Living The Little Life (TBDL)

Chapter 2 :: My First Day

:: Troye ::

As I park my car, I look into my side view mirror to see a group of girls huddled up next to their car. When I get out of my car, they all giggle, probably gossiping. Somehow, it managed to make me squirm. I didn't like people staring at me, especially since they didn't know anything about me.

As I walk into the school, teenagers sun through the halls in a frenzy. Boys push each other into lockers, and girls gossip in groups throughout the halls.

My number one goal for the year: avoid all the idiots. The biggest mistake I made last year was joining the swimming team. One reason is because I wasn't a very good swimmer. The other reason was because I got a lot of unneeded friends.

No one needs people who hurt them. That's why I decided to keep to myself. That is, until I walked into my first hour, English.

I took a seat it the back corner, looking down at my phone illuminating a fan fiction I had been reading. That's when he showed up.

"Um-mm, is someone sitting here?" He asked, pointing to the seat next to me. I shook my head, and he quickly sat down.

He didn't seem shy, but he didn't start a conversation. I looked over at him. He didn't look familiar, but he was pretty attractive. He wore dark gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt. Even though he didn't have a lot of muscle, I could tell he tried.

His hair was a nice light shade of brown, and seemed to swoop across his face just right. He was definitely hot, way out of my league. Or, that's what I thought anyway.

"I'm Rixton, Rix for short.." He said, breaking the silence and my intense stare. I blushed, looking at my hands awkwardly.

"I-I'm Troye" I said timidly, like I was trying to hide something. He smiled at me none the less.

"Nice to meet you" he added.

The teacher walked in, and my day of hell had officially begun.

:: time skip ::

It was sixth hour, and I had somehow managed to keep my pull-up dry. I could feel my bladder burning, but quickly pushed away the pain. All I wanted is to make it one day.

I yawned, completely drained form my long day. No one gave me any trouble, but I could not stop thinking about that boy... Rix, was it?

He was kind, all his words calming me like a large blanket. I know we only talked for a short time, but I could not get him off my mind. But why would he ever talk to me?

If he ever found out my secret, I know he would run off like others have. I just hope someone with come along that can love me for me... Even if that means changing a pull-up every once and a while.

I wince, my body fighting the intense need to pee. Slowly, my cock starts to drip, and I quickly cross my legs, discretely pushing on my groin. But I couldn't hold it any longer.

My bladder lets loss, and I wet my pull-up completely. Please don't leak, I couldn't hold it, please, I prayed. I sighed contently when I look down at my jeans to see them completely dry.

I did it... I without anyone knowing!

:: time skip ::

I grin happily as the bell rings, signaling the end of the day. Yawning, I exit the classroom, eager to get home and change myself. As I exited the school, girls looked over at me and smiled. Ugh, if only they knew that my diaper was soaking and sagging.. That would keep them away for sure!

When I get into the car, I quickly pull out of the school and start off to my house. Once I'm parked in the street in front of my house, I grab my bag fast and run up to my room.

I lock the door, sighing as I feel free again. I quickly pull off my pants, exposing my soaked pull-up. You have to punish yourself, Troye. You have to make it longer than that, I told myself.

I lay on my bed, mentally deciding to use my diaper one last time. Before I lay down to watch a show, I quickly pop two laxatives into a bottle and drink it up fast.

As I'm watching my favorite cartoon, Scooby Doo, my stomach growls loudly. Suddenly, I feel myself farting.

Then, it hit.

Hot liquid filled my diaper, my bum covered, and pull-up nearly exploding. I got up and walked to my bathroom, setting up my changing station and I finished doing my business in my diaper.

When I'm finally a done, I slowly pull down the pull up. I'm very dirty, and it takes almost fifteen wipes to clean up my prince parts.

I sigh in happiness as I pull on a fresh pull-up, the small absorbent hugging my body. When I finally get settled into bed, I pull out my phone to see a comment on my Twitter.

From Rixon Hark: Hello, Troye :)

Yay, chapter 2 is done! I'm so happy to be publishing this story, I like it a lot! Please share, comment, vote, etc. I love everyone who reads, and love to hear feedback! Thanks for reading, loves.