Dylan's New Diapered Life!

---THE FIRST DAY---

As Dylan pushed the last clothes-filled drawer back into the wardrobe, he let out a sigh. Finally, after hours of unpacking and organizing, the move was over. And now, the young man's new life could begin.

It wasn't easy to convince his parents to let him live alone. Still, getting a scholarship at one of the country's top universities was one hell of an argument. Although money would remain a bit of a problem, even with his parents covering his rent and helping with his living expenses for a while.

That said, he was confident it wouldn't be too hard to find a job. And while the thought of becoming a cashier or a mall vendor didn't quite appeal to him, it was still better than having to go back home.

Now, the freshly turned college student loved and was very grateful to his parents. But for a while now he wanted, even needed, true privacy. The kind that can't exist when a closed door is mostly a suggestion to be ignored by a well meaning parent.

That is also why he didn't want to live at the campus dorms, and instead searched for a student's house that would allow him to have his own bedroom. And while his current place was at best described as "good enough", it did check his most pressing box.

As for the reason he desired such privacy...

With everything in its place, everything related to the university sorted out, and classes only starting in a couple days, all that was left was to enjoy his newfound freedom. Well, that, and to put his plans into action.

Moving through the bedroom, Dylan reached out to his old backpack. Shaking a bit with excitement, he opened the zipper and rummaged through the interior pulling out a soft white rectangle: a simple, pure white, disposable diaper.

Dylan is a diaper lover, a term he himself took quite a while to find out. And for a long time now he has been waiting for the opportunity to live out his fetish in full.

- Now... let's see...

Mumbling to himself, he unfolds the diaper, pulling it open while taking in the crackling sounds and that familiar odor. Back at home he would try to be as discreet as possible, but now who cares if someone in another room hears that plastic sound?

Laying the open diaper on his bed, he took off his clothes as quickly as he could, pausing only for a moment to admire his lean, smooth body. Keeping himself shaved was quite the hassle, but it was worth the effort in his book.

Hopping on the bed with his butt over the back of the diaper, he had to fight with his growing erection to be able to pull the front of the diaper and tape the sides. The familiar embrace of the soft, protective material only being supplanted by his joy in the knowledge that he didn't have to worry about someone barging in his room and "catching" him.

Taking in the image of himself laying in bed with nothing but a diaper, Dylan let his hands explore the plastic material, running them over the sides, over his butt, in between his legs, and, of course, over the still-pure-white front of the diaper. A small tent forming as his fingers kept running the length of his penis, from the base to the head, before pressing down and back to the base again.

In any way you saw it, Dylan's dick would be considered on the smaller side. But rather than having this a source of trauma, he was actually quite happy with his "tool", thinking it fit quite well with his fetish.

Eventually, however, he knew he had to stop his hands. He wanted nothing more than to keep rubbing at the tip of his dick through the soft plastic of the fresh diaper, or maybe even turn around and hump the bed until he fills the diaper with his semen.

The problem, unfortunately, was that this one was his very last diaper. Letting himself cum now would mean having to take the diaper off, so he reluctantly pulled his hands away. There was still a lot more he wanted to do before having to "change".

Rising from the bed, and with the ever present feel of the diaper between his legs, he paced himself to the nearby desk, where his laptop sat atop.

If he wanted to live his diaper lover fantasies, Dylan knew very well he would need a lot more than a single diaper. Fortunately, between odd jobs and temporary positions he managed to save a decent sum during his high school years. Not enough to pay for his living expenses, but still enough to get some... "stuff".

Hopping from site to site, his first purchase was, of course, a couple diapers. He didn't have the money yet for more than a couple packs of a cheaper brand, so his dreams of having a full wardrobe of ABDL specialized diapers, with cute prints and baby-ish colors, would have to wait. But it was a start!

Next came the necessary supplies for changes. Wet wipes, baby powder, baby oil, all stuff he would need to wear diapers regularly and not get rashes. Even more so if he planned to keep shaving himself smooth.

These supplies wouldn't last forever, so the excitement of the purchases were somewhat tainted by the nagging memory of having to find a job as soon as possible. Well, at least the last item he probably wouldn't need to replace anytime soon.

One of his biggest fantasies was to sleep in a diaper, and maybe even wet it in his sleep. That, however, carried a big risk of leaking and wetting the bed, which would have been a hard "no" in a rented room.

Of course, he brought his own sheets and pillow from home, so those wouldn't be a problem to "ruin". The mattress, however, was another problem entirely, and would need some protection if he wanted to live his fantasies with a clear conscience.

And so, the last thing he placed in his virtual shopping cart was the very best plastic sheet he could afford. That did cause him to think he would have to be careful if he ever brought someone into his room, but oh well, wouldn't that be true to all else too?

Finally, all that was left was to choose a date for delivery and then part ways with his hard earned money.

***

Over the next hour or two, Dylan took to familiarizing himself with his surroundings by looking up the student's house on a map.

Of course, he had already done so a couple times before over the days leading to his move, but there was no harm done in reminding himself where the nearest groceries shop, the nearest supermarket or the nearest mall were... not to mention the way to his university.

He also did a quick search for jobs in the area, even if he wasn't planning on any serious job search for at least a couple days. Unsurprisingly nothing caught his attention, but he knew he had time.

And on the topic of time, it was only when his stomach started rumbling that he finally looked at the clock.

Now, Dylan wouldn't call himself a "morning person". He was, however, a firm believer in the idea that what is important should be done as soon as possible, to free time later for whatever one wants.

Because of that, his move happened quite early in the morning, and he then spent the next few hours putting everything in place - and then putting on his diaper. So he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and it was now almost 2pm!

- No wonder I'm starving...

Closing down his laptop and getting up from his chair, he had to rescue the discarded clothes from the floor to cover up his diaper.

He was always planning on eating out, as he wanted to go get at least one pack of diapers for the next couple days, until his order arrived. And so, now with his clothes on, he crossed the street towards the closest bus stop, thinking about visiting the nearby mall.

