College Diaper Bet - ABDL

"Yes, Sir!"

Danny tossed and turned all night long, unaccustomed to the feeling of his diaper. In the morning, he woke up with a strong need to pee so he grabbed one of the plainer diapers, one printed with colorful alphabet and number blocks, and headed to the bathroom. There was already a first-year shaving in front of a mirror who, upon seeing Danny dressed in a onesie and diaper, asked, "Are you sure you're in the right place?"

Danny just ignored him and went into one of the stalls. He unsnapped his onesie, took off the diaper Laila had put him in, and finally went pee in the toilet. He was smiling, feeling triumphant, before he realized that he was proud because he hadn't wet himself which suddenly made him feel embarrassed. That should be a pretty low standard for a twenty-year-old to meet. But maybe not him, a critical voice said. Maybe he should feel all the pride of the world for holding his pee-pee in like a big boy. 

He finished peeing and then put his fresh diaper on, conscious of how loud the process was with the crinkling plastic and tapes. When Danny emerged from the stall, holding the old diaper, the first-year sarcastically asked, "Do you feel all better with a fresh diaper on?"

Danny just ignored him and returned to his room, throwing the old diaper in the Diaper Genie. He got back into bed, not planning to fall asleep, but gradually drifted off again. 

"Crap, Danny, you've got to get up!"

Danny rubbed his eyes and yawned as Mark was pulling down his bedcovers.

Mark came over and started shaking him, "Come on, hurry up, you're going to be late to your English class."

"Okay, okay," Danny said. 

But Mark didn't wait. He grabbed Danny's hand and pulled him up and onto his feet. 

"Are you dry right now?" Mark asked.

"Yes I am!" Danny said, again sounding more proud than he had wanted.

It didn't matter though, because Mark still unsnapped the onesie and then actually put his hand on the front of Danny's diaper...suddenly, unexpectedly, Danny felt warm, tingling, and a bit excited! Mark seemed to notice too, giving Danny a knowing glance before removing his hand and saying, "Okay, seems like Mr. Liar-Liar, Diaper-on-Fire is telling the truth for once."

Danny was confused, uncertain, but Mark simply re-snapped the onesie, saying Danny could just wear that today. 

"I can't only wear this," Danny protested. 

Mark was already in the closet though, and selected a pair of light-washed shortalls. 

"Oh please not those," Danny said.

But Mark ignored Danny and selected a pair of Blue's Clues plastic pants. He pulled the plastic pants up Danny's legs and then had Danny put on the shortalls. 

Danny felt ridiculous. The shortalls only went a bit past mid-thigh and had a low side-cut so Danny's plastic pants were visible and, again, it was obvious he was wearing a onesie and not a regular shirt. He felt like a little tot being dressed by his daddy. Mark then picked up Danny's pastel blue backpack, grabbed Danny's hand, and pulled Danny into the hall and out of the dorm.

Danny finally pulled his hand back but continued walking a bit behind Mark, trying to keep up. 

"Now we've got to get you a quick breakfast, then you can go to class."

Danny hadn't even had a chance to comb his hair and was worried he still had bedhead. They stopped at a student café and Mark ordered Danny an egg sandwich and a large coffee. They found a table for two and Mark unwrapped and handed the sandwich to Danny. Other students with early classes periodically glanced and smiled at Danny but he focused on his bites.