The first chapter of many planned. Hopefully, you guys like it!
She was tall. Pretty. Maybe 40 years of age, and well-dressed enough to reflect the money that her home had already demonstrated. The estate was maybe only a ten minute drive from the university downtown, but the yard was large and the home was connected to the road by a long driveway that wound through the trees. From here, on the stoop, one could barely tell they had neighbors.
"Nick! It's so wonderful to finally meet you." she said, shaking his hand vigorously before pulling him in for a hug.
"Great to meet you too-" he replied, a bit taken back by her enthusiasm. "Honestly, just glad I could find a place so last minute."
His last apartment had been bought out, and the new owners had proceeded with early evictions. Nick had been planning to move out within a few months anyway when he went off to college, but they were scheduled to begin demolition in April, and finding an available apartment in this college town in February had been difficult. Finding this place a twenty minute bus ride from his school had been a lifesaver. Of course, he'd have half a year before the semester started, but his work was remote, and he didn't have all that many friends to leave behind anyway. Most of them had headed off to various colleges three years ago after high school graduation. Nick, lacking the grades for a scholarship, had remained behind to save for a few years.
"Oh, I'm just glad I can be of some help. Please, come in. Can I help you with your bags?" She grabbed one from his hands without waiting for approval, and he followed her inside.
The interior was equally impressive. High ceilings, nice wooden floors, and a dark, cozy color scheme that gave faint impressions of a log cabin. The sort that rich people buy.
"You have a beautiful home." he said.
"Oh, thank you, you're too kind. I'm quite happy with it as well." Julie replied. "Please, let me show you to your room."
The home was quite large. Julie didn't seem inclined to give the tour, but he was sure he'd see the rest of the home later. He was quickly led to the basement down a narrow flight of stairs.
Past two doors--one at the bottom of the stairs, and one immediately after on the right hand of the hall--was Nick's new room. To say he was impressed would be an understatement.
Apparently, the yard in the back of the home fell away, allowing this basement room to have large, beautiful windows. The theme was consistent with the rest of the home. Dark wood floors, a large bad at one wall, and a television on top of a dresser. At the back corner, Nick spotted an open door that led to a personal bathroom. Another door led straight into the backyard. He would have his own entrance.
"Oh, this is perfect. I can't say thank you enough."
Julie shrugged. "Honestly honey, I'm just happy that we were able to help you find a place. Criminal what they did you back in your hometown." She had a slight southern drawl to her voice.
"To be honest, if it means I get to stay here, I'm almost glad it happened. I can't believe you didn't have a dozen students scrambling to get this place."
"Oh, we usually do. We had a girl for quite some time, but she had an illness in the family that she needed to go home and tend to. We were sad to see her go, of course, but at least the odd timing meant you didn't have to go homeless."
Nick nodded. Julie put her hands on her hips. "Well, I'll let you get unpacked. Feel free to look around. Dinner is at 6:30 sharp. We can go over house rules more at the table."
"That's perfect. I'll be up by then." Nick replied. Julie nodded, and marched back up the stairs.
Honestly, Nick could not believe his luck. This place was as perfect as anything he could have asked for. The room was spacious--certainly more than large enough to house his sparse possessions. The rent was affordable, though he was sure that Julie could charge much more than she was charging him. Things were finally going his way, it seemed.
---
Dinner looked fantastic. Julie was still cooking over the stovetop when he ascended the stairs at 6:15, but much of the meal was laid out on the table.
"Oh, hello Nick. I thought we'd do something a little fancier tonight. You like salmon, I hope?"
"Of course," he said, taking his seat. "Can I help in any way?"
"No, no, get comfortable. Tell me a bit about yourself, Nick? I know we spoke on the phone, but I feel as though I barely know you."
And so the two of them chatted. Nick spoke about the recent passing of his father. His mother had not been part of the picture growing up, so his death had left Nick parentless at the age of 19. He'd been getting by, and neighbors had certainly been helpful in picking up some of the slack, but it had been two years now, and he felt it was time to get out of town. College had seemed like a natural option.
Julie spoke about herself as well. She had been married once, but only for a few years, and it was quite some time ago. Her career had gotten in the way of the relationship, and Julie had learned too late the importance of taking breaks from her unceasing work. She didn't have hard feelings, and the two of them were on speaking terms, but he lived a few towns over with his new wife and several children. Some years ago, she'd sold her business, and still did some consulting with the company, but her role was far less important than it once had been.
Dinner went well. The food was delicious, though Julie noted that it probably wouldn't be this fancy every night. Conversation flowed easily, and Nick felt extremely good about his situation.
Perhaps thirty minutes into the meal, Julie took a deep breath. "So, while I know this isn't the most fun thing to discuss, there are a few rules I expect you to observe while you stay here."
Nick perked up. "Of course."
"I am, of course, very happy to have you here. I usually try to have a student boarder at any given time. It keeps the home from feeling too empty. That said, this house does require some maintenance, and given that I'm renting out the room far below market rates, I expect some of that gap to be filled with help around the house."
Nick nodded. He'd expected as much.
She went on to list several chores that she expected help with. It was nothing crazy--dishes, vacuuming, bathrooms, etc. There was really only one that made Nick perk up. Julie stated sharply, "Lastly, I have two very important requests. First, you need to keep your room clean. I don't plan to spend much time there at all, but it's important to me that you make your bed each morning, and keep it tidy each night. I'm not concerned about perfection here, but I won't have a pigsty accumulating in my basement. It's unseemly, even if it is your room."
Nick nodded again. "Not a problem." He was a decently clean person, though he did find it odd she cared so much.
"Second, there's a few other rooms in the basement that I don't want you wandering around in. Feel free to go anywhere on the first or second story, but in the basement, please stay out of the other doors. I keep all my storage back there, and I like to keep it private. Alright?
"Not a problem."
"Good. Then I don't think we'll have any issues at all."
"Looking forward to it."
---
That evening, Nick was on his laptop, deeply involved in a game, when he heard a knock at his door.
"Come in."
Julie entered, holding a glass in her hand. "Sorry to bother you. I just thought I'd bring you some milk before I go to bed and make sure you're getting settled. Everything going okay?"
Nick paused the music playing from his TV. "Absolutely. It's as perfect as anything I could have asked for."
"Good, good. Here you go. I know it might not be a habit of yours, but a glass of milk before bed always helps me fall asleep." She held her hand out to him, glass in hand.
He took it, somewhat hesitantly, and was about to set it on the nightstand before realizing she looked as if she was waiting for him to return the glass. "Oh, come on. She's being sweet," he thought to himself. He put it to his lips and began to drink.
Nick wasn't a huge fan of milk, but this glass was different. He started cautiously, but about halfway through the glass, he realized something. "This is incredible."
Far and away, this was the best thing he'd ever drunk. It was sweet in all the right ways, but not overpowering. He could feel his body relaxing as the cold liquid rushed down into his stomach. Before he knew it, and far too soon, the glass was gone.
"Wow, you really liked that!" Julie said, clearly pleased with herself.
"Yeah, what's in it? That was delicious."
"Oh, I just pick it up at this amazing grocery store in town. Its locally produced and all that, but honestly I just buy it because it tastes good. I'm so glad you enjoyed it."
