Diapered and High
It was almost one in the afternoon, and raining heavily outside. Inside the small home of Jack Jones, the television was on in the living room, and "Cheech & Chong: Up in Smoke" was playing in his DVD player. The otter happily sat on the couch, wearing a t-shirt and a white, disposable diaper. The living room smelled like marijuana: a pleasant scent for a smoker, but vile for those who resist the temptation. At one end of the couch was an end table, which had a glass bong with smoke swirling from the inhaling end. Jack laughed as he watched the movie and occasionally blew circle-shaped smoke from his lips. Then he took a long, pleasant high, and scratched his padded crotch.
Not belong long, flashes of lightning could be seen outside Jack's windows. He noticed the flash of light, and perked his head up. The subsequent crash of thunder spooked him for a second, but in his state, he was very dismissive about it. "Whatever," said Jack, as if he was speaking to the lightning that interrupted his movie. The otter couldn't think clearly, and he couldn't process what was happening in the movie, but he was laughing anyways. His senses were dulled, and his voice was reduced to a low grumble as he talked to the television set. "Man, that's just... that's funny. Wow, did he just do that?" But the moment he started to immerse himself in the movie-watching experience, the house experienced a power outage -- and everything went dark.
Jack could only listen to the rain pouring outside as his eyes wandered around the room. He wanted to express exasperation, but the inability to express outrage paralyzed him. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Now, why did you have to go and do that?" he asked, imagining that some divine force intentionally cut the power. He slowly rose from the couch, and sulked across the living room, wandering aimlessly. Then he heard a knock on the door. Not knowing who was knocking, the otter walked to the door while holding onto the right-hand wall. "I wish doors would open themselves -- those lazy knobs!" he said before opening the door. There, in the doorway, stood his next-door neighbor, who was a ram -- just about five years older than Jack.
Lawson stood in the rain, wearing his dark gray poncho. His eyes had to adjust to the sight of his neighbor wearing an adult diaper. It was unusual, to say the least. There was no way that image would leave his mind any time soon.
"Hope I didn't... intrude or anything, but I --" Lawson's eyes were fixated on Jack's diaper.
Jack followed Lawson's eyes and sure enough, the otter realized that he forgot to dress up before heading to the door. "Oh, my bad, I mean... it's cool, man. What's up?"
Lawson rubbed his black goatee nervously. "Well I was just wondering if the power went out at your place too."
"Yeah, I think our entire block is affected," said Jack before both had an awkwardly long pause.
"Okay, well, take care."
"You too, bud."
Jack closed the door and started to walk away until he heard another knock on the door. Jack opened, and Lawson stood with his hands rubbing his muzzle, trying to make sense out of Jack's atypical appearance. Jack lowered his eyes and looked at Lawson, anticipating what the ram was about to say next.
"I'll feel better if I knew the answer to us -- sorry, I have to ask -- but why are you wearing a diaper?"
"I plead the fifth," Jack replied with a chuckle. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."
Lawson shook his head in disbelief. "I don't want to take a -- well..."
"Want to come in? You're getting wet."
"So are you! I mean, sure, I don't mind."
Lawson walked inside the living room, and closed the door behind him. He removed his poncho and pulled his wool, red sweater down over his waist. He felt a little stiff in his tight, blue jeans, but he didn't know why. The house inside looked pleasant, but the smell of marijuana lingered. Lawson knew that his neighbor smoked -- and he's been inside Jack's house before to smoke a joint or two -- but things felt surreal to the ram, despite the fact that he was completely sober and fully coherent. Once he made himself comfortable, Lawson's eyes darted away from Jack, and wandered around. He thought he could make some small conversation.
"So, what are you up to today?" Lawson asked.
"Just chillin', kicking back, y'know? Watching some movies. I don't have work today so I'm lounging around."
Lawson just couldn't take it anymore. He turned to Jack, bit his lip, and started to interrogate him. "I need to know something... why are you wearing a diaper? I mean, sorry to be rude or anything, but --"
The otter blinked innocently. "No worries, dude, it's alright." Jack looked down at his diaper. "Oh, well, kind of a funny story, actually..."
Lawson gave a disapproving look at Jack for a moment, eagerly awaiting a rational explanation.
"Shit, well, I forgot the story. I just do it for fun, alright?" said Jack while scratching the back of his head. "Hey, make yourself at home. Relax on the couch. I can make popcorn or something."
The ram shook his head, chuckled a little before walking to the couch in the living room. He sat down on the couch with the feeling that he was missing or forgetting something. In a peculiar way, he wanted to be offended by being in the presence of a grown man wearing something that babies normally wear -- but he started to accept it. "I'm probably just overthinking it," Lawson thought. But just because he thought it didn't mean he was able to forget it. He did not have the faintest idea of the emotions he was experiencing. He made a valiant effort to contain himself, but his curiosity kept him nervous. It was almost like he felt priveleged to be in the company of someone who was in such a vulnerable state.
