Past

He had been relaxing for most of the evening after the delivery person-pacifier incident until he got a notification that his packages arrived. Marcus got his wallet and keys before making it over to the mailroom.

So he flew down three flights of stairs as he made his way to the ground level.

As he made his way to the mailroom he realized there was a bit of a line, a small room meant that even three people in it became a line. There was a window in which you’d talk with the mailroom attendant and they’d get off their wooden stool to find your package in the real mailroom. He pulled out his id prior to getting to the window, tapping his foot as he browsed his socials.

After the other two left the mailroom, there was just Marcus and a guy in pyjama pants, flannel-patterned, plus a white shirt. There was also the mailroom attendant, an older woman dressed like a librarian including the glasses with the chain on them.

“Could I get both of your ids? It’d just be quicker to check you both at the same, and then hand you both your packages at once,” she asked.

Marcus and the guy placed their ids on the slot in the window, and she cross-referenced the ids with the info on her big back computer from at best the early 2000s. She then hopped off her stool, opening the door behind her to the mailroom proper. She swiftly returned with a handful of boxes all stacked upon each other.

She opened the door separating the mailroom proper/her side of the mailroom with the stool and computer to get to the two boys waiting for their packages.

“Alright here we got-” she said before going silent and dropping the packages. She just looked at both of them, and then specifically shot a look at Marcus as she went back through the two sets of doors hiding out in the mailroom proper. Two of the packages were normal, a small one and a rather large one which belonged to the man next to Marcus. Two mid-sized packages had designs of diapers on them, one small one had the name “Erotic’ism” on it, and the third of the mid-sized packages had a rather large hole in it showing the package of diapers way too big for a kid but way too “babified” for a man with incontinence issues.

The mailroom guy just went “huh” as he inspected the packages, and the muffled sound of someone watching a tv drama played from the mailroom proper.

“Do you have like bladder issues?” the guy said with mild bored curiosity.

Marcus looked mortified but some impulse forced him to answer, “Yeah…”

The aces, clown faces, and “LIL JOKESTER”s covering the diaper poking out of the box should’ve been enough to turn any answer that wasn’t just “I like diapers” into an obvious lie. The guy raised his eyebrow but then looked at Marcus with a question on his lip that he seemed to be stifling.

He took a deep breath and then said, “No worries, man. My frat brothers did this same thing to me, thankfully none of the pledges this year got baby duty. Funny fucking prank in theory until you realize being a grown man getting his ‘diapee’ checked is annoying as hell to have done or to do to someone.”

“Oh,” Marcus said as he looked blankly at the guy.

“But to be honest I think one of my Bigs just thought it was hot, they even changed me a few times,” the guy added quickly.

“What room are you? And what size are those things? You don’t want them too big or else they’ll just fall of your hips, tape helps though,”

Marcus was so overwhelmed that he had started to loop back into a form of lucidity that felt almost terminal.

“489,” said Marcus with the same blank stare from earlier and a calm steady tone.

“Nice! I’m 455! Maybe you want to come over, wednesday night for a hangout with my bros? Same guys who had me in the same situation you’re in, though they bought and brought them to me. Plus an ice tray usually, you can probably tell but I’m the sort of guy who hates standing up to answer something. A thought usually gets me to pitch a tent, so they’d pop an ice cube or three to change me. Ooh actually that might be way too awkward to mention, sorry about that. Heading out now, sorry for taking your time,” he said as he headed for the door.

Then he turned around and went, “Are you good for next wednesday?”

And Marcus just looked at him then shook his head up and down.

The guy left.

The two reasons why Marcus said yes was because he now needed to know on an instinctual level where this was going, and the guy was sporting a full boner that caused the front of his waistband to hang an inch or three away from his body.

Before he went upstairs, he moved the boxes so the hole exposing his diapers was hidden and then peeked to see if the hallway was clear of any people. He quickly ran into the stairwell and ran up the stairs faster than he ever could as well as should, by the time he reached his apartment he was a sweaty mess. The question of “Who’s going to be stranger number three who's surprisingly fine with ABDL stuff or just bizarrely horny,” which fought the part of him wondering how others would judge him for this.

It’s cliche but he thought about his ex walking in, watching him in his jester outfit as he humped the ground in his diaper but the torturous thought got replaced by the most aware unaware person giving him a thumbs up as he got caught wearing diapers. A part of him seriously wanted to know what that guy’s deal was, another part of him was annoyed he didn’t think about discrete-er shipping options, and a third part of him was mildly annoyed he’d have to take a shower.

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