Now, this was not his first time going out in a diaper. In fact, one of the many ways he found to be able to use one without his parents knowing was to use them outside, where it would be easy to dispose of them later. Still, it's not like he was doing that every other day

As such, he was still quite conscious of the volume between his legs, or the crickling sounds at every step, or the feeling of the diaper when sitting down on the bus seat. And while he tried to dismiss it by either telling himself no one knew he was diapered, or by saying it wouldn't matter even if they did, he still felt a little nervous - and a little horny - at the thought.

Maybe it was due to he stopping himself earlier, but during this little trip to the mall his mind would wander to quite perverse places - like fantasizing of being in that bus in nothing but his diaper, humping the side of a seat like crazy, while those around watched and laugh, scorn, and film him.

Yeah, Dylan had quite the masochistic bone, especially for public humiliation play, and his fantasies did tend to get more extreme the hornier he was. Still, he tried to control himself, least he ended up "wetting" his current diaper.

Once out of the bus it was much easier to keep his mind away from the thing between his legs (no, not his diaper!).

He went to the mall, picked something to eat and drink, and was fortunately brought back from the brink of starvation - or so it felt for him, anyway. Next was stopping at a pharmacy to get at least one new pack of diapers, and it ended up going smoother than he thought.

He was still a bit nervous handing the money to the cashier while holding his pack of 8 pure white disposable diapers, but at least now he knew better than to try and mumble some unprompted excuse about how they were for his grandma or something, like he had done the first couple times in his life he tried to get them.

And so there he was, a college freshman walking the mall in a diaper and carrying a pack of them with him.

***

When he left the mall it was still just barely after 5pm, and so he pondered his options. He could just catch another bus back, but he could also walk the distance, as the student's house wasn't really that far away. And while the bus would be quicker, he ultimately decided to walk.

This decision, however, had nothing to do with seeing the scenery.

By now it had been quite some time since Dylan used the bathroom. And while he wasn't the type to drink a lot, he could still feel the urge to pee growing on him. Nothing that would make him shake around, but enough to be noticeable.

Now, he wasn't particularly interested in desperation play, and would rather wet his diaper on purpose than to wait until he felt his bladder was about to explode. That said, the longer one holds the more they will do when the pressure is lifted, so for someone like him it was all about finding the right balance.

And that, it seems, came around the halfway point of his walk, when the region's park came into view.

Going through it was actually the longer route, but it offered something Dylan quite wanted now: a little bit of cover.

Meandering through the beaten path, he took notice that not many people were around. Something understandable, given it was the middle of the week, and also something that worked quite in favor of his now full bladder.

Stopping near a tree, he leaned to its side and pulled his phone out, pretending to look at something. And then, right as a runner passed in front of him, he relaxed his bladder, letting his pee go. He was finally wetting his diaper!

It started as just some drabbles that quickly became a true stream. Due to his multiples hard-ons throughout the day his penis was very much in an upwards position, and so he could feel much of the warm piss hitting his body and trickling down his skin, before being absorbed by the diaper. Or, at least, he hoped all would be, but you never know with those cheap brands.

Not that the thought of actually wetting his pants as his diaper fails to contain all his pee didn't arouse him, especially considering he would still have quite the walk home in those wet pants. Still, it remained in the realm of fantasy, as the diaper did a pretty good job when the stream was finally over.

Immediately he could feel his breath quickens as another kind of warmth started growing in his diaper. He was getting quite hard, and this time he was planning to fully enjoy himself.

Once he was confident the pee had all been absorbed, Dylan went back on his walk, this time doing another detour in the direction of the park's bathrooms. The feeling of the wet diaper pressing against his body keeping him on the edge almost by itself.

The male bathroom only had 3 stalls, with a single urinal to add. And, of course, it was completely empty.

Not wasting any time, Dylan entered a stall. He removed his shirt, folding it the best he could and placing it on top of the diaper pack at the floor. As for his pants, letting them drop to his ankles was good enough.

Sitting on the toilet, he ran his hands over the now heavy diaper, squinching, pressing and rubbing all places he could reach.

He thought about his current position, wearing just a wet diaper in a public bathroom, with a clear tent on the front that his hands refused to let go. There was no excuse for his actions right now: he was just a pervert getting off on a piss filled diaper.

Maybe he should unlock the stall, open it wide and moan out loud in hopes someone would enter the bathroom and catch him blowing his load on his diaper. Or maybe he should just take off all his clothes and leave the bathroom, go to the middle of the park and start humping some table or bench until he came, all the while shocked park visitors watched. Or maybe...

- Fuck!

Taken beyond the edge by a combination of his hands and his fantasies, Dylan felt his orgasm come, shooting load after load in his diaper while trying to stifle a moan.

And then, just as quickly as it came, it was over. Dylan was left panting over one of the best orgasms he had in a while, and for a couple minutes he just stayed there, taking in what he had done - not just now, but during this whole day.

Finally, however, he knew he should get going. It did sadden him to have to take off his diaper, as he loved the feeling of being wet. Still, this time he knew things were different, and that he finally would be able to wear a new one whenever he pleased.

Of course, this could mean "now", as the pack of fresh diapers was right by his side. Still, it would be better to save them for after he could clean himself more thoroughly.

And so, for now, he just took his used one off, using the stalls toiled paper to dry himself as best as he could, before then pulling his pants back up and his shirt back on.

He still had to walk quite a bit to get back to his new room, but he didn't mind. The weather was nice, the sun was still high, and he had just came a fuckload in his pissed diaper. Just a really nice day!

---A KNOCK ON THE DOOR---

The next couple days passed like a blur for the young man.

Dylan had moved into his new room on a Thursday, and outside of his little excursion on that same day he had remained inside, only leaving his room to get the food he ordered.

He was mostly cautious with his diaper usage, for a couple reasons. The first one being a slight fear of rashes, that made him avoid using multiple diapers in a day. At most he would use two, one before and one after a good shower.

Then there was his desire to sleep diapered and wet himself that remained unfulfilled, as he wasn't going to risk a leak and ruining the mattress.

