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—THE FIRST DAY—
As Dylan pushed the last clothes-filled drawer back into the wardrobe, he let out a sigh. Finally, after hours of unpacking and organizing, the move was over. And now, the young man’s new life could begin.
It wasn’t easy to convince his parents to let him live alone. Still, getting a scholarship at one of the country’s top universities was one hell of an argument. Although money would remain a bit of a problem, even with his parents covering his rent and helping with his living expenses for a while.
That said, he was confident it wouldn’t be too hard to find a job. And while the thought of becoming a cashier or a mall vendor didn’t quite appeal to him, it was still better than having to go back home.
Now, the freshly turned college student loved and was very grateful to his parents. But for a while now he wanted, even needed, true privacy. The kind that can’t exist when a closed door is mostly a suggestion to be ignored by a well meaning parent.
That is also why he didn’t want to live at the campus dorms, and instead searched for a student’s house that would allow him to have his own bedroom. And while his current place was at best described as “good enough”, it did check his most pressing box.
As for the reason he desired such privacy…
With everything in its place, everything related to the university sorted out, and classes only starting in a couple days, all that was left was to enjoy his newfound freedom. Well, that, and to put his plans into action.
Moving through the bedroom, Dylan reached out to his old backpack. Shaking a bit with excitement, he opened the zipper and rummaged through the interior pulling out a soft white rectangle: a simple, pure white, disposable diaper.
Dylan is a diaper lover, a term he himself took quite a while to find out. And for a long time now he has been waiting for the opportunity to live out his fetish in full.
– Now… let’s see…
Mumbling to himself, he unfolds the diaper, pulling it open while taking in the crackling sounds and that familiar odor. Back at home he would try to be as discreet as possible, but now who cares if someone in another room hears that plastic sound?
Laying the open diaper on his bed, he took off his clothes as quickly as he could, pausing only for a moment to admire his lean, smooth body. Keeping himself shaved was quite the hassle, but it was worth the effort in his book.
Hopping on the bed with his butt over the back of the diaper, he had to fight with his growing erection to be able to pull the front of the diaper and tape the sides. The familiar embrace of the soft, protective material only being supplanted by his joy in the knowledge that he didn’t have to worry about someone barging in his room and “catching” him.
Taking in the image of himself laying in bed with nothing but a diaper, Dylan let his hands explore the plastic material, running them over the sides, over his butt, in between his legs, and, of course, over the still-pure-white front of the diaper. A small tent forming as his fingers kept running the length of his penis, from the base to the head, before pressing down and back to the base again.
In any way you saw it, Dylan’s dick would be considered on the smaller side. But rather than having this a source of trauma, he was actually quite happy with his “tool”, thinking it fit quite well with his fetish.
Eventually, however, he knew he had to stop his hands. He wanted nothing more than to keep rubbing at the tip of his dick through the soft plastic of the fresh diaper, or maybe even turn around and hump the bed until he fills the diaper with his semen.
The problem, unfortunately, was that this one was his very last diaper. Letting himself cum now would mean having to take the diaper off, so he reluctantly pulled his hands away. There was still a lot more he wanted to do before having to “change”.
Rising from the bed, and with the ever present feel of the diaper between his legs, he paced himself to the nearby desk, where his laptop sat atop.
If he wanted to live his diaper lover fantasies, Dylan knew very well he would need a lot more than a single diaper. Fortunately, between odd jobs and temporary positions he managed to save a decent sum during his high school years. Not enough to pay for his living expenses, but still enough to get some… “stuff”.
Hopping from site to site, his first purchase was, of course, a couple diapers. He didn’t have the money yet for more than a couple packs of a cheaper brand, so his dreams of having a full wardrobe of ABDL specialized diapers, with cute prints and baby-ish colors, would have to wait. But it was a start!
Next came the necessary supplies for changes. Wet wipes, baby powder, baby oil, all stuff he would need to wear diapers regularly and not get rashes. Even more so if he planned to keep shaving himself smooth.
