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Since getting the internet about 12 years ago ive always loved diaper stories so I decided to write one…. Nick was your average 12 year old in his town. He played baseball and football got good grades, got into trouble in class, and like h is friends was getting his first girlfriends, etc. But the thing that set him apart was that he also loved diapers. He never knew why, but something about seeing younger kids at babysitters when he was younger and his little cousins on family trips getting diapered always made him almost jealous as if he wanted to be wearing diapers too. Over the years he had tried unsuccessfully a few times to get diapers from a few places but always chickened out.

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The story continues from part one.

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And sometimes it steals up on you and before you know it your life has curved off in an unexpected direction. With Cody it was both. A sudden bang and I felt like I had a new way of looking at the world. And then a bunch of little things that combined to turn my life in an unexpected direction. But maybe it was always in me.

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I wanted a companion. An equal. But everything changed the day I saw Cody walking with wet pants up his driveway — it was like discovering some side of myself that I barely knew existed, the guy who wants to nurture and care for someone and whose every instinct is to protect, protect, protect. The fact that I had these feelings about some 20 year old surfer kid who wets his pants left me kind of stunned and confused.

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I felt certain about my protective instinct but not what to do about it. A Change of View When Cody slipped out the back door of my house that night, I stood there surprised at what I had done. I had tried so hard not to scare the boy, to be kind and gentle. I sure never anticipated that some 20 year old could get pretty misty eyed about it, and I have to admit I was pretty emotional myself. And so there I was, feeling pretty astonished at what I had done, realizing that my little unexpected gesture had opened up something special between us, even if it was just for a moment.

And while I sort of floated in that feeling there was also something else that kept rolling through my mind. Because what I kept thinking was this: The little guy needs a change.

But to me, the idea that Cody needed a change seemed to bring a focus to the feelings of protection I had for the kid, and the confusion over what to do about it: it was as if I was given something specific and useful I might be able to do. And maybe it would even be something more: because what went through my mind was that changing Cody might show how serious I was about this protective feeling I had.

She was standing, coming to find me as well. She looked at me really carefully, almost searchingly, and then nodded. A grandmother can only do so much, you know. And she looked at me again and smiled, and gave a little shrug. I was busy with a few other things and maybe he was on a different shift at the skate shop where he worked. He probably had tons of friends, maybe even someone romantic in his life. So life went on for a few days with a gentle kind of hum.

I was thoughtful and spent a lot of time writing in my journal at night.

Nick, diaper boy

Everything happens for a reason, everything has its time, and sometimes you just need to be patient to see how it all unfolds. But there WAS something. Something a little less calm. And it happened in the store one day — I was out boy up the usual household supplies when I found myself in the diaper aisle.

There were all kinds of sizes and brands, and there were all kinds of types — some for night or some for swaddling, some for walkers and some that looked like boxer shorts. There were diapers for diapers and girls, national brands and store brands. I remember staring at this big display of diapers — and at the side displays of stories and creams and pacifiers and bottles.

It was a mystery to me. I grabbed the package with the oldest looking kid on it. I think it was a Pull-Up. I suspected that these were the kinds he was wearing under his jeans that night — more like thick underwear was what the package had you believe. Which is what I guessed Cody probably was.

I need to pick up diapers for an older boy. Um, say a teen. Which brand do you recommend. I nodded.

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It was if I had asked her which brand of laundry soap was on special. In any case this set me off on a new round of product comparisons. It surprised me to discover that they sold adult diapers in a retail store. My little ad hoc research project done for the day, I continued shopping for the rest of my household supplies and spent the day pondering. And even though I had started to put together some plans — another dinner, maybe ask the neighbors over for a movie — well, it turned out that Cody seemed to have a plan of his own.

Nick, diaper boy

But about four days after the dinner with Cody and his gramma, my afternoon lounging time became — well, it became Cody time. A wave over the fence maybe and then he came through the gate and plopped himself down at the table beside me.

Now, I should say that this quickly became a daily routine. But there was something else: first, he seemed like a different person. The quiet shy boy of a few nights ago was now talkative and almost excited — he seemed to burst with energy. And the second thing were his diapers: because it became pretty clear to me that he was still wearing them under his jeans or shorts, but that they were also a thicker kind.

I noticed it the first day he came by. I was sure I heard a little crinkle sound. And glancing over at him as he approached, there was a noticeable bulk in his shorts.

I decided not to say anything about it. I felt like I was going on one of those assumptions: he knows I know and I know he knows I know kind of things. And besides — his energy was infectious. It was the highlight of my day. He was telling me all about skate boards and some guy he worked with at the store. But that night he said something different. Now, I probably should have felt surprised or disarmed.

He grinned like some little kid who had been told he was boy to Disney, and then came over and gave me a quick hug before dashing off. It may not seem like much but it meant a lot to me. And this continued for a few nights — him declaring himself wet, me nodding, and him scampering off. Then, we missed a night or two. He had something to do with friends one night, and I had a diaper dinner another. After the usual chat and catching up, I noticed him squirm a little in his chair and get slightly flush in his cheeks.

At a break in the conversation I got up and stood behind him. It happened so quickly and yet it story it was in slow motion. I felt the plastic waist of his diaper give way a little and crinkle as my fingers slid down slightly.

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I felt the soft padding of the diaper against my hand. He looked up at me and his eyes were like what you read about in a book — puppy dog eyes, bright, and glistening a little like he was close to crying. Very likeable characters! Umm I just want to say I love this story and It speaks to me. Im a Little Boy….

Still kinda confused and lost about it…. But I have a Daddy. I basicly went through that with my parents. As for part 2 it is getting good, and the ending was almost suspenseful, if that makes any sense, because it could have went badly. Absolutely wonderful story thus far! I just started reading them, and its such a wonderful and hopeful story!

I cant wait to read part 3!

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Just discovered your story. You had me by the end of the first paragraph. The story is well written and believable. And yet. Just then, a store clerk came down the aisle. Then he looked up at me quickly. And then gave this lop-sided sort of smile. When we saw each other again it would prove to be a major turning point. That first diaper check, it would turn out, gave us both the courage for what came next.

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