Finally, he very much avoided going outside his room with his diaper showing, despite, for now, being the only person in the student's house. The owner of the property did have a key to the place, obviously, and while he wasn't the type to show up unannounced, Dylan didn't want to take any chances.

Things did change a bit on Saturday evening, however, when several quite large packs were delivered to the house. All the stuff Dylan bought two days prior.

The main thing, of course, were the couple packs of diapers, with enough to last for a while so long as he was smart with their use. Something that might be a problem, actually, as he now also had access to all he would need to start changing his diapers, being able to clean himself properly after using one and before putting on another.

Finally there was the plastic sheet, the protection he needed to feel more secure in using diapers to bed - as well as wetting them.

Quite excited, he organized all his new stuff into his wardrobe, and then covered the bed's mattress with a plastic sheet. By now, evening was becoming noon, and so he decided to have a little fun with his new "toys".

Placing an open, fresh diaper over his bed, he quickly got out of his clothes and, with the necessary stuff in hand, laid his butt over the back of the diaper.

First came the wet wipes. He knew they weren't necessary (yet!), but still wanted the full experience. The cold, soft material on his skin already making his boner pop.

A bit of baby oil was next, with Dylan making sure to coat the areas he knew would eventually be wet in another way entirely. And to finish it all, he applied a generous amount of baby to his lower region, before then pulling the front of the diaper and taping the sides. Finally, he was ready for his first night as an actual diaper boy.

And then there was a knock on his door.

--

The student's house Dylan was staying in would be best described as "good enough".

It wasn't close to the university's campus, but it wasn't really that far either. It was a lot less convenient than a dorm, but it offered privacy and had very few rules. It was somewhat big, an older residential house that was bought and reformed to fit six (admittedly small) bedrooms over its two floors, plus a living room, a kitchen and two toilets. But that space, obviously, would have to be shared.

Based on what the owner of the property had told Dylan, the place would be empty for a while still. Out of the prior residents, two had graduated the year prior, with a third one dropping out and going back home.

So when Dylan heard the knock on his door, he froze. Laying in bed in nothing but a diaper, he was sure he must be hearing things. That is, until he heard the knock again.

- Hello? Who 's there? - Dylan managed to say, still not sure of what to expect.

- Hey dude, name's Mark! - A youthful voice replied from the other side of the door - Since we're going to be house mates, I thought of saying hi!

- Oh. Hum, sure. Just... Give me a second!

- Sure man, no problem!

"House mates..." Dylan searched in his memory as he tried to get dressed quickly. He knew there was still one other guy renting a room at the house, but he was told the guy had gone back to his parent's house and wouldn't be back until the start of the semester.

"Which would be... The day after tomorrow. Right. Fuck!"

Cursing himself mentally for not having the foresight that the other guy could be back before the actual first day of classes, or that he too would have a key to the house, Dylan finished putting back his clothes and went to open the door.

He was greeted by a pretty tall guy, quite lean and with disheveled hair, using some knee length shorts and a simple t-shirt, and giving him a big, warm smile.

- Hey man, sorry, hope I'm not bothering you. I'm Mark, and my room is just downstairs.

Mark offered his hand to Dylan, which he took. "Quite the firm handshake for someone that doesn't appear to be that strong," he thought.

- Don't worry, I was just a bit surprised. I'm Dylan.

- Yeah, I can imagine. But since the owner had told me someone had rented a room and would already be here, I thought it was better to come say hi than to wait for us to just bump into each other when having to piss or something.

- Oh, hum, yeah, I guess that makes sense.

- Well, anyway, I will stop pestering you now. But hey, if you need anything, feel free to ask! I'm going into my third year here now, so if you have any questions or need help with something, just hit me up.

- Thanks for the offer. I... hum... Me too. I mean, if I can help with anything, just knock on my door.

- I will keep that in mind.

And with that, Mark was quickly gone, leaving Dylan to ponder over the (frankly quite awkward) exchange that just happened.

First, he noticed he was slouching a bit, probably unconsciously trying to hide any potential diaper bulge. Then he wondered if Mark had noticed anything. Probably not that he was wearing a diaper, but the room still smelled of baby powder, not to mention stuff like the wet wipes and the baby were right on top of his bed! Did Mark saw those?

But then again, what if he did? Would he even assume first thing that Dylan was wearing diapers? And even if he did, was that a bad thing?

He knew sooner or later he would have to figure out how to deal with his fetish when living with others. Should he try to be discrete and hide his activities the best he can? Should he not care if others know about his diapers and just enjoy them? He wasn't about to parade the house in just a diaper, well, not anymore at least, but how about in his room?

With his thoughts running in circles and his boner truly killed, he decided to just put his stuff away and close his door. He would keep his diaper, of course, as he was already using it. But he wasn't so sure anymore if he wanted to go any further that night.

--

Over the following hours, Dylan spent his time mostly trying to distract himself from the questions that popped into his mind earlier that night.

He hopped online to do some job searching. Once again nothing caught his attention, but that wasn't too surprising. Maybe he would have better luck looking around the region, as places like the mall should have some entry-level jobs for a student like him.

Putting that too to the side for now, his attention turned to another of his plans for going forward with exploring his fetish: making an account on a dating app.

While most people have this idea of college being the place to find adventurous and free spirited guys and girls, ready to explore all kinds of taboo and weird topics, Dylan knew very well the chances of organically meeting someone by chance that shares his fetish was quite low. So if he wanted a partner, be it for casual hookups or something more, he would have to put in more work than your average freshman.

And so he started his search for not just any dating app, but one that would cater to his fetish in some way. The kind that he wouldn't have to worry about a potential new friend or acquaintance accidentally finding him on.

He couldn't say his efforts quite paid off, however, and after some search he wasn't sure if what he wanted even existed. Still, there were a couple old forums on the topic that were still active, so he could at least start from there.

By now Dylan had already wet his diaper twice, and he knew much better than to trust these cheap brands with a third stream. So as the clock was hitting 11pm and he was starting to feel like going again, he decided it was best to call it a day (or... night...).

Hopping on to the bed, he pulled his pants down and went on to take off his now heavy and yellowed used diaper. The smell of urine filling the room as soon as the front was pulled away from his crotch.