Nick nodded, still craving more, but somehow embarrassed to ask. "Thank you, Julie."
"Of course Nick. Have a good night."
"Good night, Julie."
Julie stepped out of the room, leaving Nick alone with his thoughts. His eyelids were dropping. He looked at the clock. 11:30.
"I should get some sleep." He put the laptop away, and rolled into his covers. This was going to be the first good year in a while.
---
Nick woke with the early morning sun glinting through his windows, filtered by the large trees that dotted the backyard. He'd forgotten to shut the curtains last night--not a mistake he'd make again.
For a moment he just lay there, basking in the sunlight warming his room. This bed was so comfortable. So soft, so cool, so-
"Is that.... water?" he thought to himself. He thought he felt moisture.
He threw back his covers, and sure enough, there was a dark stain on his shorts, stretching perhaps 4 or five inches in every direction. He had wet the bed.
"What the hell..." he said, astounded that he had pissed himself for the first time in over a decade. "What happened?"
He stood up, and groaned at the small wet patch on the bed sheets. It looked like the comforter would be okay, but he had almost certainly stained the mattress. A quick pull of the sheets confirmed his worst fears.
The next several minutes were spent balling up the sheets, his clothing, and the comforter (just to be safe) into the laundry basket and scrubbing at the mattress with a couple of rags he'd found in the bathroom. He'd need more than this if he wanted to do a decent job, but he didn't know where any of the chemicals were. If he asked Julie, would she suspect something was wrong? He didn't want to make a bad impression so early on into their relationship, but he also knew the laundry machines were upstairs.
It turns out his worries were overly optimistic, for she would find out without him ever leaving his room. While he was hard at work, scrubbing the mattress, he heard a knock at his door.
"Nick? I'm sorry if I'm too early, but are you awake? Can I talk to you for just a moment?
Nick sighed. "Yeah, one sec." He shouldn't try to be dishonest anyway. Maybe she would appreciate the candor if he didn't try to hide what had happened.
He tossed on some sweatpants, fully aware he hadn't yet showered and his crotch was still not clean. "More laundry, I suppose."
He opened the door, and Julie smiled at him. "Good morning Nick. I'm so sorry, I was planning on making you breakfast, but I need to go take care of something at work. An emergency came up that they need me for and... what happened?" Her eyes fell on the basket full of wadded up bedding, and then spotted the mattress, sheetless, in the background.
She stepped in, not asking for permission, and strode straight over to the bed, observing the still obvious stain on the mattress. "Did you..."
"I'm so sorry Julie. I don't know what happened. I was trying to clean it, but I probably need something stronger than a couple of rags."
Julie nodded. She was clearly annoyed, but she didn't look too angry. "No, no, that's alright. I can point you to some cleaner, though I don't think you'll be able to get all of it out. This has sat for far too long now."
Nick understood her frustration. She had obviously spent a lot of money on this room, and he had done damage on his first night.
She opened her mouth to question him again. "Is this a... problem that we should be worried about?" she asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"No, no," Nick replied, probably too eagerly to be believable. "Honestly, this hasn't happened in years. I don't know what's going on but.... No. You don't need to worry about this being a regular thing. And I'll try my best to clean everything up before you get home."
"Thank you Nick. I'm obviously concerned about something like this, but so long as you say it won't be a regular issue, I think we can forget it ever happened."
Nick breathed an internal sigh of relief.
---
The clean up had gone fairly smoothly. Julie had returned sometime afterwards from work, and had made dinner for the two of them. It was tacos this time. The day had passed uneventfully--neither of them had had any notable experiences at work--so the conversation once again revolved around backgrounds. Julie hadn't been explicit about it, but given the way that she spoke about her lifestyle, Nick could infer that she had a lot of money.
Near the close of dinner, Julie took a deep breath again--the sort she took before saying something she didn't want to say.
"So, I picked something up at the store today."
"Yeah?" Nick asked, through a mouthful of food.
"I bought a protective sheet. I want you to put it on the bed tonight."
Nick almost choked, but held it together. He swallowed soon after. "Protective? Like a rubber sheet?"
Julie nodded. "Exactly like that."
Nick was taken aback. He already felt awful about this morning. Now though, he felt it was being blown out of proportion. "Julie, I promise you, it won't happen again."
"I know Nick, I know. I just want it on there just in case. I know you're in a new place, and while I understand you've not wet the bed in several years, I also know that a change in environment can often lead to other unexpected changes in the body."
"She really thinks I'm going to wet the bed." It stung him to hear her talk about it so bluntly, but he knew she was being reasonable.
She continued. "It will only be for a day or two. Just to make sure there won't be any further problems."
Nick nodded. "Alright. I'll do it."
Julie smiled, and reached into some grocery bags near her seat, pulling out a large box. "It's in here. I'll leave it to you to install, if that's okay. I have some things to take care of."
---
The sheet had been pretty easy to put on the bed. It wasn't that big of a deal, or at least that's what Nick kept telling himself. It was louder, more crinkly, and he would almost certainly be hotter lying on it, but he would get by. "Besides, its only temporary."
At around the same time as the night prior, a knock came at the door. Nick called to enter, and Julie stepped in, glass of milk in hand.
"Oh good, that looks wonderful. Thank you for doing this Nick. I know how embarrassing this must be for you."
"Of course," Nick said.
"I brought you another glass of milk. Would you like some?"
"Boy, would I?" Nick thought to himself, but he took it from Julie in a much less enthusiastic fashion. The glass went quickly, and he handed the dish back to Julie. "Thank you."
"Of course Nick. Have a good night."
---
Morning came slower this time, as Nick had remembered to close the curtains. Sunlight still peeked through at the corners, but the room was much dimmer, and thus, much easier to sleep in.
The clock face showed 10:30 when Nick finally opened his groggy eyes. He'd not stayed up late the night prior--he'd fallen asleep soon after Julie had brought him the milk--and it was uncharacteristic of him to sleep in this late. Perhaps the recent travel had finally caught up to him, he supposed.
Then came a memory of the morning prior, like a thunderbolt. His hand jumped to his crotch.
"Shit." he thought to himself. He was definitely wet.
He jumped out of bed, throwing back the covers. The puddle was even larger this morning, though this possibly had something to do with the sheet not being absorbent. Likely for the same reason, the comforter had definitely taken some damage this time.
"Shit, shit shit, shit." He repeated to himself as he stripped himself of his sodden sweatpants. "What will Julie think?"
He practically sprinted into the attached bathroom, and jumped into the shower, scrubbing at himself with everything he could muster. It had been years since he'd last wet the bed. Now, two days in a row? What was wrong with him?
He jumped out of the shower with a slightly calmer heart rate. There was nothing he could do about it now. Julie would certainly be suspicious if he tried to wash his comforter again today for no particular reason, and he didn't see an alternative to cleaning the situation up before she would see it. All he could do was tell her, and pray she didn't kick him out.
He wouldn't have to wait long for her to find out, it would turn out. He emerged from the bathroom, luckily wrapped in a towel, to see Julie standing over his sheet, a disappointed look on her face.
"Wha-What are you doing in here?" Nick asked.
Julie turned to face him. She was angry, but she was good at maintaining her calm. "Nick, I thought you said this wouldn't be a problem."
