Legally Diapered


So, this is something I've been working on. The opening chapter is intentionally vague, and the full details will start to come into focus in the following couple chapters The whole story is based off of true events; kind of a Roman à clef, if you will. I have the second chapter almost written, just need to polish it off tonight.

So, here it goes. Feedback welcome.
Chapter 1
“Wait a minute, wait a what?”

“I wear diapers.”

She looked at me with a gaze of puzzled amusement, and began laughing. “No you don’t.” She laughed as she took a sip off her cocktail. “I don’t believe you.”
“I’m serious,” I told her, taking a sip off my own cocktail. “I wear diapers.”

“Seriously?” Her eyes lit up as she chuckled.

“Seriously.” I dead-panned.

She leaned back across the loveseat she was sprawled across. “I don’t believe you.”

She sat up and eyed me slyly. “Ok, Pampers or Huggies?”

“Pampers.” I laughed at how absurd it must have sounded.

“Liar.” She laughed.

“No, I’m serious,” I smirked. “I mean, look at me, I’m super skinny. The majority of the youth today are overweight, it only makes sense there would be some overlap.”

“I guess,” she raised her eyebrows and took another drink. “But I still don’t believe you.”

“Well, I’m not bullshitting you, I assur..”

She interjected. “Show me.”

“Show you what?” I asked.

“Your Pampers, or whatever, you said you have to wear them, so you should have one on right now then, right?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “That’s what I’ve been saying.”

“Well,” she smiled mischievously, “then let’s see it.”

“Seriously?” I asked.

“Seriously.” She sipped the last drop of the mojito.

“Well, alright then,” I stood up, footing a little off owing to the copious amounts of rum that had been consumed that warm afternoon. I loosened my belt, and dropped my Levis. There, clad around my waist, was a Pampers Swaddlers Size 7 that oddly seemed to fit.

“Holy shit,” She got wild-eyed, but her tone of voice never changed. “You were serious.”

“I told you,” I said, still standing there.

She leaned back into the chair. “This is...interesting.”

“You have no idea,” I remarked, laughing. “No idea.”

I bent down to pull my pants back up.

“No,” she sat up, “no, leave them off.”

“What?” I asked, “why?”

“I just, well, I just never see something like this, and I'm honestly intrigued, and besides,” she laughed, “then I can see if you need a change.” Her laughter continued.
I couldn’t tell if she was serious, or not. What a weird day this had been.

“Sit down, though, have a drink, you don’t have to pose.”

I bent my ass out toward her and looked over my shoulder in some kind of strange attempt at a fashion pose.

She laughed. I laughed. I sat down.

She stood up, “Hold on, hold on, let me go grab us another couple drinks.”

I wasn’t opposed and sort of nodded. I laughed to myself thinking about how absurd the current quandary I found myself in was.

A few minutes later, she reappeared with two drinks, and handed me one. “What are you smiling about?” She asked in an amused tone.

“This. This whole situation." I shook my head. "It’s patently absurd.”

“I’ll say, “ she said. “But I’ve got to know something, how? How did you end up wearing diapers?”

“Well,” I told her. “That’s kind of a long story.”
“I’ve got time,” she laughed.


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love it!! keep going!!


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Adult Baby, Diaper Lover, Babyfur
Please keep discutions on topic.


I sort of lost interest in the last couple weeks owing to being swamped with other goings on and the angry dude who was on this thread earlier. However, I finally have some free time and plan on adding additional chapters soon.


I hope you do. Your writing better than most.

Have you ever thought about writing about what it's like being IC, not AB or DL? There's not much available on that. It might help a lot of people deal with their feelings.


I hope you do. Your writing better than most.

Have you ever thought about writing about what it's like being IC, not AB or DL? There's not much available on that. It might help a lot of people deal with their feelings.
That's kind of where I'm planning on going with it. And thanks for the kind words.


There will be a new chapter tonight or tomorrow. Sorry for the delay. I graduated and I've been drunk for 3 days straight.


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There will be a new chapter tonight or tomorrow. Sorry for the delay. I graduated and I've been drunk for 3 days straight.
Good for you. You only pass so many great milestones in your life so it is always good to celebrate, just be careful... dont drink and drive.


So this chapter picks up where the 1st one left off at. The third one (which I will also have up tonight) will explain how these two know each other and background so things won’t be so vague. I just really wanted to write a vague introduction with lots of dialogue. Chapter 4 will pick up where this one leaves off.

Sorry for the delays and thank you for your continued patience.

