In a dark room lit only by the dim glow of monitors and the exposed hardware of PCs yawned a droopy-eyed boy.
He had uploaded to the PawChat window the latest pinnacle of his efforts: a full body model made for an old pal of his. While they kept their interests…relatively separate, Grey’s latest work had taken him places unexpected.
The artist grumbled as he set about closing the reference tabs. All of the cherry faces of cartoon characters printed on diapers (“Fucking diapers, man,” he seethed) seemed to wave goodbye at him after closing out each one.
It’s not that the diapers themselves were the problem. It was that only after a few minutes of browsing for references, Grey had been DROWNING in a deluge of ads. Many chose to even pop up with noisy claims from the models:
“I MAKE BIG POOPOOS AND SO CAN YOU YOUS!”
“My diapers make MOMMY and ME SMILE!”
“Uh oooh…I think YOU need a change too!”
And after an unbroken four hours work binge, Grey was tired. Their playlist hadn’t even helped much thanks to the constant infantile interruptions. But finally he leaned back in his chair and saw 1-Up-Pup begin to type back.
His arms fell back in his chair, puffing away a lock of hair while staring up at the ceiling. Grey’s mind began to wander, smiling at the thought of what to use his latest commission surplus for. His favorite sushi came to mind, the fattiest tuna roll all his for the ordering…
Boop-Bop!
Grey turned his head downwards back to the screen.
1-Up-Pup: OHHH my gosh!! You finished it already?! 👀
He wheeled back to his desk, stomach growling at the thought of sushi still. Ellery’s icon, a pink cartoon dog with a gargantuan pacifier in its mouth, stared back with teary eyes.
Grey4Pay: Yeah dude. All wrapped up. Want me to stream a last look over or edits?
1-Up-Pup: Mmmmmaybe…does it
1-Up-Pup: Does it do the thing 🥺
Grey groaned aloud, running both palms down his face before responding.
Grey4Pay: Yep. I won’t make you say it.
1-Up-Pup: …but you cooooould 😳
Grey smiled, half in disbelief but half in genuine fondness.
Grey4Pay: Yeah, Ell. It shows you POOPING your DIAPER when you want it to.
Despite it mostly being for Ellery, Grey couldn’t help but feel satisfied at the keysmash that came next. Even if diapers were a fad they dodged, Grey knew little more drew Ell wild than someone not into diapers teasing him for wearing them. Despite the frequent plumbing issues, Grey was just fine using a toilet, unlike most other young adults who had grown up diapered most of their lives.
A part of him cringed at the thought of having to be changed during class like his friends growing up. Like Ellery, who had finished his flood of random keys.
1-Up-Pup: You’re the BESTEST!!
1-Up-Pup: um…are you staying up later?
Grey4Pay: Sure, but I’m done with work. Probably going to chill outttt.
Grey4Pay: …
Grey4Pay: Sure, lol, we can sleep on call again. You BABY. Let me get ready.
He giggled seeing the cheering dog gif Ellery sent next. Then, he got up to get ready for bed. The ritual for him was incredibly complex, requiring many steps before precious, sacred sleep could claim him.
Grey kicked off his sweat pants, stumbled for his phone, and fell on top of his bed. As always, his earbuds had found their way under his pillow. Both went in his ears. By the sound of things, Ellery had already called. Grey picked up, smiling at the puppy icon.
“Hiii!” chirped Ellery, cheery despite the late hour. Grey mumbled back a hello, flopping onto his stomach.
“Thank you thank you thank you!” Ellery gushed, helpless to contain his excitement. “You made my dog so CUTE, Grey! You’re like actually magic, ugh. You always know just how to take stuff out of my head and make it like…like a thing!”
Grey beamed tiredly, sending a blowing kiss emoji to their chat. “No sweat. But hey, quite down a little okay?” To soften the request, they added in a quieter tone, “Or you’re going to have to put in your…your uh…”
“Binky?”
“Yeah! That thing. Do you—wait.”
Grey dragged out the question, able to hear Ellery squirm through the phone. “Do you…like sleep with it in? Y’know like a—“
“NOOO!…No…”
“Sure you don’t.” Grey yawned again, scratching at his recently shaved chin. “Sure you…oh, man wow.”
“You’re eepie?”
Grey nodded a response. “You wanna play something? I just…all those ads man, getting past ad block. Do you have that problem?”