He wanted to ask why she'd barged into his room unannounced, but it didn't really feel like the right time for that line of argument. Instead, he hung his head. "I'm sorry Julie. It hasn't happened in years, and I don't know what else to say. If you need me to find another place to stay, I understand."
Julie tapped her foot angrily, but did not reply. Armed with a few chemicals she'd brought down, she began scrubbing at the rubber sheet. "Take those to the washer." she said, gesturing at his once-again-full laundry basket. He hastily obeyed.
On his return, he jumped into the bathroom to put on some real clothes, but when he emerged, Julie was gone. Apparently she'd finished.
He performed a cursory search of the house, but noticed her car in the garage was gone. "Great." Now he'd have to sit on the ambiguity of his housing's fate until she came home.
---
Nick heard Julie's car enter the garage a few long hours later. Out of penance, Nick had spent the time cleaning the house the best he could. Julie kept a tidy home, but there had been a few things Nick had been able to dust or organize.
When Julie entered the house, her arms were laden with several large bags. Had she gone shopping?
"Nick! Good, you're here. Please take a seat." she said, gesturing to the dining table. She seemed to be in a better mood. He sat, and she joined him after setting the bags on the counter.
"Julie, I'm so so-" She cut off his apology.
"Nick, it is okay. I'm not going to kick you out."
At this, he breathed a visible sigh of relief. Finding housing right now would be a nightmare, and he had absolutely no connections in this city. Frankly, he'd spent part of the last few hours combing housing forums, and had been very discouraged by the lack of availability.
Julie continued though. "We are going to have to set a few rules, though, if you are going to continue to live here."
Nick nodded. He didn't have a lot of options at this point.
She reached into one of the bags, and held up something white and puffy. "I'm going to need you to wear these at night. I can't have the bed ruined, and frankly, I think this is more than a fair solution."
"Diapers? You want me to wear diapers? Julie, I'm twenty-one-" Again, she cut him off.
"I understand that Nick. But you must also understand the situation I am in. If I kick you out right now, I doubt you will find suitable housing. If this problem of yours continues, your options will be even more limited. Correct?"
Nick nodded.
"Then I think this is a fair compromise. You will wear these each night. If this continues to be an issue, then I think these will make an enormous amount of sense."
Nick wanted to reply that he obviously wouldn't wet again, but he felt his credibility was a bit lacking on that front at this point. Instead, he asked a question. "What if it stops being a problem?"
"If you wake up in a dry diaper for a week straight, then we can talk about returning to business as usual. Until then, you'll put these on every night before you fall asleep. If you forget, we will have to take more drastic measures. I don't want to have to babysit you, but you understand, I can't bear to have this problem continue unmanaged."
"A week straight?" Why was his first thought to find that an unattainable standard? Surely, he could last a week.
"Do we have a deal?" she asked, extending her hand.
He shook it.
---
That night, there was a weight on Nick's shoulders. At dinner, though the conversation was once-again pleasant enough, he couldn't help but think about the childish garment he was going to have to put on that night. Earlier that afternoon, Julie had helped him fill one of his dresser drawers with the diapers. She'd also required the rubber sheet to stay on.
"These won't hold perfectly. Two layers of protection are better than one." She had said. He couldn't really argue with her.
Despite that, it didn't really feel real yet. It would soon, though.
"So, Nick?" Julie asked.
"Hmm?"
"Do you need help putting on your diaper?" she asked, in far too comfortable a tone.
His face went beet red. "No, I can handle it."
Julie seemed unconvinced. "You're an only child, so my guess would be that you don't have much experience dealing with this sort of thing. Additionally, you said yourself that you haven't wet the bed in years, telling me you're probably at least a bit rusty at this. Why don't you do your best to put one on, and then come show me. I can check it, and make sure it's tight enough in all the right places. Okay?"
Less out of agreement than desperateness to end the line of conversation, Nick agreed. Maybe she was right.
---
To Nick's surprise, it was a little harder to put on than he'd expected. Maybe Julie was right. His first attempt to put on the diaper had been while standing up, but that had gone poorly, and had ruined the diaper. The second one he had attempted while laying down, but even that one felt loose-ish at the hips.
"Oh well." He didn't know how tight they needed to be. Maybe Julie would say it was fine.
He tossed on a pair of shorts and walked up the stairs, legs noticeably wider apart due to the stuffing between them. The noise too-the noise was unbearably conspicuous. The crinkling coming from his pants was a constant reminder of his body's recent failures. It bothered him to no end.
Julie was in the kitchen, deep in thought at the table while reading through something for work. She looked up as he approached, and took her reading glasses off. "You're wearing a diaper?" He nodded.
"Good." She said. "Let's see how you did."
Without warning, she pulled his shorts down to his knees, evoking a visceral reaction from Nick, who jumped backwards. "What are you doing?!" He asked.
Julie gave him a look as if to say that this was the most obvious thing in the world. "How am I supposed to check if its on properly if you don't let me see it?"
With trepidation in his heart, Nick acquiesed, dropping his own pants this time. It felt awful to have so much of his leg exposed, and the discomfort wouldn't end there.
"No, no, this is much too loose." She said, grabbing at the diaper. Again, Nick's instinct was to flee, but he held his ground as she pulled on each tape and refastened it, making a much tighter seal around his legs. She was surprisingly capable for someone who had never had kids.
"There, doesn't that feel better?" she said, slapping his diapered butt like she hadn't just nearly manhandled his crotch. Nick slowly pulled his shorts back up.
"Yes, thank you Julie."
"Good. Head to bed, and I'll bring you a glass of milk in just a moment.
---
True to her word, Julie entered his room with the glass in hand. She hadn't knocked, and Nick wanted to complain that she was becoming far too comfortable entering his room without announcement, but the time didn't feel quite right.
"You sleep tight, okay bud?" she said, running her hand through his hair. It felt a little juvenile, but at least the two of them seemed to be on good terms again.
"Good night Julie."
"Good night Nick." she said, closing the door.
---
Nick's dreams that night were extremely vivid. He was floating through a pool of some sort, as if drifting in space, while beautiful flashes of colors--mostly pink and blue--washed the air around him. It all felt so warm. If only he could feel this way when he was awake.
That thought roused him slightly, as considering the validity of a dream is often enough to break its hold and wake from it. Unfortunately, he awoke to the same warm sensation that he'd felt in his dream. He was wetting his diaper.
With great effort, he was able to stop the stream of urine into his diaper, but the damage was already done. A quick feel was able to confirm that his diaper was swollen--far too much to still be passed off as dry.
He looked at the clock. 3:00 AM. "Shit." he said to himself, jumping up and turning on the light. To his pleasant surprise, the sheet was unmarked. His diaper had kept the whole mess contained.
The next few minutes were spent removing the diaper, tossing it in the can, and showering himself off. It was 3:30 AM when he returned to bed. For a moment he debated forgetting the diaper--it was only a few hours to sunrise, after all, and he'd already peed. Would he be fine?
He thought better of it though, cursing as he put another white, puffy diaper around his legs. Once again, his positioning was far from perfect, but he wasn't about to go wake Julie to check another diaper. It would be fine.
---
The next morning, rather than waking up with the sunlight, Nick awoke to the noise of a knock at the door. Julie entered soon after, carrying with her a plate of pancakes.
"Good morning, Nick. How did you sleep?"