Ch 2

“Sit, please,” she motioned for me to sit on the couch next to her. “No need to keep walking the catwalk.”

I sat down, she reached over to the coffee table and picked up a joint (it is legal here in California after all), which she lit and inhaled, and passed it to me. I reciprocated.

After a brief pause, through her exhale, she asked “So what’s the story? This isn’t some kind of weird fetish is it?”.

I laughed and smoke escaped my mouth; I took another drag to account for the spillage. For good measure, I took a second drag off the sweet sinsemilla and passed it back to her.

“Nah,” I said, “nothing like that. Yeah no, I know what you’re talking about that’s not me.”

“So why then?” She asked. “Come on, I really want to know. Quit being so mysterious. Out with it.”

I laughed. “One more drag.”

“No...not until you explain why you, a twenty-something law student, is sitting on my couch wearing Pampers.”

“Aw, c’mon, one drag. I hate talking about this.”

She relented a bit; a sort of peaceful sorrow overcame her face. “Oh, well, ok, but just one.” She grinned and handed it to me. I took one more drag, and true to word, gave it back.

“Well,” I said, “it’s actually a couple of things.” I took a drink of the cocktail, which I had almost completely forgotten about, and continued. “I was always a bedwetter growing up. Like from a young age, I had that problem.”

Her eyes became kind and sympathetic. “Oh, my sister had that problem. That can be rough.”

“Yeah,” I continued. “As a result, I grew really familiar with diapers and Pull-Ups and things like that. But thankfully, by about my 15th birthday, I grew out of it.”

“So what does that have to do with this? Are you only 16 or something?” She laughed.

“No,” I laughed. “I’m not Doogie Howser.”

“He was a doctor,” she said. “Not a Gordon Gekko acolyte.”

“Yeah. I guess. We both solve problems, and besides, once this degree is conferred, I’ll be a learned doctor, so I guess that kind of fits. Both of us, we’ll both be doctors…”

“Anyway,” I continued, “about three years ago I got jumped outside a bar by a bunch of drunken hillbilly troglodytes and was beaten within an inch of my life, all over some magazine article…” I mused.

“Oh my God,” she said. “That’s horrible..”

“Yeah,” I said. “I lived but I shouldn’t have. Somehow. Some Mexican woman who witnessed the whole thing threw bottles at my assailants and helped me to the hospital.” I took another drink, “the doctors told me I was lucky I didn’t die. I was concussed really really badly. I couldn’t read print for months. And, also, as I had landed on my back in a traumatic fashion, I suffered nerve damage that rendered me somewhat incontinent. So, given my own familiarity with diapers, it seemed like a logical choice.”

“Jesus Christ that’s horrible,” she exclaimed and shook her head. “Here, I thought it was going to be some kind of dare gone horribly awry. That’s terrible. Here, take this, take the rest of it, you deserve it.” She handed me the joint.

I feverishly inhaled the smoky goodness. I exhaled deeply. “Yeah, well, it could have been worse. I could be dead. Or like super brain damaged. Or even crippled. If Pampers are the worst thing I walk away with from that, I consider myself a winner.”

“Did they catch them?” She asked.

“Oh yeah. They did time.”
She laughed laughed. “Well, look on the bright side, I’m sure they found out all about sex in uncomfortable places during their stay there.” We both laughed.

“Why the Pampers? Why not something, I don’t know, more adult?” She continued.

“Well, after all those events, I lost a ton of weight. I was really depressed. I just couldn’t eat. Compounding it all, I was loaded on painkillers for about 2 months after all that just to deal with the headaches, and that killed any sort of appetite too. So one day, I was at the store...I had been buying adult diapers from a medical supply store and Goodnites, you know, those Pull-Ups for teenagers...and I saw they had a Size 7 diaper now. I was pretty shocked, you know? I had no idea they ran that big. I remembered as a teenager I ended up in a Size 6 diaper on more than one occasion and after all the weight loss, my weight and my teenage weight were about the same, so I thought, ‘what the hell?’ You know? .They were definitely cheaper, and I surmised more discreet. So I gave it a whirl. And they worked. So I stuck with it.”

She laughed. “That’s hilarious. Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you’re kinda cute in them.” She smiled at me.
“Thanks,” I said, “I think it makes my ass look fit.” We shared another laugh.

“Honestly,” I said, “the Pampers saved me, as weird as that sounds. I was really depressed after being relegated to diapers. The bulkiness made me super self-conscious and I’d sometimes just try to chance it without wearing them because of that, often to disastrous results.”