These supplies wouldn’t last forever, so the excitement of the purchases were somewhat tainted by the nagging escort bursa memory of having to find a job as soon as possible. Well, at least the last item he probably wouldn’t need to replace anytime soon.
One of his biggest fantasies was to sleep in a diaper, and maybe even wet it in his sleep. That, however, carried a big risk of leaking and wetting the bed, which would have been a hard “no” in a rented room.
Of course, he brought his own sheets and pillow from home, so those wouldn’t be a problem to “ruin”. The mattress, however, was another problem entirely, and would need some protection if he wanted to live his fantasies with a clear conscience.
And so, the last thing he placed in his virtual shopping cart was the very best plastic sheet he could afford. That did cause him to think he would have to be careful if he ever brought someone into his room, but oh well, wouldn’t that be true to all else too?
Finally, all that was left was to choose a date for delivery and then part ways with his hard earned money.
***
Over the next hour or two, Dylan took to familiarizing himself with his surroundings by looking up the student’s house on a map.
Of course, he had already done so a couple times before over the days leading to his move, but there was no harm done in reminding himself where the nearest groceries shop, the nearest supermarket or the nearest mall were… not to mention the way to his university.
He also did a quick search for jobs in the area, even if he wasn’t planning on any serious job search for at least a couple days. Unsurprisingly nothing caught his attention, but he knew he had time.
And on the topic of time, it was only when his stomach started rumbling that he finally looked at the clock.
Now, Dylan wouldn’t call himself a “morning person”. He was, however, a firm believer in the idea that what is important should be done as soon as possible, to free time later for whatever one wants.
Because of that, his move happened quite early in the morning, and he then spent the next few hours putting everything in place – and then putting on his diaper. So he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, and it was now almost 2pm!
– No wonder I’m starving…
Closing down his laptop and getting up from his chair, he had to rescue the discarded clothes from the floor to cover up his diaper.
He was always planning on eating out, as he wanted to go get at least one pack of diapers for the next couple days, until his order arrived. And so, now with his clothes on, he crossed the street towards the closest bus stop, thinking about visiting the nearby mall.
Now, this was not his first time going out in a diaper. In fact, one of the many ways he found to be able to use one without his parents knowing was to use them outside, where it would be easy to dispose of them later. Still, it’s not like he was doing that every other day
As such, he was still quite conscious of the volume between his legs, or the crickling sounds at every step, or the feeling of the diaper when sitting down on the bus seat. And while he tried to dismiss it by either telling himself no one knew he was diapered, or by saying it wouldn’t matter even if they did, he still felt a little nervous – and a little horny – at the thought.
Maybe it was due to he stopping himself earlier, but during this little trip to the mall his mind would wander to quite perverse places – like fantasizing of being in that bus in nothing but his diaper, humping the side of a seat like crazy, while those around watched and laugh, scorn, and film him.
Yeah, Dylan had quite the masochistic bone, especially for public humiliation play, and his fantasies did tend to get more extreme the hornier he was. Still, he tried to control himself, least he ended up “wetting” his current diaper.
Once out of the bus it was much easier to keep his mind away from the thing between his legs (no, not his diaper!).
He went to the mall, picked something to eat and drink, and was fortunately brought back from the brink of starvation – or so it felt for him, anyway. Next was stopping at a pharmacy to get at least one new pack of diapers, and it ended up going smoother than he thought.
He was still a bit nervous handing the money to the cashier while holding his pack of 8 pure white disposable diapers, but at least now he knew better than to try and mumble some unprompted excuse about how they were for his grandma or something, like he had done the first couple times in his life he tried to get them.
And so there he was, a college freshman walking the mall in a diaper and carrying a pack of them with him.
***
When he left the mall it was still just barely after 5pm, and so he pondered his options. He could just catch another bus back, but he could also walk the distance, as the student’s house wasn’t really that far away. And while the bus would be quicker, he ultimately decided to walk.
This decision, however, görükle escort had nothing to do with seeing the scenery.