"Good." he said. "Hey, you didn't wait long between the knock and entering. I could have been naked in here."
She waved her hand, as if to brush away his concern. "You were fast asleep, Nick. I hadn't heard a peep from down here all morning."
"What time is it?"
"Oh, it's 10 or so." she said.
Dammit,, he'd slept in again. His work didn't track hours when he worked remotely, so it wasn't a problem for schedule, but it was odd that he was waking up so much later. He'd have to start setting an alarm again.
"I made you some breakfast. Can we check your diapers, and see if they're dry?"
Nick nodded hesitantly, though didn't move the covers. Instead, his hand went to the bulge at his crotch. Wet again. He hadn't made it.
Julie approached, and drew back the covers herself. "Too bad, Nicky-boy. It looks like you're wet for the third night in a row. Ope, it looks like we still leaked a little bit too."
"What?" Nick asked, somewhat incredulous. "But I had a diaper on?"
Julie's fingers brushed against the tabs on his fastened diaper. "These are so loose. Did you change your diaper?"
Nick, still waking up, began to explain. "I woke up wet in the middle of the night. I had to change diapers."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Nick, I don't think I can trust you to put these on on your own. Your diaper leaked pretty badly here."
"What do you want me to do? Go back to sleep in a wet diaper?"
"If you're not going to come wake me up, yes. A poorly-worn diaper is hardly a help at all, and I don't think you know how to put these on properly."
She wanted him to sleep in a wet diaper? That was insane. Grasping at straws, he continued. "But, Julie, I wet twice last night. What if the first diaper hadn't held?" Immediately after this sentence, he realized he was only entrenching in Julie's mind that he was a bedwetter.
At this comment though, she pondered. "Where's the other diaper?" He gestured at the garbage bin in the corner. She pulled it out, observing his pitiful attempts to wrap it and checking its saturation. "You make a good point, Nick. You might need thicker nighttime diapers. I thought these would be enough, but I did buy some higher-capacity ones just in case. I really thought your wetting would be light, but... Well, I guess we're both a bit disappointed." At this last comment, she laughed softly.
Nick hung his head in shame. He'd wet two diapers to saturation last night. What was happening to him?
"Do I really have to sleep through the night in a wet diaper?" he asked. Julie nodded.
"Yes, Nick. I'm going to have to start checking that the diaper I put you to bed in is the same one you woke up in. If you disobey me on this, I will have to take more drastic measures."
"What does that mean?"
Julie just chuckled. "Nick, wearing them isn't that big of a deal. You slept through a full night in wet sheets. Why is this any different?"
Nick vacillated. "I don't know... it's gross."
"It's gross cleaning up after you, too, Nick. You are not allowed to change out of your diaper and into a new one without my permission. Am I understood?"
"Yes Julie."
"Good. Now, eat your pancakes before you change. They'll get cold if you clean up first."
---
A week had passed. Nick had wet the bed every single night. At this point, the two of them weren't even pretending that things were going to get better. It was just a given that Nick would wet the bed each night.
Julie had become far more comfortable encroaching on his space as well. Yesterday, she'd even offered to change his diapers for him, if he liked. He'd vehemently refused, but she'd assured him it wouldn't be a big deal. "I've babysat plenty, my friend. I've volunteered at elderly care homes. It won't be anything out of the ordinary."
It didn't help Nick's embarrassment that he found Julie incredibly attractive. Yes, she was quite a bit older than him, but if he'd run into her at a bar, he absolutely would have tried to strike up a conversation. Her frame was thin, but athletic, and her ass was absolutely gorgeous. Her breasts were slightly above average-sized, but she often wore clothing that accentuated her figure and really brought them to the forefront. Couple all that with her sharp features, long brown hair, and cute southern drawl, and Nick honestly felt like she was among the most perfect women he'd ever met. Not to mention, she was rich.
Nonetheless, it seemed unlikely that anything was going to strike up between the two of them. She was practically his mother now, waking him up in the morning and checking his diapers, which were consistently wet. Once, she had even put her hand on the crotch, and felt the padding to see how saturated it was.
Of course, he hadn't felt much through the new diapers she was making him wear. At least twice as thick, these new diapers were far more constricting than the originals. Additionally, instead of the original plain white print, these ones had small moon graphics that made Nick feel leaps and bounds more childish while wearing them.
Several times during the week, Nick also began to feel a special sense of urgency when he noticed his bladder calling. Once, he'd felt a slight urge to go, but it had been light enough for him not to worry about it. Several minutes later, the urge had returned, overwhelming and overpowering. He'd nearly wet his pants, and had made it to the toilet just in time to release a rush of urine far more significant than his original urge had indicated. He started peeing more frequently, hoping to control this phenomenon.
Once more during the week, he'd awoken in the midst of wetting his pants. He'd agonized over whether to wake Julie, but had decided against it. These thick diapers swelled plenty and warmed when he peed, but after a few minutes, they just felt like puffy pants. He'd gone back to bed, and woken up to an even more swollen diaper.
Each evening she was still checking his diaper's fit, and each evening, she was impossible to satisfy. The adjustments happened each night, and each night it felt like she was more comfortable grasping at his crotch. She'd felt her fingers brush his penis several times when she reached into the leg-holes to test for fit. Each time, she'd carried on like nothing had happened.
His dreams had gotten more vivid as well. Julie was in many of them, usually portrayed in various states of undress. She'd whisper sensual things in his ear and his imagination would run wild at the sorts of things she'd ask him to do, but each morning when he opened his eyes to see her face as she woke him, it was pity and not arousal that marked her face. Who could blame her--the room reeked of piss every morning.
The one highlight of their relationship had been the milk. Nick still wasn't sure what was in it, and Julie was anything but forthcoming about her "little secret" Regardless, it was the one part of their routine that Nick was always excited about. She was right--in addition to being delicious, it seemed to help him fall asleep faster.
This night was no different. Julie had check his diaper, fixed it, and given him the glass, which he quickly downed.
"Good night, Nicky-boy." She'd taken to calling him that, over the last few days. "Make sure you sleep through the night tonight, okay. I have a meeting early tomorrow, so I can't have you waking me up. You keep that diaper on, and I'll be back around 9:30 to change you."
"Okay. Good night, Julie."
---
Late the night, Nick's nose wrinkled as he awoke. There was a stench in the room that smelled awful. It smelled as if someone had-
As if someone had shit themselves.
Nick threw back the covers, and beheld his diaper. A slight move of his torso confirmed the worst. He had shit his diaper, and was now sitting in a pile of his own crap.
For a moment, he was paralyzed. What was he to do? Wetting had been bad, but this was horrendous news? Not only was he wetting the bed--was he about to start taking dumps in it as well? Would this nightmare ever end?
He jumped out of bed, waddling carefully to the bathroom where he cautiously removed the tapes. Julie would understand him changing this one, right?
The diaper reeked, and the smell hit his nose like a freight train. Luckily, the contents were fairly solid. Otherwise, he might have vomited right then and there.
He showered for probably twenty minutes, eventually resorting to toilet paper to ensure that his rear was clean. He was brought to the verge of tears during the process, distraught that his dignity had fallen so far in a matter of days. He was a child--a twenty one years old child that needed diapers to get through the night.