Jack walked into the kitchen to fetch the popcorn and put it in the microwave. Then it dawned on him that the power was still out. The otter sighed and returned to the living room where Lawson sat on the couch, legs crossed. Jack sat down beside Lawson with an audible crinkle. He yawned and looked at the ceiling while listening to the rain pouring outside his window. Jack folded his arms behind his head and smiled. He figured that he should get dressed -- but what's the point? He was comfortable. In fact, he transitioned into a state of absolute tranquility despite his seemingly embarrassed appearance. He didn't feel threatened or intimidated by the ram, who also found himself content.
"So, like, do you have any plans for later or something? I don't think the rain is going to stop for a while," said Lawson.
"I don't know, man. Does your erection have any plans?" Jack paused and then chuckled. He looked down at his neighbor's crotch and noticed he was aroused. "I didn't know you were that happy to see me -- "
Lawson leaped from the couch and stood up. Petrified, he slowly walked to the front door. After taking a few steps away from the couch, the ram apologized. "Sorry about that. I was just, uh..." He nervously toyed with his belt and pulled up his jeans.
"No, no! Don't apologize. It's okay. I wouldn't mind having some fun, you know."
The ram opened his eyes even more at the otter's suggestive comment. "Really?"
"Yeah, really. I see you keep looking at my... you know... so I was wondering if you want to try one on. It's a trip. You'll like it!"
Lawson's mind was racing. His heart was beating fast, and he didn't know what to do with himself. Everything was happening so fast. He finally had to come face-to-face with his most unusual, sexual desire. He had to admit to it now. "It looks kinda cozy, actually." It was even more terrifying for Lawson to accept his bisexuality as a male in the closet. He determined that he could be a little more liberal with his inclinations given that he was alone with someone who he already knew was openly gay. Perhaps for a little while, he could experiment, the ram thought. It's not like the rest of the day could get any stranger.
"It turns you on, doesn't it?" Jack asked with a wink.
Lawson nodded. "What is my wife going to think?" he sheepishly asked himself.
Jack walked into the bathroom nearby. From the hallway leading to the bathroom, the otter replied, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. It's up to you. If you're not cool with it, I can understand."
Lawson looked at the end table where Jack's bong was placed. He quickly retrieved the bong -- including the lighter next to it -- and he held the bong close to his chest. The ram took a deep breath before igniting the lighter and tilting it over the bong stem. Lawson inhaled and took in a plentiful amount of smoke. For that moment, he could feel his political correctness slipping away and fading into the sound of bubbles gurgling in the pipe. The problem was that he inhaled too much, and he started to cough. Fortunately, the cough subsided after he managed to completely exhale. Once the cannibis-induced euphoria washed over him, he forgot that he had horns. He chuckled for a moment and searched his forehead before finding them. "Whew, okay. That was close!" said Lawson, smiling for the first time since he entered Jack's home.
"I figure that I deserve a hall pass anyway," said Lawson.
"Yeah, dude... Once you're done toking up, come into my bedroom. I'll hook you up," said Jack from the bathroom. While in the bathroom, the otter rummaged through his drawers under the sink and found a spare diaper for his neighbor to try. "Hey Lawson, what size are you?" he shouted. "I have a medium which is, like, probably 32-38 inch waist. Is that in the ballpark?"
"That should fit!" Lawson rose from the couch and followed Jack into the bedroom. He could feel his heart beating quickly again, but this time, his heart was beating with anticipation.
For about a minute, he recalled one of his earliest memories when he was a toddler. He could remember wearing a diaper that was so soft, thick and comfortable -- he didn't want to take it off! The elastic fit, the fresh "babyish" smell, and the soft crinkling noise was something he knew that he never wanted to go away. He remembered his mother encouraging him to use the "potty," but he enthusiastically refused to her chagrin. The rest of the memory was fuzzy. Lawson remembered only the feeling of complete bliss when he wore diapers. As it turned out, his desire to wear diapers never waned.
Lawson walked into Jack's modestly sized bedroom. He looked at Jack, who placed the prefolded, fresh diaper at the foot of the bed. "Get your pants off, lay down. Relax," Jack whispered. "I need some practice diapering someone else. I'm rusty."
"No problem, take your time." Lawson removed his pants and red briefs as quickly as he possibly could. Jack laughed at Lawson's willingness to be diapered. With his bottom half naked, Lawson sat on the bed and laid on his back. He adjusted a pillow by his head so that it would help tilt his head up and witness what he considered to be his "transformation." First he observed the diaper he was going to wear. The diaper was mostly white with bright blue stripes at each side. There was a decorative tape full of colorful art such as balloons, stars, hearts, flowers and sailboats. It was obviously an adult diaper with a "babyish" theme running through it. "Not bad," he thought.