By now it had been quite some time since Dylan used the bathroom. And while he wasn’t the type to drink a lot, he could still feel the urge to pee growing on him. Nothing that would make him shake around, but enough to be noticeable.
Now, he wasn’t particularly interested in desperation play, and would rather wet his diaper on purpose than to wait until he felt his bladder was about to explode. That said, the longer one holds the more they will do when the pressure is lifted, so for someone like him it was all about finding the right balance.
And that, it seems, came around the halfway point of his walk, when the region’s park came into view.
Going through it was actually the longer route, but it offered something Dylan quite wanted now: a little bit of cover.
Meandering through the beaten path, he took notice that not many people were around. Something understandable, given it was the middle of the week, and also something that worked quite in favor of his now full bladder.
Stopping near a tree, he leaned to its side and pulled his phone out, pretending to look at something. And then, right as a runner passed in front of him, he relaxed his bladder, letting his pee go. He was finally wetting his diaper!
It started as just some drabbles that quickly became a true stream. Due to his multiples hard-ons throughout the day his penis was very much in an upwards position, and so he could feel much of the warm piss hitting his body and trickling down his skin, before being absorbed by the diaper. Or, at least, he hoped all would be, but you never know with those cheap brands.
Not that the thought of actually wetting his pants as his diaper fails to contain all his pee didn’t arouse him, especially considering he would still have quite the walk home in those wet pants. Still, it remained in the realm of fantasy, as the diaper did a pretty good job when the stream was finally over.
Immediately he could feel his breath quickens as another kind of warmth started growing in his diaper. He was getting quite hard, and this time he was planning to fully enjoy himself.
Once he was confident the pee had all been absorbed, Dylan went back on his walk, this time doing another detour in the direction of the park’s bathrooms. The feeling of the wet diaper pressing against his body keeping him on the edge almost by itself.
The male bathroom only had 3 stalls, with a single urinal to add. And, of course, it was completely empty.
Not wasting any time, Dylan entered a stall. He removed his shirt, folding it the best he could and placing it on top of the diaper pack at the floor. As for his pants, letting them drop to his ankles was good enough.
Sitting on the toilet, he ran his hands over the now heavy diaper, squinching, pressing and rubbing all places he could reach.
He thought about his current position, wearing just a wet diaper in a public bathroom, with a clear tent on the front that his hands refused to let go. There was no excuse for his actions right now: he was just a pervert getting off on a piss filled diaper.
Maybe he should unlock the stall, open it wide and moan out loud in hopes someone would enter the bathroom and catch him blowing his load on his diaper. Or maybe he should just take off all his clothes and leave the bathroom, go to the middle of the park and start humping some table or bench until he came, all the while shocked park visitors watched. Or maybe…
– Fuck!
Taken beyond the edge by a combination of his hands and his fantasies, Dylan felt his orgasm come, shooting load after load in his diaper while trying to stifle a moan.
And then, just as quickly as it came, it was over. Dylan was left panting over one of the best orgasms he had in a while, and for a couple minutes he just stayed there, taking in what he had done – not just now, but during this whole day.
Finally, however, he knew he should get going. It did sadden him to have to take off his diaper, as he loved the feeling of being wet. Still, this time he knew things were different, and that he finally would be able to wear a new one whenever he pleased.
Of course, this could mean “now”, as the pack of fresh diapers was right by his side. Still, it would be better to save them for after he could clean himself more thoroughly.
And so, for now, he just took his used one off, using the stalls toiled paper to dry himself as best as he could, before then pulling his pants back up and his shirt back on.
He still had to walk quite a bit to get back to his new room, but he didn’t mind. The weather was nice, the sun was still high, and he had just came a fuckload in his pissed diaper. Just a really nice day!
—A KNOCK ON THE DOOR—
The next couple days passed like a blur for the young man.
Dylan had moved into his new room on a Thursday, and outside of his little excursion on that same day he had remained inside, only leaving his room to get the food he ordered.
He was mostly cautious with his diaper usage, for a couple reasons. The first one being a slight fear of rashes, that made him avoid using multiple diapers in a day. At most he would use two, one before and one after a good shower.