Finally, he felt clean enough to step back out into his room. The diaper, he wadded up as tightly as he could and wrapped it in a clean one to try and tamp down the smell. His garbage can had a swinging lid on it, luckily, but some urine odors would still leak out from time to time. With this diaper, he didn't want to take any chances.
Now, the dilemma. Julie had ordered him not to wake her, and to sleep through the night in that diaper. Now, what was he to do?
"I shouldn't wake her up," he said. "I can figure this out. She'll understand." He spoke as if trying to convince himself as well. On came the next diaper, and on went the straps. Finally, he dove back into the covers. Luckily, none of his mess had escaped his soiled diapers.
---
The next morning, Nick became alert at the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. He had not slept well since his accident, distressed at what was happening to his nighttime continence. His diaper was dry, but likely only because he'd not yet slept for more than a few minutes at a time.
As the door opened, Nick saw Julie's nose immediately crinkle. Apparently, that garbage pail wasn't doing enough. "Pee-yu!" she stated, waving her hand in front of her nose. "Nick, did you... did you go poop in your diaper?" She was clearly shocked.
Nick found himself hiding under the covers. He did not respond. Julie approached, frustration evident in her face. "Nick, you told me this wouldn't be a problem, and yet it seems to only be getting worse. Now, you've gone and had to sit in your shitty diaper all night, and-" at this she drew back the covers and paused. She saw his clean diaper.
Wordlessly, she walked over the garbage pail, and reached inside, pulling out his last accident. "Did you change your diaper, Nick?"
She spoke furiously. He nodded.
"What did I tell you about that Nick? What did I tell you about putting on your own diaper? I told you that you had to check it with me. Right?"
He nodded again. "I'm sorry Julie. It was messy, and I-"
"I don't care if it was messy. If you needed a change so bad, you should have come to get me."
"But your meeting?"
"The meeting is not worth you pissing on my mattress again, Nick." At this point, Nick was sure he had never seen her this angry. "Get cleaned up. We'll talk about this later."
---
The day passed slowly. Nick continued his work in his room, only coming up for dinner. Julie was on the phone for most of it, chatting with someone from work about an issue he didn't understand. He found his way back to his room quickly.
Later that evening, another knock at his door came. Julie entered, carrying something plastic in her hands.
"Nick. How are you?"
"I'm good." He felt that he had recovered some of my composure after the trauma of last night.
"Good. We're going to try something tonight, okay?"
"What is it?" Nick asked, clearly curious about what Julie was holding in her hands.
"These are plastic pants. Not only do they help provide a little bit of extra protection from messes, which might be needed considering current circumstances." At this, Nick blushed. "They also have a locking mechanic that will keep you from taking them off.
"What!?" Nick exclaimed. "That's absurd!"
Julie slowly shook her head. "It's not. I will be here every night, whenever you need a diaper change. I'm sorry for getting mad at you this morning and for making you feel unable to come get a change. If you are only wet, I still will ask you to sleep through the night. However, if you go poopy in your pants and need a change, you can come wake me, and I promise I will not be mad. Okay?"
It wasn't lost on Nick that she'd used the word "poopy". Quite a childish word. Also, this was insane.
"So, you're saying I won't be able to take off my own pants? I don't feel okay with that!"
"Well, I don't feel alright with your accidents progressively getting worse and worse all while you continue to disobey me. We keep a tidy house around here, and we make sacrifices to that end. You will wear these diapers, and these plastic pants, or you can find another place to live."
I was out of options. I considered for a moment. "Fine."
"Do you have your diaper on now?" she asked. I shook my head. "Okay, well given that you're sitting in bed, maybe it would be a good idea from now on to put it on before we start settling in, okay?"
"Okay, Julie."
"Why don't you come lay down over here?" she asked, patting the floor.
I was not going to let this happen. "Oh, no, Julie, I can put my own diaper on."
She shrugged. "Suit yourself. Put it on in the bathroom and come check it with me."
I did as she asked, and upon my return she, as always, refastened the straps and pulled on every hole, making sure the diaper was snug. She then held the plastic pants out in front of me, asking me to step inside of them. They were pulled up around my diapers, and a small chain running through the waistband was pulled taut behind my back. I heard the small "click" of a padlock, and watched as Julie pocketed the key
Alright, Nicky-boy. You want some milk."
At this point, anything to make him feel better was a godsend. "Yes please."
---
The next few nights passed fairly uneventfully. Nick didn't mess his diapers, but did wake up each day wet. The wetting hadn't woken him up in the night in several days now, which was worrying him. Was he somehow becoming even less sensitized to his body's waste process?
Several days later, he was sitting on the couch upstairs, watching the end of a show that had been on during lunch. Julie, perhaps feeling bad for him, had given him a glass of milk during lunch, which was a first. Usually he had to wait until evening to get this, and he'd drank it greedily.
Sitting there on the couch, he started to nod off. Julie was upstairs, and he had been working quite hard all morning. He was tired.
Napping there, he began to dream. He dreamt of Julie, this time nearly nude, wearing only panties and bra to contain her beautiful breasts. In this dream, she came to him, caressing his chest and whispering in his ear. "Nicky-boy, come to me." she said, pulling his head to her breasts.
As if by design, Nick felt his lips wrapping around her breast and she lifted her bra over her shoulders with her other hand. In seconds, he'd started a sucking motion, which filled him with a warmth tickling down from his mouth to his chest to his-
To his dick.
He jumped awake, in the midst of massively wetting his pants on the couch. He screamed, and jumped up, running to the nearest bathroom on the main floor.
It was far too late. When he arrived, his pants were entirely soaked, and the puddle was no longer growing. He began to cry.
For several minutes, he wept in front of the mirror, devastated by the image of him in soaked jeans desperately in need of a diaper. What was happening to him?
"Nick?" he heard Julie call from the main room. "Are you okay?"
"Fine." he said through tears.
"Can you come here?"
He brushed his eyes dry as best he could, and grabbed a towel off the wall to wrap his jeans in. He still felt soaked, but maybe this would help with dripping. The floor in this room was wood anyway--easier to clean.
He stepped out to see Julie kneeling over the couch, scrubbing at the wet patch with a rag and a bottle of furniture cleaner. She turned to look at him, and pity came across her face. She could tell he had been crying.
"Oh, Nicky-baby, did you have an accident?"
"Yes, but-but Julie... I don't know what happened!" he sounded like a blubbering crybaby, clearly on the verge of tears. Julie stood up, and approached him, arms outstretched. He went to return the gesture, but stopped when he spotted something on the floor near Julie. A diaper--one of the thinner ones he'd used when he'd first started wetting. "No, you're not making me wear that."
Julie's face wrinkled apologetically, and she shook her head slowly, with a hand on each of his shoulders. "Nick, you just peed all over my couch. I don't know what's going on either, but given the track record so far, it seems like this is the best plan. I want you to put this on in the bathroom. There's a shower in there you can use, and you can leave your wet jeans in there. I'll clean them up later."
Nick sniffled again, pushing his face into her chest and, for a moment, recalling the dream he'd been having when he'd wet. Intrusive thoughts of a bare-chested Julie made their way into his mind, causing blood to immediately rush from his dick. He shook the thoughts away, and picked up the diaper.