Next, the ram looked at his reddened dick, which pointed straight to the ceiling. He was obviously very aroused, and could barely contain himself. Lawson was overcome with the feeling that he was about to have sex for the very first time, and that youthful adrenaline rushed through his body. Mentally, he was at odds with reality. "This isn't happening. It's not happening!" Lawson thought while remaining coy and playfully in denial. Lawson ultimately let himself accept the circumstances, obeying orders from the otter to lift his legs up so he could place the diaper backend underneath him.
"How does it feel?" Jack asked innocently.
"Feels nice!"
Jack lifted the front of Lawson's diaper up over his dick, which was throbbing with intense adrenaline. "Point it down, bro," Jack cackled. "It's not going to be a comfortable fit if you don't do that."
Lawson complied and tilted his hardened member down. The ram blushed. "My bad."
"No, no. It's cool! Happens all the time."
"'All the time?'"
"Well, yeah. I got friends who are into this. We pad up, you know, and hang out. No big deal. If you want to hang out with us -- no pun intended there -- hit me up, and I'll introduce you to the gang."
Lawson appreciated the offer. "Sounds good. Wow, I didn't know people were into this."
"Yeah, well, a lot of guys and gals are. I figure that everyone has a thing. Everyone has a kink. It's a big world out there. You go out there in the world and find someone who likes what you like -- whether they're across the ocean or they are right next door. What are the odds, right?"
"Seriously... it feels like I hit the jackpot."
Jack finished adjusting the tapes on Lawson's diaper. The transformation was complete. Lawson lifted his upper-body and sat up, crinkling loudly in the process. He looked around the bedroom before setting his eyes on his fresh diaper. He couldn't believe his eyes. The ram touched his diapered crotch. Once his hands met the soft, plastic-covered exterior, he pushed the diaper against his crotch and rubbed himself.
Jack sat beside him with a crinkled thud. The otter looked down at Lawson's diaper and smiled. With his left hand, the otter caressed Lawson's crotch. The crinkling noises got louder. It was clear that Jack made the first move. Lawson was relaxed enough to accept his neighbor's advances... slowly. The ram wanted to take it slow. He still needed to get himself acquainted with his newly acquired undergarment. Jack tugged on Lawson's elastic waistband before rubbing him suggestively. Both men felt their body temperatures rise dramatically.
"What do we do now?" whispered Lawson.
"Have some fun, of course."
Jack sighed before grabbing the elastic waistband of his diaper and pulling it away from his beer gut. The otter looked down and noticed that his member was curled down, surrounded by a light yellow-tinted interior; it revealed that he wet his diaper earlier, but it wasn't much. Jack tilted his body toward Lawson in order to show him what he was capable of. After that, with his diaper lip extended, he unveiled a few drops of piss, which shot upward in his diaper. Some of the liquid poured down to the leg gathers around his wet sac. Once he managed to get a consistent stream going, Jack put the waistband back to its original position.
"That's really hot. Keep it up," Lawson encouraged.
Lawson grinded his diaper up against Jack's as he wet himself. The ram could feel the warmth that was produced from the otter, and the sensation excited him -- not to mention the very pleasant, musky scent that came with the warm feeling. The outside of Jack's diaper started turning into a damp, dark yellow. The blue-line wetness indicators started to fade into the yellow while the diaper was getting heavier. It was obvious to Lawson that the otter had been "holding it" for a considerable amount of time. Lawson rubbed Jack's crotch slowly, and moaned. He could feel his heart throbbing from the arousal. He could feel the sweat that began to consume his fur, leaving behind an itchy feeling that contributed to his desperation. Lastly, the otter's diaper started to leak on Lawson -- and he couldn't be happier.
"Oh, what a baby!" the ram teased. "You're so dirty..."
"And?"
"And, I -- I, uh..." Lawson grabbed onto his diaper, anticipating an unexpected climax. His dick pulsated wildly, ultimately ejaculating with several thick bursts of cum. The ram gasped for air as he came. Once he was done, the ram comically fell backwards onto the bed and took a deep breath. Jack followed suit, and leaned back to be next to his newly diapered friend. Lawson closed his eyes and took in the euphoria, basking in his sweet, sticky mess. The otter chuckled and lifted Lawson's shirt to rub his sweaty chest. The ram was exhausted from releasing all that pent-up energy, but the otter was unphased by the ordeal.
"You look tired," joked Jack, intentionally stating the obvious.
"Uh-huh... Say, what's this brand?"
"Dry Plus, I think."
"I'm buying some tomorrow."
"Think the wife would mind?"
"She won't mind. She'll have to get used to it."
Lawson looked up at the ceiling and noticed that the lights were back on, and the power was restored. But the ram would have none of it.
"Where's your fuse box? I'm cuttin' off the fuckin' power."