:: Troye ::
Slowly, pee filled my pull-up, leaking out of me. I couldn't hold it anymore, and gave up. Urine flooded my diaper, so loud you could hear in pooling up.
Rix looked at me, asking, "are you alright." Then, the worst thing that could ever happen happened. He looked down, seeing a wet spot forming on the front of my jeans.
He tried to grab a hold of me, but I had already taken off to his bathroom. I ran up the stairs, embarrassed beyond belief, and quickly found the bathroom. I locked the door, sitting against it.
I can't believe this happened to me, when I was finally having a nice date with a nice boy. Tears stained my cheeks as I finished relieving myself into my pants. Wetness covered my whole butt and a patch on the front of my jeans.
While I was still lightly crying, I heard a light knock on the door. "Hey, Troye.. It's okay, please open the door, I promise I'm not upset or think your weird," said Rix's angelic voice.
I closed my eyes, but didn't have to power to open the door. I didn't want him to know, I didn't want to be judged. The he spoke again. "Please, Troye. I'll help you, it's going to be okay. I won't judge you, things like this happen. Please, I need to see you again."
I unlocked the door, scooting toward the sink and putting my face over my knees. Rix quickly opened the door, kneeling down and wrapping me in his arms. He cooed in my ear, hugged me even though I had just wet myself on his coach.
"W-w-why aren't y-you m-mad?" I managed to ask through my tears. He wiped them off of my cheeks, frowning at the stains forming.
"I'd never be mad at you. I know this isn't your fault, you couldn't control it," he told me, hugging me again. Much to my surprise, he let go, looking at me for a second.
Then, he put his hand on the front of my jeans, pushing down onto my pull-up. I blushed fiercely, but didn't protest. He then said, "hey, it's okay. I have a secret to show you too."
I looked at him nervously as he took my hand in his. With is other hand, he unbuttoned and unzipped this jeans, and I almost passed out at what I saw. He was wearing a diaper.
I stared at him, confused out of my mind. He brought my hand to the thick padding, rubbing it over the front. I couldn't help but smile at how perfect this whole situation was, even dream like.
"I have to wear them, I have a weak bladder, but I've come to really like them," he told me pulling me close and hugging me again. "I want you to know that I'd never judge on something like this, and don't want you to keep any secrets from me. Okay?"
I nodded, replying, "I promise. Thank you so much." He smiled, lightly kissing the top of my head.
"Let's take you into my room, do you have anymore diapers?" He asked me.
"No, I-I used them at school today," I told him.
"That's okay, you can wearing one of mine. You can borrow some pants too," he stated. All I could do was nod as he stood up, picked me up into his arms and carried me into his bedroom.
It felt so nice to be secure in his arms. I sighed when he set me down, feeling empty with the loss of his warmth. He moved over to his closet, and open the door. Inside was lots of clothes, but the shelf at the bottom held many adult diapers, wipes and baby powder.
When he returned, I smiled shyly, reaching out for the supplies. "What?" He asked, setting the stuff next to me. "You don't want me to change you?"
I blushed, realizing he was really going to change me. I managed to say, "o-oh okay, I'd l-like that a l-lot."
He smiled, laying my back onto his bed and unbuttoning my wet jeans. He was so good at changing me, but I tried to focus on not getting a boner.
He slide my pants to the floor, throwing them over into his laundry basket. "I'm sure you'll be coming back, I'll clean them and you can have them back," he said, and I nodded. He wants me to come back?!
Rix ran his hand over the front of the soaked pull-up, surely looking at the girly butterfly on the front. "They are all I can get," I told him.
"It's okay, might be a bit small on you, but they make you look handsome," he told me. I smiled, and he slide the pull-up off. He threw it away as cold air surrounded my cock. I bite my lip as he started to wipe me, no doubt getting a hard on.
When he was done wiping, my dick stood straight up, and I held back small whimpers that wanted to escape. He didn't do much, just powdered me very thoroughly. Then, he rubbed his hand over my hard member, precum coating his hand. I moaned lightly, covering my mouth and blushing terribly.
"It's okay, baby. I like hearing your moans, I get like this when I'm changed to. But I never help myself out," he tells me, and a shiver runs down. Is he going to 'help me out'?
He wrapped his warm hand around my cock, lightly stroking it. Then, he started going faster, and I moaned loudly. Soon, I came all over his hand. Rix grabbed another wipe, cleaning me up and slipping on the diaper. It was so thick, but I loved it!
He then slid on a pair of gray sweatpants, which were very big on me since he was 6"2 and I was only 5"8.
I didn't mind though because he quickly sat next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and whispering, "I'm so glad I met you."
I sighed contently, and said, "thank you, Rix. I love being changed, and am so glad you are so caring and considerate."
He kissed my head again, and I ached for his soft lips to be on mine. But he moved farther into bed, pulling off his sweatpants and shirt before slipping under his covers.
I crawl over to him, leaning down and hugging him before standing up. "I have to go home, my parents come home from their business trip tonight," I tell him truthfully.
"Okay, sleep tight," he tells me, hugging me good bye.
As I grab my bag and start to walk out of his room, Rix stops me by calling my name. I turn around, and he quickly asks, "will you be my boyfriend, Troye Silvers?"
What do you think!! Still a cliff hanger, but I'm pretty sure you'll know his answer. Please comment, share and vote on this story, I really love writing it and getting feedback!
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Living The Little Life (TBDL)
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