In the bathroom, he regarded himself pitifully. His pants were soaked--this was not a small wetting, though it luckily hadn't soaked all the way to his feet. As he peeled the wet jeans off of his legs, he winced at the slow, sticky noise of damp denim pulling away from skin.
The shower felt nice. The diaper did not though, and as he stepped out into the main room again, Julie went through her same motions, adjusting the tapes and pulling the legs tighter than he had managed. He looked at the couch, and saw a large, damp spot where Julie had been scrubbing. He felt awful.
"There you go, Nicky-boy. We'll just wear these lighter ones during the day for now. Same rules apply--if you can go a week without wetting once during the day, then we can talk about going back to your old underwear. Okay?"
"Okay." Nick said, sullenly.
"You need anything else Nick? Can I get you some more food?"
He shook his head. "No, I'm just going to go do some work in my room, I think."
"Okay Nick, I'll be up here if you need me."
---
He sat at his desk for most the day, peering out into the expansive backyard full of bare trees. The spring would soon bring a lot of greenery back to the area, but it was beautiful nonetheless. He'd put shorts on after coming back to his room, but every time he looked at his bulging crotch or heard the loud crinkling of the diaper that came with the slightest motion, he was reminded of his crippling embarrassment. "At least it's only Julie that knows," he thought. Surely, he could get all this sorted out before school started in a few months. There had to be a medicine or a surgery that would help him. He would go see a doctor, sometime soon.
The evening came quickly. Nick had finished up his work, and spent the rest of the evening playing video games on his PS5. Some hours into it, he felt an urge to pee and, knowing what that had started to mean, immediately stood up to run to the bathroom.
He was astonished at how quickly his body went from 0 to 60 on the urgency of the situation. He had stood up immediately, and by the time he was in the bathroom, he felt as if he was probably ten seconds away from pissing himself. Luckily, he was able to rip his diaper off in time, and made it to the toilet. "What is going on with me?" he thought to himself.
He soon finished up in the bathroom, and without thinking he went to open his underwear drawer. Much to his astonishment, the contents had changed. Rather than looking at the dark outline of several pairs of boxers, he was looking at a long, well-organized line of puffy white diapers. Two drawers were now full of these plastic prisons--one for nighttime and one for day.
"She must have swapped them out while I was showering upstairs." he realized, extremely frustrated at her callous behavior towards his private space.
"Julie?!" he called up the stairs.
She quickly called back. "Yes, Nick?"
"Did you go through my underwear drawer and take my things?"
"Oh, one minute honey. I'll be down in just a moment!"
In frustration, he plopped himself onto his bed after wrapping a towel around his bare lower half to ensure he was covered when Julie inevitably barged in. Sure enough, several minutes later, she came waltzing into the room like she owned the place. She did, he supposed.
"Sorry sweetie, I should have explained, but it totally slipped my mind. While you were cleaning up upstairs, I took the liberty of putting some of the smaller diapers in these drawers for you. There wasn't room for these and your things and I figured that, since you won't be needing your underwear anyway, I would put those in storage."
"You can't do that Julie! Those are my things. I want them back."
"Nick, you and I both know you're not happy about the situation, but frankly, I'm worried that if I put those boxer shorts in here, you're going to wear them when I'm not here. You've had a hard time following directions since you moved in here, and I want it to be clear that there will be no bending of the rules on this issue. Speaking of which, are you naked under that towel right now?"
Nick looked at himself on the bed, shirt and towel covering him. "Well, yeah, but I just used the toilet, and I didn't want to put the same diaper back on."
"Ahh, and you went to see if your underwear were still here, so you could wear them instead of being obedient?" Julie asked, her eyebrow raising in skepticism.
"No, I just... I just forgot I had to wear diapers, is all."
"That's exactly the thing I'm worried about. That you'll forget, or you'll feel overconfident, and then I'll have to pay for it in cleaning costs. I'm happy you made it to the toilet Nick, I really am, but from now on, you should come find me immediately afterwards to diaper you. Deal?"
Nick nodded his head sullenly. "Yes, Julie. I can do that."
"Okay. Let's get you ready for bed." Nick hadn't realized till now, but Julie had been holding the locking pair of plastic pants this whole time, and now she held them up, as if to tell him it was time.
"But it's only 9 o'clock" he protested. "I'm not going to bed yet."
"You don't need to go to bed now, but as long as we're putting a diaper on you, let's just get you ready for bed. It wouldn't make much sense to wear a daytime diaper for two hours, would it?" she replied. She had a point.
From the drawer, he grabbed one of the large nighttime diapers with little cartoon moons all over it and wandered into his bathroom. A few moments later, he emerged, and Julie did her work. Satisfied, she had him step into the plastic pants.
"Do we have to lock them up?" he asked. "I can just come find you if I have an accident that needs changing."
"Nick, if you're going to come find me anyway, what difference does it make if they're locked? I'll change you anytime, I promise. Just come knock on my door."
"But what if I wake up and have to go quickly?" he asked, recalling how urgently the need had come upon him earlier.
"Sweetie, when you're out of day diapers, then let's start worrying about the evening, alright?"
Her comment was a dagger to his heart. They weren't even pretending he had a shot of making it to the toilet at night. It was fair enough given his track record, but it still embarrassed him to no end.
She wasn't going to budge on the issue. Nick winced slightly as he heard the clasp lock, and felt Julie stick two fingers down the back of the diaper, tugging on it to ensure security. The nighttime diapers and plastic pants rode quite high on his hips, meaning they could have some slack at the top but still be too narrow to slide out of. "Good for checking accidents." Julie had said.
"Do you want your milk now or later?" Julie asked.
"You can bring it now." Nick said. If there was ever a time he needed a pick-me-up, it was now.
A few minutes later, she returned with the glass, and bade him goodnight. Soon after that, Nick's eyelids started to get heavy, and he powered down the playstation.
---
Late that night, Nick woke with a start. His stomach was grumbling, and he needed to find a toilet quickly.
He jumped out of bed, and went to stand, before feeling an overwhelming cramp and a push from his bowels that was trying to fill his pants. Using all the effort he could muster, he kept the explosion at bay, but he knew he didn't have long before it came back.
He ran into the bathroom, and flipped on the light. Off came his pants, and then he came to a horrible realization. He was locked into this diaper. And he was about to shit his pants.
The urge came back, causing him to double over in pain. His stomach growled angrily, as he made eye contact with himself in the mirror. He was not going to make it.
Another push came, and he felt his abdomen compress involuntarily, as if it was trying to make him defecate. This time the floodgates opened. In seconds, Nick felt his asshole dropping massive loads of shit into his diaper, all while he listened to the awful noise of the plastic expanding. Watching himself pitifully shit his diaper in the mirror was a moment he would not soon forget.
Next came the smell, assaulting his nose with the same odor he'd unfortunately woken up to some time ago. This had to be the worst smelling shit he'd had in a long time.
Within seconds, it was over. His diaper was now sagging tremendously between his legs. What's more, he now noticed that his crotch was stained yellow. He hadn't felt himself peeing just there, so he'd likely wet while asleep. His hopes for a recovery were fading.
Cautiously, he waddled out of the bathroom, and began his trek up two flights of stairs to find Julie, nearly forgetting to grab a fresh diaper. As he walked, he could feel the pile of mush gathering at the bottom of his crotch, weighing down the tapes fastened around his hips and collecting on his legs and dick. It took all he could not to shiver with disgust.