He wiped himself a bit with the wet wipes, just enough to be able to pull his pants back up, and then proceeded to fold and then toss the diaper in a bin.

Dylan's plan was to keep any used diapers in his bedroom until the next day, when he would then toss them into the outside's trash can without anyone noticing. That said, he would probably have to keep his window open to let the fresh air in.

And so he was ready for a nice shower before going to bed. And so, picking up the necessary stuff, he left his room and turned towards the bathroom.

Now, while the student's house did have two toilets, it had only one true bathroom, with a shower and a bathtub, that being the one on the top floor.

That would explain why Dylan was immediately stunned by Mark coming from the direction of the bathroom, his hair still somewhat wet from the shower he must have taken. What that did not explain, however, was why Mark was completely butt naked.

- Shit! - The older one exclaimed, moving the towel he was carrying from his shoulder towards his... nether regions. - Sorry, I didn't...

- No, no, I mean... I... Uh...

- Look, the... guys that lived here prior, they... I mean, we didn't really care much about who saw what and that stuff. Like, we're all guys, just being guys, you know? So I kinda forgot and... Shit, really, I'm sorry.

- No, really, I don't mind - For some reason, Mark being so apologetic about this whole situation was actually making Dylan feel bad. - You, uh, don't have to cover yourself...

It was only after the words left his mouth that Dylan understood how badly they could be misinterpreted. Unfortunately, that was way too late, as shown by Mark's expression going from embarrassed, to shocked, to a quite large grin.

- Wow dude, so a peak wasn't enough? I didn't think you swing that way.

- What? No, no, I mean... I just... You don't have to change the way you do stuff because of me. I wasn't trying to...

Mark let out a loud laugh

- Don't worry dude, don't worry. - He managed to say, before finally calming down from the laughter. - But thank you. If you truly don't mind, I may take you up on that offer. Still, if it ever makes you uncomfortable, please let me know.

Dylan gave Mark a nod, and with that the older one followed his way, presumably going downstairs to his room. Meanwhile, Dylan only had one thought as he walked to the bathroom:

"It's... Pretty big..."

--

Once back at his room, Dylan was more than ready to call it a day. And after (not very much) careful consideration, he decided to not delay his plans just because he wasn't alone in the house anymore.

So once more, completely naked, he opened up a diaper on his bed and went on with the necessary steps. And once his diaper was in place, it was only a matter of picking his old white t-shirt before hopping in bed, ready for a night of sleep.

Or, at least, that was the plan...

Turns out that, this being his very first night sleeping in a diaper, he was very much overconscious of the fact. And while he was tired and sleepy, he was now also getting very, very horny.

Laying on his stomach, eyes closed, Dylan started humping the bed, softly at first. His left hand went to his back, where it found the diaper covering his butt, rubbing over it and even giving one or two light smacks.

Once more, his fantasies came in full force.

Maybe, if Mark is going to be walking around naked, with that huge cock of his swinging around, Dylan could just walk the house in his diaper, after all.

Going downstairs to eat breakfast in a soaked diaper, after wetting himself all night with no control. Or lounging in the living room in nothing but his diaper, watching a movie as he starts to piss himself, too lazy to get up before having an "accident".

Or maybe he could just leave the door of his room open as he lay on his bed, no covers, humping the bed like a damn dog in rut, desperate to let go in his diaper. And then, maybe right as he was getting close, Mark would pass by, naked, and watch him as...

- Ugh...

With a soft moan, Dylan finally passed the point of no return, shooting spur after spur of his cum right into his diaper, once more having one of the best orgasms he could remember.

And once it was over, the young man was very much spent. He probably should get up and at least change his diaper, but his tiredness ended up winning. And so, he falls asleep, a couple drops of cum still leaving his cock.

---THE LAST LAZY SUNDAY, PART 1---

When Dylan opened up his eyes, he could tell it was still the middle of the night before even looking at the clock. And sure enough, taking a peak at the one on the stand next to his bed, he saw it was a little past 3 in the morning.

And the reason for him to play the early bird was none other than the worm between his legs. That is: he had to pee. Badly.

This was most likely the fault of his earlier orgasm, that was now forcing him to make a decision. He could get up, take off his diaper and use the toilet, or he could just... let go. The first one would imply going the rest of the night without a diaper, as he certainly wasn't going to go through the hassle of putting on another one at 3am. The second, however, would mean staying wet until morning.

In the end, his fetish won, or maybe he was just too sleepy to properly think about the dilemma. Still, a conscious decision isn't always followed by an obedient body, and Dylan soon noticed he could simply "go". Years of training to not wet himself in bed meant peeing while laying down would require a lot more work.

So, with his mind still quite foggy due to sleep, he tried sitting on the bed. And soon, a nice flow of warm pee started hitting his lower region, all the while his diaper was getting noticeably bigger and yellower.

As the flow stopped, he let his body fall back on the bed, now laying on his back. And just as sudden as he woke up, he was right back to sleep.

--

By the time Dylan woke up, the sunlight was already entering the room through the cracks of the window.

Before even opening his eyes, he let his hands reach out for the front of his diaper, now cold from the early wetting. His dick was already hard inside it, thanks to his morning wood, and he could feel he had to pee again.

For a moment, he thought about if he did in fact ever wet himself in his sleep, going to bed in a fresh diaper only to then wake up in a soaked wet one.

Would he panic? Would he like it? Would he feel embarrassed and humiliated from not being able to hold his bladder like a proper adult? Would he feel rested and refreshed, freed from even the most basic of responsibilities?

As these thoughts kept piling up in his head, his hand was now fully stroking his cock through the diaper. Then, he remembered what he had done the night before, and decided to give it another go.

Flipping on his belly, he started to move his hips, pressing the front of the diaper against the plastic protected mattress.

His movements became more and more erratic, with him shifting in bed to focus as much of the pressure he could onto the tip of his dick. The sounds of the diaper, the mattress and the bed filling up the room, as he felt himself getting closer and closer.

Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore. The thought of what he was doing already being hot enough to send him over the edge. And so, before even opening his eyes that morning, the young man was already letting go spur after spur of cum in his diaper.

When his orgasm subsided, he decided to remain in bed just a little more. His morning wood wasn't just about needing to fill his diaper with his seed, after all.

It took a couple minutes, but as his penis got soft his need to pee increased ever more. And so he finally decided to go for a repeat of earlier that morning.

Opening his eyes, he would sit in bed, relaxing his bladder as much as he could, until the first jets of urine would hit the diaper. From there on it was easy to just let go, as he felt the now familiar warmth and wetness in the front of the crotch, letting out a sigh of relief and pleasure in the knowledge he was peeing himself.

And then, it was over. The flood stopped. His diaper is now even heavier, but also once more warm to the feeling and the touch.

The thought crossed his mind to just stay like that for a little longer, maybe going for breakfast in his soggy, full diaper, but of course, he decided against it.

Still, this was his very last Sunday before classes would start. He wanted to enjoy it to its fullest, and that meant staying diapered as much as he could. So, he got up, going straight for the necessary supplies he would need.

Once the old diaper was off and a new, fresh one was placed on the bed, Dylan started to think about how, despite this being only his third time doing the full routine of wet wipes, baby oil and powder, he felt he was already getting the hang of things.

By now, pulling the front of the diaper over his powder-covered half hard cock just felt natural - even maybe right.

A realization that brought with it a mixture of emotions, one of them being a small hint of sadness when thinking how he couldn't just stay diapered forever, at least not without the proper funds to finance such a lifestyle.

"Fuck, I need a job." He thought upon getting up from the bed, his new diaper now secured in place by the tapes at its sides.

--

After dressing himself in a more respectable outfit than an old t-shirt and a diaper, Dylan went downstairs to get some breakfast. He was a little nervous if Mark would be able to hear the cricking sounds of his diaper, but it seems he was still sound asleep in his bedroom.

And two simple slices of toast and a cup of coffee later, he was finally ready for his last unproductive day.

As for what that would entail, Dylan decided that today was the day to put into action another of his old fantasies: he wanted his diaper to leak.

See, as much as Dylan loved his diapers, he also had quite the fascination with wetting. Particularly with wetting his pants while in public, a consequence of his masochistic tendencies and desire for public humiliation.

Now, he wasn't about to go outside and pee his pants - that was still a bit too much for the young man. However, if his diaper failed to hold his pee... well, nothing he could do about it, right? Or, at least, that was the logic he was using to convince himself.

He would leave for the mall, walk around a bit, probably wet his diaper once or twice, and, at the end of the afternoon, he would make his way back home. The idea being that if he needed to pee on his way back, the diaper would already be so full it would not be able to hold more, leaking and making him effectively wet his pants.

He just needed to make sure Mark wouldn't see him come back in the house in wet pants, but that shouldn't be hard. He just needed to carry an extra pair of pants in his backpack, and then change before getting home.

And so, after a quick stop at his bedroom to get everything he would need, Dylan was out the door.

At the bus stop he was already drinking from the water bottle he brought with him, with the thought of how this day would go making his dick grow inside his diaper.

As he climbed on the bus, once more all sorts of perverted fantasies came to his mind. This time, however, he made no effort to avoid them. In fact, the very idea of accidentally cumming in his diaper in front of a bunch of people was very much one of these fantasies.

Fortunately (or unfortunately?) nothing of the sort happened, and he was able to disembark without any incidents.

Just a little walk later and he was at the mall, where he decided to first go around checking some of the shops. He didn't enter any, not yet, but going around the two long floors gave him some ideas for later. By the end, his water bottle was empty and his stomach was starting to complain. It was just past 12pm.

The food court was located at the top floor, and once there Dylan went on to ask for a simple burger with fries and (of course) a large soda.

By the time he finished his meal, he could feel his bladder starting to complain. Nothing too strong, yet, but he figured it wouldn't take too long for him to actually have to go. And so, he decided to have some fun.

Walking the mall once more, he looked for a particular store que had seen earlier. A big clothes store, with products more on the cheaper side. And once he found it, Dylan quickly grabbed a pair of jeans and a couple shirts, to then go straight to the fitting room.

See, contrary to more high end shops, where the fitting room would be on a separated area of the store, here a bunch of cabins was just sitting at one of the walls, with several displays still all around them. Moreso, instead of having a proper door to close the cabin, there was just a curtain.

Going inside, Dylan hanged the clothes he picked and took off his shoes. Then, after just a brief moment of hesitation, went on to take the rest of his clothes. And so, there he stood, in nothing but his diaper, his dignity protected by just a flimsy, thin curtain.

Without stopping to think too deeply about his situation, he went on to try and relax his bladder. It took a little while, but eventually a couple drops left his half erect cock. Then a small jet. Then another. And, finally, all resistance broke down, as his pee started flowing into his diaper. A large yellow spot appearing at the front.

For a brief instant, the only things he could hear were the sounds of his rapidly beating heart and of his diaper filling with his piss. Then, once it was over, he took a deep look at the full body mirror in front of him. There, looking back at him, was the image of himself, naked with the exception of a now clearly wet diaper and some socks.

What if anyone were to open the curtain behind him? Maybe a customer not realizing it was occupied, or even a worker thinking he had been in that cabin for way too long. They would pull it all to the side in one motion, revealing his pathetic image to all in the shop. What would everyone think? Would they mock and admonish him? Call him a pervert?

Of course, as those thoughts raced through his head, Dylan's hands were rubbing against the warm front of his diaper. He only needed to apply a bit more pressure, and he knew he could end up cumming in his diaper right there in that fitting room.

That, however, would very much be putting an end to his day of fun, and that he couldn't have. So, and not without hesitation, he pulled his hand away from his diaper, before putting his clothes back on. Maybe on another day he could come back, but for now, he had other places to go.

--

Dylan's next stop was at the in-mall movie theater. For a while now he wanted to try using his diaper while watching a movie, and today was the perfect day for it.