She laughed. “Oh my God. That’s why you peed on me during 1L year when you were sleeping over! You were hiding it! Oh my God! I feel terrible you couldn’t open up about it to me then. That must’ve been so embarassing.”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “That was it. The control has gotten worse too, so if I wasn’t wearing one now, I’d probably pee on your couch.”

She laughed. “Well, I’m glad that’s not the case this time. Honestly, though, I never expected this from you…” She mused, “Don’t take the wrong way,, but as terrible as it is,. It kind of makes you seem more, I don’t know, human. We all have problems. If it makes you feel any better, when I’m hungover and throwing up, I pee in my panties a little each time. I can’t help it. I’m sure that’s not a great reassurance, but it’s something.”

“I’m not going to judge you over it,” she said. “It’s our secret. Really. I promise. Pinky promise even.” She stuck her pinky out, and I swore mine with hers. “Look, I’ve known you for two, going on three years now. I’m not going to let the fact that you wear children’s undergarments ruin that. We’ve been through a lot together. And I honestly feel really honored you opened up to me about it all. It’s kind of flattering. Do you want to stay for dinner tonight? I was going to cook one of these food delivery things and they usually have a portion for two...I never eat it all.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, “I mean, I don’t want to be a pain in the ass.”

“Oh no, absolutely, it’s no problem.” She smiled. “I’ll get that going here in a little bit. Let me roll us another joint.”

“And I’ll make us a couple more drinks.”

I stood up and began to walk toward her counter where the liquor bottles were.

“Um, hey, uh, Chase, um, I don’t know if you know this or not, and I don’t really know how else to say this, but I think you have a wet diaper.”

I looked down. It was definitely wet. I began to turn beet red. I’d just wet my diaper in front of one of my very attractive female classmates. “Um, well, are you sure? I don’t think I...”
She interjected with a sharp laugh, which was loud as I’d heard her laugh this afternoon. “Oh my god you’re embarassed. I’m so sorry. It’s just that, my nephew wears the same ones. And your strip is blue. That generally means it’s wet, silly.”

I grew redder. I felt like I was about 3.

“It’s totally fine!” She laughed and stood up, setting the half-rolled joint on the coffee table. She embraced me a hug. “It’s Ok...It’s OK! Really. It’s an accident.” She led me back to the couch. “Here sit down. Don’t worry about the drink right now. Let me finish rolling this and you can relax a little more.”

She turned back to her handiwork. “Look, if it makes you feel any better, I shit my pants during the Community Clean Up day last year. It was terrible. So, I’ve dealt with worse things. Besides, you’re in a diaper. That’s what it’s for, right?”

“Yeah,” I smiled at the visual of some crazy pants shitting escapade involving her. “You’re right”.

“Of course I am,” She laughed. “I wish I had had one that night, believe me. Anyway, here you go.” She handed me the rolled joint. “You can have the first hit.”

I lit it and took a drag. “Thanks.”

“You’re totally welcome.” She smiled. I passed it back to her, and she took a deep drag and then stood up. “Do you have a spare diaper?” She asked.

“Yeah, In my backpack. Wipes too.” I laughed. “Why?” I asked bemused. “Do you want to wear one?”

She laughed. “No, I’ll pass on that. I was thinking you could use a change before dinner though.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I definitely should go do something about that.” I looked down; it looked even more swollen.

“Do you want some help?” She asked. “I’m really good at changing diapers. I’m from a Catholic family. I’ve changed a ton of diapers. It really doesn’t bother me.”

“If you’re seriously offering,” I said, “I’m not going to turn it down.”

“Alright,” she laughed, “let’s finish this, you get your stuff, and I’ll get you all fixed up.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, let’s do that.” I still thought she was joking.

“I’m serious. I feel bad for you. The least I can do is help you out a little with a measly diaper change.”

“Alright,” I said, taking a drag, “let’s do this.”

“Alright,” she smiled, biting her lower lip with her grin. “One sec.”

She got up and went to her bedroom and came back with a small blanket she spread on the hardwood floors. “Where’s your stuff?”

I motioned to my backpack. She unzipped it and pulled out the two spares I had and the pack of wipes, and casually tossed them onto the spread out blanket.

Her grin was wide and devilish. “Alright diaper butt, lay down on the floor. Let’s look at the damage.”

I climbed onto the floor and laid back, pulling my t-shirt up to my chest. Was this real life?