He arrived at her door, and cracked it open. "Julie?" he asked softly. "Julie, can I get your help?" For a moment, he felt as though he was speaking in an unusually childlike manner, but he brushed aside that concern. He had bigger things to figure out.
"Nicky-baby, is that you?" he heard her voice, and something in him felt relief. "Did you have an accident?"
He nodded, then realized the room was still dark. "Yeah, I did."
"Oh, did you go poopy in your panties?" she asked. Her childish language grated against him, but now wasn't the time to fight her.
"Yeah. Can you change me?"
"Of course baby." She flicked on her bedside lamp and stood up out of her covers. Nick's jaw dropped.
Julie was absolutely gorgeous. What's more, she was sleeping in very skimpy clothing. Her panties around her hips were thin and left very little to the imagination. Her brazier caused her perfect breasts to jut out ever so slightly from her chest, and her whole body was tanned and smooth-skinned. Even after sleeping, her hair retained a certain raucous messiness that looked incredibly sexy. As she jumped up from her bed, she lithely walked over to Nick, whose cock was hardening even as she began to speak.
"Go grab a towel from the bathroom. I'll get the wipes and powder."
He did as she asked, and she gestured for him to lay on it when he returned. He protested. "Julie, I can change the diaper. I just need you to unlock it, and I'll get cleaned up."
"And then what?" she asked. "I'm just supposed to wait a half hour for you to shower and wipe yourself off?"
"Well, no, I-" but she cut him off.
"Lay down Nick. It's nothing I haven't seen before. Besides, I'll have a better shot at making sure we don't miss anything while cleaning you up."
Nick's dick continued to harden at the thought of her wiping his crotch in her current outfit. "Julie, I don't think it's a good idea. Can I just have the pant's unlocked? I promise I'll be quick."
At this, she became quite stern. "Nick, you will put your butt on this towel, or you will receive the spanking of your life and I will not change you till morning. Let's get this over with so we can both go back to bed."
Reluctantly, Nick nodded, and began to sit down on the towel. For a moment, the shock had made him forget his pants were full of shit, but he was quickly reminded as he sat down on the towel, causing the mess to spread up his backside.
"Good boy." she said, and for some reason, that caused a stirring in Nick's heart that made him feel it was all going to be okay.
She pushed him back on the towel, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her, looking at her breasts hanging down as she knelt over him. The swayed slightly as she unlocked the pants and began to unfasten the tapes. Her hand brushed over the part of his diaper that covered his dick, and he shivered slightly.
She smiled at that. "Do we have a naughty little boy on our hands here?" she asked in a sing-song voice, returning her hand to grab at his dick through the soiled diaper.
"Oh, lets see!"
She pulled back the unfastened front of the diaper, letting his cock spring up. "We do have a naughty boy on our hands. Too bad naughty boy is in a dirty diaper. Otherwise he might have a shot!" Her words were torture to his ears, though she almost sang them in a very sweet voice.
Desperately, he asked "You- you think I would have had a shot?"
As she began to wipe his cock and balls, she replied. "Oh, Nick, I'm not a fool. I know I'm beautiful, and I've had my fair share of tenants with whom the relationship became something a bit more than professional. When you first arrived, I thought you were quite handsome, and while I wasn't trying to rush things, I was open to ideas." This last line, she said with a smile before continuing. "Of course, that changed pretty quick, didn't it, baby boy?"
It was dim in the room, but Nick was certain she could see him blushing. He'd never been this embarrassed before. He'd thought she was a smokeshow when he'd arrived--the idea that his incontinence had ruined that potential as well was almost too much for him to take.
The two sat there silently as Julie did her work. She wiped quickly, not shying away from sensitive spots, but never taking more time than needed. She soon tossed the wipes into his soiled diaper, and wrapped it up, before setting it next to him. "Put that in your diaper pail, okay?"
He nodded. She then opened up the next diaper, pushing up his legs again to lift his buttocks off the towel. In it slid, and she expertly fastened up the tapes after shaking a bit of baby powder onto his genitals. "We can't have baby getting a rash, can we?" she said, again nearly singing.
Soon, he was wrapped up in a new diaper and locked pants, and Julie leaned forward to kiss his forehead as he lay on the floor. For a moment, her breasts seemed in reach of his lips and he could swear they started to instinctually pucker up, as if trying to suckle. She drew back quickly though, and didn't seem to notice.
She helped him up, and patted his bum through the many layers. "Sleep tight, okay buddy?"
"Okay, Julie." Nick had never felt so emasculated. He returned to his room, and tried to sleep off the embarrassment.
---
Nick woke up dry the next day, for the first time in many days. Of course, he had shit his pants the prior night, so it was something of a hollow victory.
When he awoke, his mind immediately returned to Julie, wearing her skimpy underwear and kneeling over top of him. For some reason, he couldn't shake the fantasy of her holding his head to her breast while he suckled at her teat.
Unconsciously, his hand dropped to his crotch, and he began rubbing at his now-hard dick through his diaper. He couldn't stop, the feeling was so strong. Fantasies played through his mind. Julie's breasts, revealed from behind her bra. A hand cupping his diaper as she held him to her chest. A small swat on his bum, and a wide smile as she looked down at her darling boy.
He began to furiously masturbate, and maintained the motion of rubbing over his diaper for several minutes, the loud crinkling making obvious what he was doing under the covers. In the back of his mind, a small concern made itself known, noting that his hard dick felt smaller than it usually did, but in the heat of the moment, Nick's mind ended up going elsewhere.
Finally, far quicker than he would have expected, he felt his release into the confines of his diaper. "Oh well. I'm going to be changed soon anyway."
"Enjoying yourself?" Julie's voice called from the other side of the room?
Nick jumped in his bed. "How long have you been there?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Maybe 30 seconds. I have some men moving some furniture around, and one piece is coming in here. I wanted to give you some warning." As she said this, Nick heard the noise of several men grunting upstairs.
"They're coming in here?"
"Yep. In a minute or two. Is your diaper wet?"
"No." Nick replied. He hated that she could ask that so directly.
"Good! That's excellent news. Well, I'm going to guide them down here as soon as they get through the front door." At this, she stepped away before he could ask what they were bringing down.
"Well, I don't want them seeing me like this." He had neglected to put pants on over his diaper the prior night, and so his bare legs were mostly exposed under the covers. Rather than remaining here, he wandered into the bathroom to wait out the arrival.
Several minutes later, he heard the noises of movers lifting something heavy down the stairs. Shouts to each other and grunts of pain. Julie's guidance from the side, telling them where to go. "First door on your right, gentlemen!"
At that moment, he felt a rush of pressure on his bladder. He needed to pee, and he cursed that he now knew he only had a short time to resolve the issue. He was still locked in his pants, and Julie was right there with the key. Was it worth asking her for it in front of the movers?
"Julie?" he called out from the bathroom.
"One minute sweetie!"
"I need the key, if you have it!"
"I left it upstairs honey. I'll get it after we figure this out!" she called back, then continued speaking to the movers. "Yeah, just put it up against the wall here. Right up against it. Perfect."