Now, he didn't care too much which movie it was going to be, but he also didn't want to sit through something boring. So, he picked one that he was mildly interested in, that would start in about half an hour.

A bit of waiting later and he was already sitting on his chair, waiting for the movie to begin. Still being somewhat full from the burger earlier, he didn't care much for popcorn, but he did care very much for another large soda.

As the movie went on, he kept a steady pace of drinking, hoping to need to go before the film ends. It didn't occur to him, however, that after a certain point, if you keep drinking you will need to pee much, much more often than normal.

By the middle point of the movie he already had to pee. And so, sitting on his chair in a full theater room, he did his best to relax his bladder. The liquid soon started to flow, as he filled his diaper a second time that day.

As the movie reached its climax, however, Dylan felt he was already dancing a bit on his chair, trying to hold another go.

He wanted to have his diaper leak, sure, but it didn't feel right to risk wetting the theater chair. Two times was the maximum he was sure the diaper could hold, and anything beyond that was a gamble.

When the credits roll and people started to leave the room, Dylan was weighting his options.

His original plan was to wet his diaper twice, then walk back home so he could stop at the same park he had a couple days prior. He would pee again, hopefully having his diaper leak, and then go change in the bathroom. Well, after another mind blowing orgasm in his wet pants and soaked diaper, that is.

Now, however, it seems his plan was working too well.

He could call it all off, go to the theater's bathroom, take off his diaper and use the toilet like a proper adult. That, however, would pretty much invalidate the whole day, in his mind.

His next option was to already go home. It was a bit earlier than planned, but he could still follow his script. He would probably have to pee before reaching the park, but so be it.

Finally, as he passed the exit of the movie theater, he considered the option of just... letting it go. Now. In the mall.

It's not like he was sure the diaper couldn't hold more than two wets. That was just the safest approach, but maybe he was overthinking it and his diaper would be fine with another go.

Of course, if he was wrong he would end up wetting his pants right in the middle of the mall, for all to see. But was that even that bad? Wouldn't it just add to the excitement?

His judgement clouded by his fantasies, he decided to give it a try.

Stopping near a shop's window, he pretended to look at the products. And then, he relaxed. The first drabbles of pee left his dick quite easily now, either due to his need or the fact he was getting somewhat used to wet his diaper.

Still, he wasn't ready to just let it all flow, consequences be damned! He would let out a bit, hold back, wait for the pee to soak into the diaper, and then let out some more, hoping this would avoid any leaks.

By the end, he had peed quite a lot, but his diaper was still holding on. It was heavy, warm, probably a bit squishy if he were to touch it. But still, no leaks. Maybe if he were to sit down it would, but he wasn't about to try it. It was a small miracle that his pants were still dry and he didn't want to push his luck.

He decided to go for another look at the whole mall, only stopping by the food court to get yet another drink - a simple juice, this time, as he felt he had enough soda already.

And so, as the afternoon went on, Dylan was finally leaving the mall. His soaked diaper hanging low from the weight, making every step a reminder that he just wet himself three times that day - and he was very much planning on doing it one more time.

--

Dylan's walk back home, however, proved to be quite uneventful. Even as he was crossing the park he didn't feel he really had to go, and so ended up skipping the toilets in hopes to get a bit more desperate further down the way home.

Still, as he was approaching his street, he felt his master plan may have relied too much on underestimating his diapers, and was now thinking that if the diaper had held up to 3 quite heavy wets, what he still had inside him wouldn't be enough to make it leak.

It was somewhat disappointing, but at the same time he was pretty happy with having walked all this way in a heavily soaked diaper.

And so, stopping just a couple blocks from the student's house, he decided to let go one last time, before getting home and taking off the diaper.

That, however, proved to be a terrible mistake. He had severely underestimated how much he needed to pee, and also how full the diaper already was. As such, almost as soon as he started peeing he could feel a dribble going down his leg. And then another. And another.

He looked down in horror as his light-blue jeans were getting visibly wet. Only by the inner sides of his legs, yes, as the plastic coat of the diaper still avoided any leaks at the front. But still, it was quite obvious what was happening. He was peeing himself, and anyone that looked at him would be able to tell.

Fortunately, there was no one around, which was probably at least part of the reason he didn't even try to stop himself when he felt his diaper leaking. When he finishes, however, it dawned on him that he would now have to go enter the house in wet jeans, as there was nowhere to change himself.

And in that state, he reached his door. His heart beating fast from the long walk, the fear of being caught, and just how horny he was after all he had done.

"It's ok", he thought to himself. "Mark is probably in his room, or the living room, or the kitchen... I just have to enter and run upstairs to my room, no reason to bump into him."

Once more, however, he misjudged the situation.

As Dylan swung the door open, ready to make a dash to the stairs, he had to stop. With shocked wide eyes, Mark was looking straight at him. A cup in his hand suggesting he was coming from the kitchen, probably going to his room.

Oh, and he was naked. Again.

---THE LAST LAZY SUNDAY, PART 2---

- Shit! - Being once more caught naked, this time Mark had no better option than to just turn around to hide. His tall frame and firm butt now in full view. - Look man, I'm really sorry, I saw you weren't home and...

Dylan, however, didn't wait for his explanation. Seeing his chance, he ran to the stairs and climbed quickly, reaching his bedroom and slamming his door shut.

Once inside, the realization of what just happened dawned on him. The question of why Mark was naked did cross his mind, but was quickly pushed aside by another fact: he had been caught, soaked pants in plain view.

Did Mark notice? He turned around pretty quickly, so maybe he didn't? If he did, however, what would he think? That Dylan had an accident? That he spilled a drink? Could he have noticed the diaper, too? His heavy, soaked, very used diaper-

- Oh, yeah, right!

Only now Dylan remembered he was still in his wet diaper and wet pants. But should he change now? Mark seemed to be trying to explain himself; was he coming to finish the talk? Could Dylan explain why he didn't want to talk right now?

And so, he just stood there, his heart racing just as fast as his overactive mind.

However... Nothing happened. No knock at his door, no steps coming from the stairs, he wasn't sure if Mark had gone to his own bedroom, but it sure seemed that he was not coming toward his.