“Nooo, but I’m ad-free on Spots! Here I’ve got just the playlist…OH, hehe not that one…”
After a few minutes of fading in and out, Ellery yawning, finally the buddy on the other side of the screen muttered, “Oh this. It’ll be fine…”
Grey’s eyes shut closed.
Faint music was playing from somewhere. Something vaguely heroic, bright brass instruments accented by lasers and cheers. He rolled over, some kind of cushion beneath him. His hands brushed against some dangling objects, the clattering grabbing his attention.
Little laser guns, rockets and stars of all colors. Grey reached up, running clumsy fingers over them. He…remembered these.
Just like he remembered the…the thing in his mouth.
He was the same size but everything felt…bigger? Or made for his size. But he couldn’t worry about it.
There was something so comfy and soft between his legs. Something that felt like he…didn’t have to pay attention to. But it was something he also couldn’t ignore. Something that he thought was important.
Grey tried to lean up, but found that was just a bit too much at the moment. He couldn’t see the television but that was okay too. It might not have been time to watch it yet. And he was comfortable. Moving wasn’t something he had to do yet.
The boy could move his legs, just a bit upward. Something made a silly sound when he did. Oh! Those were his um…his toes! He could see them! And his…
Grey looked around the room. Toys were scattered all around, an empty cup plastered with suited heroes lay drained next to him. He grinned ear to ear—the silver one! The super secret Hero who joined the team later…that one was his favorite.
But in the room was also a man. He was seated on the couch, reading over something Grey couldn’t make out. He could see the cover but…the words seemed to shift and mess up.
It was best not to try reading it. The book wasn’t his. It wasn’t for him.
He tried to make some sound, say hello.
“Gwah…hwuhhh…”
The man looked at him and Grey felt his heart skip a beat. He was handsome, with kindly eyes that radiated a tenderness Grey hadn’t felt since…so long. His arms looked so…welcoming. Even though they were under a thick knit sweater.
“Hey! Hey buddy…”
Grey felt something stir, legs pressing together at the tone. A blush crept to his cheeks, unable to hide the important thing between his legs. But it…why did he think he had to hide it?
It was normal. It was okay to not think about it for now.
The man leaned over Grey, cupping his chin tenderly. Grey had read similar things so many times before but—
Reading was hard, wasn’t it? At least…they thought so now. Reading and thinking both were—
A palm settled on Grey’s tummy. He wiggled at the sudden touch, but was rooted in place. The next question set a floaty warmth…elsewhere.
“Ohhh…you’ve been a good boy?”
Grey didn’t question why he was being asked. He nodded.
“That’s right. You’ve been a good boy?”
Grey gasped as that hand moved lower, a trail of warmth following its path. Down, down, down to his…
“Right! You’ve been a good boy. You’re going to BE a good boy.”
It was there. Right there. Right on top of Grey’s own diaper. Pressing. Tightening and coaxing. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt—warm, tender, squishy. The weight shifted and moved with his parts in ways he never could have imagined. Up and down, that bulk moved and sent shivers up his arching back.
And it was…meant to be this way. Surrounded by toys. The faintest, nostalgic smell of something powdery. Dazed from a nap and it was…
“That’s right. You’re supposed to be like this. You’re going to be a good boy.”
Grey’s drooling mouth barely managed to reply.
“I…Immuh…”
“That’s it. You’re a good boy.”
Grey’s hips moved sleepily, up. Down. Up. Down. Something was building, growing. They weren’t sure, but they knew they had to…do this. To their diaper. It made sense. They were supposed to. Supposed to be a GOOD BOY.
Their eyes clenched shut. Their open, panting mouth closed around something. And…
“A g…good…boy!”
He tiredly bucked into his underwear and blankets, riding out the fog that had overtaken him. Sweet whispers faded from his ears, leaving Grey’s thighs and hips twitching and grinding. When he flopped back down to his bed, it was both from exhaustion and mind-numbing relief.
But that relief faded once he felt the cold settle around his crotch. Grey looked down at the large stain he had made. By the smell, Grey knew it couldn’t have been only from finishing either.
He cursed quietly—only then did he spit out the thumb jammed in his mouth.
Then he cursed loudly remembering his DREAM. A dream of…of…
His earbuds continued to quietly whisper honeyed words. Grey took them out swiftly, shaking his head free of their echoes.
But a wandering hand cupped the ghost of an outline around his waist, inches from his groin.