The urge came again, this time stronger. A small spurt of piss escaped his penis, but he held back the flood. "Come on, come on, think." He tugged at his waistband, but sure enough, there was no way it was coming over without the key. He tugged at the small padlock, thinking its small size would mean it was easy to break. He was wrong.
"Thank you so much gentleman. I'm so grateful to finally have a couple of men around the house to help out. Here, let me pay you before we head upstairs." Julie's sweet voice carried into the bathroom, followed by some gruff thank-yous from the movers.
The urge came again, this time causing him to double over. He was going to stay dry, dammit. As the movers began to walk out of the room, he heard Julie yell at him through the door "Do you need help with your diapers, buddy?" followed by some surprised chuckles from workers.
"Yeah, I need the key." he called back, desperate.
"Okay, I'll go get it honey. Be right back."
Her footsteps wandered upstairs while Nick was practically collapsing to the floor, trying to hold back his bladder from unleashing into the diaper. The waves of pressure were coming closer and closer, and at this point, it felt as if some muscles were fighting him and trying to push the piss into his pants.
As he heard the first of Julie's step's coming back down the stairs, he finally gave out. He couldn't hold it any longer. He doubted he had even lasted two minutes, and that had been giving it all he got. No way he would have lasted that long doing anything else.
"Honey, I got the key." said Julie, exactly as Nick felt the crotch of his diaper expand and warm. Apparently, he'd forgotten to lock this door, and Julie walked right in.
Her eyes settled on his hunched over figure, his sagging diaper, and his pained expression. "Oh no, baby, did you have an accident?" he nodded and she brought him close for a hug. "Good job being honest, baby. Let's get you changed. I had these men bring something down that I think will be helpful going forward. Come here."
As he stepped out in his shift and sodden diaper, he saw what she had had installed. Sitting against one wall, was a large dresser-like object, on top of which it looked like a small pad sat for anyone who was going to lay atop the furniture. It was a changing pad.
"You bought a changing table?" he asked, incredulously.
"Yep! After last night, I figured it would be nice if we had a way to get your diapers off without having you lay on the icky floor. Don't you feel like that's going to be wonderful?"
The changing table was massive. Clearly, this had begun its life as something else, and Julie had ordered it to be altered to a custom fit. Along one side, two small steps helped someone get up on top, while the length of the table would probably hold him from his heads to his knees.
"Do you really think this is necessary?" Nick asked.
"Well no. But I think it's going to be wonderful! Don't you think so? Why don't you jump up on top, and we can get you changed." She patted his bum.
Had she gotten taller? Nick could have sworn that she'd only had half an inch or so on him when he arrived. Now, it felt like she was three or four inches above him.
"Whatever." he thought to himself.
Nick was going to ask how she had ordered one on such short notice. Certainly, she knew he was destined to have his diapers changed by her long before she had let her. Her foresight bothered him, but he couldn't blame her for splurging on an issue that had become so suddenly prevalent. Nick went to climb atop the changing table.
It was wide--wider than the average dresser. The top was sunk in maybe three or four inches, probably to keep someone from falling off the side. It wasn't comfortable like a bed would be, but it was soft enough to lay on without trouble, and large enough for him to easily fit both of his shoulders within the space.
"Good boy." Julie said, causing Nick's stomach to turn with butterflies. "Now, let's get you all fastened up."
"Wha-" he had started to ask, when he suddenly felt something clasp around his wrist. He pulled on his hand, which was now cuffed to a rope that fastened him to the corner of the dresser by his shoulder. It prevented his hand from moving very far below his shoulders. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, I have to make sure you stay still, baby!" she said, far too enthusiastically.
Before he could put up much of a fight, his other hand was soon fastened. As she walked around to the side with his feet, he tried to pry them off, but to no avail.
"They're pretty strong, baby. I don't think you're going to be able to get them off on your own."
"I'm stuck here then?" Nick asked.
"Oh, just until I finish changing you. This won't take long."
This was weird, Nick thought, but only marginally worse than last night. She'd be changing his diaper regardless. Why she thought he would fight her, he wasn't sure, but as long as she released him soon, this wouldn't be a big deal.
Quickly, she began to work on his sodden diaper. The tapes came off, and she again pulled back the front of the crotch. "Wow, you really soaked this one, huh?" she asked, looking at the soaked yellow padding.
"I almost made it." Nick said, sounding much more like a whiny toddler than he'd intended.
"Oh, I know bud. You were so close." She began wiping. His cock remained soft this time. He masturbated 15 minutes ago, after all.
"Now, there's one more thing we need to add, okay buddy?"
"What's that?" Nick asked, trepidation in his voice.
"This here." She held up something small and metal to his head. In her hands, she was holding a chastity cage.
"What!?" Nick yelled, pulling on his hands for freedom to no avail. "You can't do that!"
"Nicky-boy, I walked in on you being very naughty this morning. After last night, I have some guesses about what you were thinking about, and I won't stand for it. You're going to wear this, and if you resist me, I'm going to spank you."
"No!" he said, curling his naked legs to protect his crotch. "You can't do that!"
"Uh-oh, are we going to have a problem Nick?" she asked sternly. He didn't budge.
"Alright, but you asked for this."
From inside one of the drawers, she pulled out a large paddle, and spun it in her hand. She then grabbed his ankles, lifted his legs, and brought it down on his bare asscheeks.
"Ow! You can't hit me!"
"You're being a naughty baby, Nicky. I'll tell you what's going to happen. You're going to count each one of these spankings, all the way to twenty, or we're going to start over. You understand me?"
He looked up at Julie, tears welling in his eyes, and nodded. She struck.
"One! Two! Three!" While he counted, she continued, and he couldn't believe how much it hurt. She was a vicious spanker. "Ten! Eleven! Twelve!" By this point, the tears were flowing easily.
When he finally arrived at twenty, his face was wet from sobbing and his butt felt like it was on fire. While he was sniffling, Julie spoke up. "Are we ready to be a good boy, Nick? Are we ready to lock up this little dicklet?"
He nodded, and she began to work. First came a small loop around his testicles which was soon fastened to the cage that surrounded his shaft. Again, he heard the click of a tiny padlock, and knew he wouldn't have access to that for some time.
"Of course, we'll have to take it off every couple of days for cleaning, but we can just make sure you're all fastened up for that." she said, remarking on the bands still holding his arms.
On came the diaper, and then the locking pants. Nick protested. "Wait, but it's not nighttime. I don't have to wear the plastic pants, you said!"
"Oh, but not after your bad behavior today, you naughty boy. When you stop acting up, then we can talk about that. Until then, when you need to use the bathroom, you just come find me, okay? I'll make sure we get you unlocked."
"But what if I can't find you fast enough?"
"Then you probably shouldn't be worrying about the potty too much anyway. Right?"
Nick did not respond, and after a moment, Julie went to unlock his hands. As he stood up, rubbing his wrists, she put both hands on his shoulders. "My darling baby boy, I promise you it is all going to be okay. You're such a good boy."
That seemed to help Nick feel a little better. Here he was, standing in a diaper that he couldn't get out of, with his cock caged underneath, but at least he was sure that Julie was here to take care of him.
She brought him in for a hug, and he returned it. "Julie?" he asked.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Could I have some milk?"
Julie seemed surprised at this. "Of course, sweetie," she said sweetly, as she went to unfasten her bra