With a heavy sigh, Dylan started to relax a bit. After a couple minutes of silence (that sure as hell felt like hours!) he finally decided to get rid of his wet clothes and diaper.

--

Over the next hour, more or less, Dylan went on to clean himself. He took his pants off, tossing them aside for now, and then pulled the tapes of his diaper while still standing, afraid to lay down on the bed and have the diaper leak even more.

Ignoring the very strong smell of urine, he folded the diaper and tossed it into his little diaper bin. Next, he would need to properly clean himself, and he knew some wet wipes wouldn't be enough this time. And so, despite his hesitation and still being very much on high alert, he picked his stuff and went out of his room, going down the hallway for a quick shower.

As the hot water hit his body he started thinking about how crazy of a day he had.

He had done some pretty daring things, considering his stunt at the fitting room, the movie theater, and then having his diaper leak when coming home. Stuff that would normally make him desperate to blow his load, but he just wasn't feeling it right now.

His head was still very much on Mark, and on what the early incident would mean to their relationship. They knew each other for less than two days and he was already caught with pissed pants! What would the other guy think?!

As Dylan closed the shower, he understood he couldn't keep letting his thoughts run in circles like that. He needed some form of closure for this whole situation, and if Mark wasn't coming to him, there was only one other alternative.

After, the young man dried himself and put on some clothes - no new diaper, though, as he just wasn't feeling it right now.

Back at his room he opened the window to let the smell of pee out, and also took his wet pants to toss into the washing machine. And once that was taken care of, Dylan saw himself standing at Mark's door.

He knocked once, quite timidly, but it was so weak the other guy must not have heard it, as no response came. So, taking a deep breath, Dylan knocked again, this time much stronger.

- Wait, just a second! - He heard coming from inside, and a minute or two later the door was unlocked - Hey dude, what's up? - Mark said, as the door swung open. He was wearing just a pair of shorts, and had his natural smile on his face.

- I... Hum... - Now that Dylan was face to face with Mark, he noticed he wasn't sure what to say or how to start the conversation. So, he ended up going with what sounded the most appropriate - I just... I wanted to say sorry for earlier. I mean...

- No, no, that was my fault - Mark interrupted, his smile giving way to an embarrassed look - I, like, I saw you weren't home and thought I could just grab a drink real quick, but... - He stopped mid sentence, taking a deep breath, not sure on how to continue - Look dude, can I get real with you for a second?

Dylan felt his heart sink, fearing what Mark could say. Still, he nodded.

- I'm a nudist. Well, a house nudist. A bedroom nudist, I guess.

Well, that was unexpected. It did explain the earlier accidents, but it was far from the direction Dylan thought their conversation would go.

- I always liked to be naked - Mark continued, seemingly not noticing Dylan's slight shock - Not that I could do much living at home, my parents would freak out if they found me naked in my room with no explanation. So when I started college and moved to this place I wanted to... like, experiment a bit, you know? Let myself free a little.

The similarities of their stories wasn't lost on Dylan, but for now he just kept listening.

- Most of the time I would be naked in my bedroom, but after a while I did start pushing my luck. Like coming out of a bath and not caring to cover myself, or going to get a drink naked in the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep. This kind of stuff.

Dylan nodded, but he wasn't sure if Mark even noticed.

- The guys that lived here until last year didn't really seem to mind, and would even joke a bit if they caught me. So I kinda... let myself go, you know? Like, not that I was parading around the house naked, but... well, I got careless, I guess.

With all this talk, Dylan was feeling a strong connection to his new house mate. Their stories couldn't be more similar. That said, Dylan knew very well there was a big difference between wanting to be naked and wanting to wear diapers.

- So, like, yeah. I'm really sorry, man. Just... Hope you're not too freaked out.

- What? No, not at all! - Mark's last words seemed to have brought Dylan back from his stupor - I, hum, think I get what you mean. With leaving home and wanting to let yourself loose and stuff. It's... why I wanted to live here, too.

Dylan didn't know how much he could reveal, but he felt he understood Mark's feelings too much to not say anything at all.

- Yeah, I guess many guys are like that when living alone - The older one said, giving a knowing smile - Thanks, and I promise I will be more careful.

- It's ok! I... know how it feels. Having something you want to do and not being able to. So, like... I mean... If you want to be naked, just be naked. I won't complain, and I don't want you to have to restrain yourself because of me.

Dylan's words did shock Mark quite a bit.

- Wow... - The older one finally said. - I mean, thanks dude, for real - For a brief moment his smile seemed a bit different, more soft, before turning into a grin. - Although I'm not about to drop my pants, you know. Not right now.

- Oh, fuck you. - Dylan blurted out with a smile, and the two had a good laugh.

- For real, though - Mark finally said - Thanks. I'm glad I got to open up with you.

It seemed like a weight was taken from Mark's shoulders, and Dylan was quite happy to have been of help. On the other side, though, he himself still had quite a lot on his own shoulders, as they didn't even talk about what he wanted to talk in the first place.

- So, hum... About how I was when I... Came in...

Dylan tried to approach the subject with care, choosing his words to see how Mark would react. Maybe he didn't even notice his wet pants, after all.

- You mean your wet pants? - Well, there goes that out of the window. - Dude, don't mind, it happens to everyone sometimes. God knows I had my fair share of accidents after enough beers. - He laughed. - In any case, your secret is safe with me, so don't worry.

Well, that was it then. Mark did notice, thought Dylan just had a one off "accident", and didn't think much of it. It was embarrassing, sure, but not the worst case scenario. Dylan could just nod and move on, and just try to be more careful in the future.

However...

- It... It wasn't quite an accident. - He started saying, not even sure why. - I mean, it was, but also... like...

- Dude, really, you don't have to try playing it off, I won't make fun of you or anything.

- No, like, I'm not, it's just... I...

- Yeah, yeah, sure - Mark said, rolling his eyes. - You just spilled some water right on your pants, right? Sure, let's go with that, if it makes you feel-

- I like wearing diapers.

