfortunately, love video games, computer stuff, music, all that jazz. I don't really play sports or anything, so I'm kind've a nerd in that aspect, heh. Uh that's all I can really think of..sorry if it's boring."

"No, no, we all can't have like super-interesting jobs and all that. I can't say my story's any more interesting. Like you, I love music and video games, although I admit I'm not really computer-savvy. Uhhh...I play soccer occasionally, I'm 20, and, uh...huh, guess that's all I can think of myself."

"Cool, cool. Huh, so now that we're both out in the open about our, you know, with each other, what do we do now?"

"What? You mean we can't be just friends and do normal stuff?"

"Nonono! I didn't mean like that...damn, made that awkward, didn't I?"

"Little bit, yeah, well, what video games do you play, maybe I can kick your ass at one if I have it."

"Pfft...fat chance, I play all sort of shooters, like Gears, Halo, Call of Duty, all that, and fighting games; Marvel vs. Capcom, Soul Calibur, the basic stuff."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to beat you at Halo real quick then."

"Like Hell! One-on-one, first to 15?"

"You're SO on!"

She went and turned on the xbox, and poped Halo 3 in, and after arranging the set-up, we started played a game of Team Slayer BRs (assault rifle and battle rifle as starting weapons) with normal configurations, no time limit, on Guardian. As expected, I started off strong, 3-0, then she got a good kill on me with the shotgun. We kept playing it out, and as it turns out, she's actually pretty good. Five minutes in, and it's 7-5 me. This all changed, however, when she got a hold of the sniper rifle. Pop. One headshot. I respawned, went up the lift, and pop! Two headshots. Now it's tied at 7 all. I tried to crouch and sneak up on her through the bottom but she knows all the tricks, she moved around a lot and spotted me and killed me with a melee after an assault rifle barrage. 8-7 her. After one more headshot and three missed shots, I finally killed her with the gravity hammer. 9-8 her. I wasn't gonna let her beat me now! I got the bubble shield and hid in the bottom and waited for her to come. Bam! I got her with the hammer again, 9 all. But my hiding backfired on me, because after she didn't show up near the lift for about 20 seconds, I went up it and pop! She got the damn sniper rifle again, and now she's up again, 10-9. Throughout the course of this, also, we were pushing each other, smack-talking, and all that fun stuff. Another two headshots got her to 12-9, and I was starting to get desperate, so I got the shotgun and grenade-jumped my way to a hiding spot. As she grew tired of waiting for me to show up in the open she started searching and when she got under me, I hit her with the shotgun and stole her sniper. 12-10. I got her twice more with the shotgun to tie it up, but she snuck up on me when I was in the blue room for an assassination. 13-12, and she has the sniper again! Pop! 14-12, and then I got lucky with two BR shots, blowing up the fusion coil in the common sniping spot, then hit her in the head for a kill. 14-13. This was still game point for her, and I wasn't gonna give it up easy. I grabbed the hammer and bubble shield again, and just hid it out. Finally, she came and I got the kill, 14 all! This was it! I needed to win here, but I wasn't gonna leave, so I got in my hiding spot again and waited. This time, however, I was foiled. She knew where to go, so when I was about to kill her with the hammer she got a last-minute shotgun round in me for the win. 15-14.

I stood there in awe, and all I could spew out is, "Damn..."

She, of course, was cheering, "WOOOO! How's it feel?" among a plethora of more trash talk afterwards. After a few games online after that, she turned off the TV and we started talking more. We started clicking more an more, and I really thought this would end up well. Out of curiosity, I checked the time on my phone and it read 11:08PM.

"DAMN! I lost track of time, I need to call my parents! Hold on a sec, k?" I exclaimed

"Sure, it's cool."

I called my mom and no answer. Damn I thought She must be asleep. I wasn't even gonna call my dad.

"What's wrong Dave, you look upset." she said

"Oh, well, everyone at my house is asleep. I can't tell my mom where I am or anything...she might be worried."

"Hey, you're an adult, you can have a bit of fun without your parents knowing now and then, can't you?"

"Heh, I guess. Still, though, I like to let them know where I am."

"Well, leave a message, you don't wanna go home just yet do you? I don't wanna just spend another few hours bored before I go to bed. Besides, I don't have work tomorrow, I'm tryin to have fun tonight, cause I can finally stay up late."

"Huh...I don't have work tomorrow either."

"Really? Cool! You should chill over here the night!"

"Well...uh...I guess I could."

"Yeah! You should, c'mon..."

"Um...you know what? Why not, this is the most fun I've had in a while, I'm just gonna leave my mom a voicemail real quick."

"Yaaaay!"

I called my house, and after a few rings, it went to voicemail, as I thought, I guess everyone really was asleep. "Hey mom," I said into the phone, "I went over a friend's house after work, and I'm gonna stay here for a while, sorry about not calling you. I'm gonna stay here the night, so don't expect me home, k? Bye."

"Alright!" she said.

"Hey, a little bit embarrassing, but where should I dump my diaper at? I kinda got lazy.."

"Awwwww! How cute! There's a trashcan in the bathroom that I use for it. It's essentially a diaper pail"

"Alright, I'll just go--"

"Wait! You still wanna...uh, wear, don't ya?"

"Uh, yeah, if you don't mind giving me one of yours..."

"My what? C'mon now, it's just us, you can say 'diaper' here!"

"One of your diapers then, heh."

"I'll do you one better, c'mon."

She led me into her room and turned on the light. Astonishing was the only word that came to mind when she turned that light on. Her room was a full-out baby's room. Crib, changing table, and pastel pink all over the walls. There was a stack of the fluffy diapers that she was wearing next to the table, and it was just...amazing.

"Wow." that's all I could manage

"Yeah, I know, right? I go hard."

"Looks like it."

"Now, lay down on the table."

"Huh?"

"Oh, come on, I'm POSITIVE that you've never had someone change you before, other than when you were a baby."

"What? Uh, no, I haven't, but..." Is this real? She really WANTS to change me I thought "I donno, we just--"

"Oh, come on, I was hoping you'd let me, so, um...you could change me, too."

"R-really?"

"Well, yeah, I've never met someone who I could trust to do that for me... and you're the only one besides people I don't know online who know I wear diapers, and I'd really like it if you would change me...C'mon, change-for-change."

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