Then there was his desire to sleep diapered and wet himself that remained unfulfilled, as he wasn’t going to risk a leak and ruining the mattress.
Finally, he very much avoided going outside his room with his diaper showing, despite, for now, being the only person in the student’s house. The owner of the property did have a key to the place, obviously, and while he wasn’t the type to show up unannounced, Dylan didn’t want to take any chances.
Things did change a bit on Saturday evening, however, when several quite large packs were delivered to the house. All the stuff Dylan bought two days prior.
The main thing, of course, were the couple packs of diapers, with enough to last for a while so long as he was smart with their use. Something that might be a problem, actually, as he now also had access to all he would need to start changing his diapers, being able to clean himself properly after using one and before putting on another.
Finally there was the plastic sheet, the protection he needed to feel more secure in using diapers to bed – as well as wetting them.
Quite excited, he organized all his new stuff into his wardrobe, and then covered the bed’s mattress with a plastic sheet. By now, evening was becoming noon, and so he decided to have a little fun with his new “toys”.
Placing an open, fresh diaper over his bed, he quickly got out of his clothes and, with the necessary stuff in hand, laid his butt over the back of the diaper.
First came the wet wipes. He knew they weren’t necessary (yet!), but still wanted the full experience. The cold, soft material on his skin already making his boner pop.
A bit of baby oil was next, with Dylan making sure to coat the areas he knew would eventually be wet in another way entirely. And to finish it all, he applied a generous amount of baby to his lower region, before then pulling the front of the diaper and taping the sides. Finally, he was ready for his first night as an actual diaper boy.
And then there was a knock on his door.
—
The student’s house Dylan was staying in would be best described as “good enough”.
It wasn’t close to the university’s campus, but it wasn’t really that far either. It was a lot less convenient than a dorm, but it offered privacy and had very few rules. It was somewhat big, an older residential house that was bought and reformed to fit six (admittedly small) bedrooms over its two floors, plus a living room, a kitchen and two toilets. But that space, obviously, would have to be shared.
Based on what the owner of the property had told Dylan, the place would be empty for a while still. Out of the prior residents, two had graduated the year prior, with a third one dropping out and going back home.
So when Dylan heard the knock on his door, he froze. Laying in bed in nothing but a diaper, he was sure he must be hearing things. That is, until he heard the knock again.
– Hello? Who ‘s there? – Dylan managed to say, still not sure of what to expect.
– Hey dude, name’s Mark! – A youthful voice replied from the other side of the door – Since we’re going to be house mates, I thought of saying hi!
– Oh. Hum, sure. Just… Give me a second!
– Sure man, no problem!
“House mates…” Dylan searched in his memory as he tried to get dressed quickly. He knew there was still one other guy renting a room at the house, but he was told the guy had gone back to his parent’s house and wouldn’t be back until the start of the semester.
“Which would be… The day after tomorrow. Right. Fuck!”
Cursing himself mentally for not having the foresight that the other guy could be back before the actual first day of classes, or that he too would have a key to the house, Dylan finished putting back his clothes and went to open the door.
He was greeted by a pretty tall guy, quite lean and with disheveled hair, using some knee length shorts and a simple t-shirt, and giving him a big, warm smile.
– Hey man, sorry, hope I’m not bothering you. I’m Mark, and my room is just downstairs.
Mark offered his hand to Dylan, which he took. “Quite the firm handshake for someone that doesn’t appear to be that strong,” he thought.
– Don’t worry, I was just a bit surprised. I’m Dylan.
– Yeah, I can imagine. But since the owner had told me someone had rented a room and would already be here, I thought it was better to come say hi than to wait for us to just bump into each other when having to piss or something.
– Oh, hum, yeah, I guess that makes sense.
– Well, anyway, I will stop pestering you now. But hey, if you need anything, feel free to ask! I’m going into my third year here now, so if you have any questions or need help with something, just hit me up.
– Thanks for the offer. I… hum… Me too. I mean, if I can help with anything, just knock on my door.
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