For a second, the entire world seemed to stop. Dylan knew very well there was no coming back from that, but after hearing Mark's story he felt he couldn't just stay quiet about himself. It wasn't fair. And maybe...

- For a long time now - Dylan continued, not even looking at Mark, too afraid of his reaction. - I have wanted to use them, but... At home I couldn't just... So when I came here I... It's like you said, I felt I could get loose, try some stuff, and... Well, I... That's why I was... Like that... I guess...

His speech wasn't the most coherent, but he did feel good finally admitting to his fetish to someone else - even if he was equal parts terrified of what Mark's reaction would be.

- So, like... Your diaper leak? Is that what happened?

Dylan couldn't quite gauge Mark's tone right now, but he gave a nod. The cat was out of the box, and all he could do was pray for his house mate to be as understandable as he was.

- Wow... That's... Hum... Are you wearing one? Like, now?

- What? No, no, I'm... Just... Normal...

Again, the silence settled. Was it a mistake to tell Mark? Perhaps the wall between their interests was just that high. They might have similar motivations, but that doesn't mean they are equal, after all. Would Mark believe it if Dylan played it off as a joke? Could Dylan even do that convincingly? Probably not.

- Man... Thank's for telling me. I mean it.

Well, that wasn't the reaction Dylan was expecting. Lifting up his face, his gaze was met with Mark's once more softer smile.

- Don't worry. I said that already, but your secret is safe with me, whatever it is. Well, unless you buried a body. No, wait, scrap that, especially if you buried a body, I promise.

Dylan couldn't avoid laughing at such a joke. Mark seemed the type of guy to joke at the worst possible moments, but somehow his jokes did land and always helped to bring you up.

- Thanks. - Dylan finally said, as his laughter stopped. - I mean, you told me your story so, like, it was only fair.

- Still, you had no obligation to do so, and I'm happy you trusted me. - Hearing that was like having a weight lifted off his shoulders, and Dylan thought this must have been how Mark felt too. - That said, you did give me an idea.

- What?

- How about that. Since our stories are quite alike, let's agree to not interfere with each other's fun, and to not have to restrain ourselves just because the other is around the house.

- Oh... Sure, that sounds good.

- I wasn't finished - A grin spread across Mark's cheeks that made Dylan's heart instantly accelerate again. - That means I would take up on your offer and just walk around naked as much as I please. And in exchange, you get to walk around in your diaper as much as you want. How does that sound?

Dylan had to stop for a second. Was Mark really inviting him to parade around the house in a diaper? Did he even want to do that? To let Mark see him in one? To wet one in front of him, even? Well, at least his dick did seem to like the idea...

- I... Hum... Sure, why not. - Dylan finally answered, as he thought it wasn't like he had to go around in a diaper.

- Sweet.

That was Mark's only response, before putting his thumbs at the waist of his shorts and pushing it down, letting it fall to his knees. Only now Dylan could see he wasn't wearing any underwear, as his large cock swung free.

The young man was in complete shock, but Mark only gave him another grin - with an added wink this time, though.

- Well, hope you don't mind I keep my door open. It's hot as hell here.

- I... Hum, no, no... It's ok... - Dylan averted his eyes, still unsure what to make of all of that. - In any case! I better get going now. I, hum, thanks. For the talk, I mean.

- Don't worry - Mark laughed - See you later.

- Yeah, hum... Later!

And with that, their conversation was over. Dylan left to go back at his room, while Mark got back inside his. Both unsure if their little deal would last, but happy to be able to be themselves freely, at least for now.

--

For the rest of that day, Dylan spent his time in his room. Well, mostly, he did go to grab his order when the delivery guy brought his food. But he didn't see Mark that time, and after that he remained in his room.

As the night advanced he thought about taking a bath, but he had already showered once and didn't feel like it was necessary. And soon, it was time to sleep.

While Dylan remained in his regular clothes for the rest of the day, he did decide he wasn't letting go of sleeping in a diaper. His secret was already out, he was alone in his bedroom, it made no sense to restrain himself now.

And so, he took off his clothes, grabbed his supplies, and went on to diaper himself. And with his plain white t-shirt on top, he was ready for bed.

He did think about humping himself again, as he felt he didn't really get any "relief" from his adventures of that day. Still, he was way too tired and way too emotionally exhausted to actually do much that night, and was soon in a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the sun was shining bright through his window, signalling his very first day as a proper college student.

And also ready to greet him was his morning wood, as well as his need to pee.

Once more he sat on the bed, relaxed his bladder, and just let go. The warm pee hitting his skin, dribbling down and getting absorbed by the diaper, that was now getting visibly wet at the front. A great way to start the day, and it did make him lament having to take it off so soon, as he needed to go down for breakfast.

Well... Or maybe he didn't have to take it out. He and Mark did agree to not bother each other over their interests, so what if the older one knew he was diapered? Also, just having shorts or some pants over it would probably be more than enough cover. Or...

- Ah, fuck it.

Maybe it was his natural horniness in the morning that took over his brain, but Dylan decided to leave his room just like he was, in a plain white t-shirt and a pretty wet diaper. Didn't Mark pretty much tell him to do so the day before? Well, then let's see if he actually meant it!

And so, he went down the stairs. Passing through Mark's bedroom, his door was open, but there was no one inside. Maybe he left the house?

When Dylan reached the kitchen, however, he saw it wasn't the case. Right there, Mark was pouring some milk over a bowl of cereal. And yes, he was completely naked.

As Dylan stepped into the kitchen, Mark finally took notice of the young man. He did a quick look and immediately noticed the wet diaper.

And then, he smiled. A knowingly grin that was also forming on Dylan's face, as the two traded stares.

- Well, well, looks like the baby woke up - Mark said, giving Dylan a wink. - Good morning.

Dylan shook his head a bit, rolling his eyes.

- Well, at least I have some modesty! - He said, pinking the cereal box from the table - Good morning.

And so, their day started. How it would go none could say, but at least for now, they felt the morning was nice. The day was hot, the milk was cold, one was baring it all and the other was sitting on his own piss.

Definitely a good start.

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