👨👨👧👦 A family in diapers
Part 5: First Try
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When I get home after this afternoon at Carl's, Mom is preparing dinner. She smiles at me as she sees me enter.
- So, Tim, how did it go at your new friend's house?
I put my bag down and sit on a chair in the kitchen.
- It was good, I say with a smile. His family is nice, and we had a good time playing.
She nods, satisfied.
- And you got along well with Carl?
- Yes, he's really cool. And he has a big family, he has four brothers and sisters!
- Oh yes, it must be busy for the parents, exclaims Mom.
I can tell that Mom would like me to tell her about my afternoon. Part of me wants to tell her everything: the unique atmosphere at Carl's, his brothers and sisters, their natural way of living with diapers... But I prefer to stay silent. It seems too complicated to explain, and I'm afraid she'll find it strange.
- If you had fun, she adds, turning towards the pot, that's good. I'm glad you're making new friends.
I remain silent, thinking back to everything I saw and heard at their house. It was different, yes, but also fascinating in a certain way.
Later, after dinner, I'm in the living room reading a book when my little sister, Elena, runs past me. She's already in pajamas... or almost. In fact, she's wearing just a diaper, like every night before going to bed.
I don't know why, but this simple detail feels strange to me. Usually, I don't pay attention, but tonight, I can't help but compare what I see to what I experienced at Carl's.
At their house, diapers were a habit, something perfectly normal for everyone. Here, it's different. Elena wears them because she still needs them at night, but that's it.
- What are you looking at, Tim? Mom asks as she passes by with a pile of laundry.
- Nothing, I say quickly, looking away.
I return to my book, but my mind is elsewhere. And for some reason, an idea starts to form in my head.
A few days later, Carl invites me to his house again. This time, it's for a Wednesday afternoon. I accept enthusiastically, curious to experience again that atmosphere so different from my own home.
When I arrive, Carl greets me with his usual smile. Noah and Emma are in the living room, playing hide and seek, and their mom quickly greets us before going back to the kitchen. I just have time to see that Emma and Noah are wearing diapers under their clothes.
We go up to Carl's room, and I notice that he has already set up the console and a board game, as if he knew we would both want to play.
After a few seconds, Carl looks at me with a sly smile.
- So, Tim... do you want to try this time?
I freeze for a moment, taken aback.
- Try what? I say, pretending not to understand.
- A diaper, of course, he says shrugging. I noticed that you were looking at my brother and sister when you arrived.
I blush slightly. In truth, the idea had crossed my mind several times since my last visit. But now that he's proposing it, I don't know what to say.
- Look, he adds, pulling down his sweatpants, I'm wearing one right now.
Indeed, I can see the top of a diaper peeking out from his sweatpants.
- Um... I don't know, I say hesitantly.
Carl smiles, understanding.
- Don't worry, it's up to you. But if you want to try, let me know.
I take a deep breath and, before I can change my mind, I blurt out:
- But what kind of diaper is it?
- It's a pull-up diaper, you'll see, it's super easy to put on.
Carl answered the question I had been asking myself. The diaper he's wearing is the same type as the one my little sister wears. I wouldn't want to try anything else because I wouldn't know how to do it.
- Alright... but just to try, I say weakly, blushing.
- Awesome! I'll go get one, says Carl as he gets up.
Soon after, Carl returns and holds a folded diaper in his hands.
- I'll give you one of mine, these will fit you best.
As he says this, I see him unfold the diaper. It doesn't seem any bigger than Elena's, but it looks more boyish with the designs on it.
- Take it, and go change in the bathroom.
- Ok, I say, taking the diaper in my hands.
I then leave and head to the bathroom, examining the diaper I now hold. I'm not sure why I agreed to this in fact. Once in the room, I carefully lock the door and undress. With my shorts and underwear at my feet, I put on the diaper up to my hips. The sensation is strange, it feels like padded underwear. It's comfortable, much more than I would have thought. A strange sense of security washes over me.
I hesitate to put my underwear back on but I do, not knowing what else to do with it. I then pull my shorts back up before opening the door and rejoining Carl. Walking with a diaper is new to me. I feel like it's visible, like it's audible.
A few seconds later, I find myself standing in front of Carl, a diaper snugly underneath my clothes. I timidly lower my eyes, expecting him to laugh at me, but that's not the case at all.
- So? Carl asks, getting up to my height.
- It... it's fine, I respond to Carl with a hesitant smile. It's weird, but not unpleasant.
Emma and Noah, whom I hadn't seen enter the room, then come up to me and say, enthusiastically:
- See, it's not so bad, says Emma. You're one of us now!
- It's strange, I say, but yes, I'm one of you now.
For the rest of the afternoon, I have fun with the others, almost forgetting that I'm wearing a diaper. However, a slight anxiety persists because I feel pressure in my bladder, but I hesitate to let go in the diaper.
- Are you okay? Carl asks me once again, probably noticing my silence.
- Yes, yes... I respond, looking away.
The pressure becomes stronger. I hesitate. What if the others make fun of me?
- You know, you can go if you want, Carl whispers in my ear. That's what it's for. No one will judge you here.
I nod, but I'm still not sure. As the late afternoon comes to an end, I finally give in. I close my eyes, concentrate, and feel immediate relief when I finally let go.
- Feeling better? Carl asks.
I then open my eyes, surprised by the naturalness of the situation and the sensations felt.
- Yes... I think, I respond with a timid smile.
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