Before you Read: This is my first attempt at writing a story like this, it's an NSFW story that'll progress more and more into the ABDL realm. i have the first 3 chapters written and posted here once but i needed to change 1 small thing to appease the mods. so now at round 2, let me know what you think!

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Chapter 1: Impulse

Chris is a 23-year-old boy with shaggy light brown hair and brown eyes, he is around 5’7 and doesn’t weigh more than 140 lbs. soaking wet. He’s thin and not muscular, but he isn’t skin and bones. Today he finished the last exam of his college career as a computer engineer and is finally free to pursue his adult life however he sees fit. Taking the bus back from his college campus to his apartment was always a short journey of around 10 minutes, in his head he thinks of what he’ll do now that he can find a good job. As the bus arrives just down the road from his apartment he steps off for the final time and walks down the sidewalk to the small building he calls home. Swiping into the building he climbs the stairs to the second floor and down the hall to his small 1-bedroom apartment. The building itself is always quiet, everyone keeps to themselves, Chris only talking to those he passes by for brief moments before moving on.

As he gets into his home, he throws his bag onto the small sofa in his living room and plops down next to it with a sigh of relief. He sits for a moment just looking at the ceiling with nothing on his mind before he inevitably gets bored, and what better thing for a computer engineer to do when he’s bored than go on Reddit. He opens his phone and begins scrolling through, meme after meme, jokes, stories, and photos pass by until he catches the glimpse of something a little odd, as he scrolls back up, he sees a post of someone making fun of a photo. The picture in question was captioned “what kind of adult wears diapers?” and in it is a guy wearing a slate black onesie and wearing a large adult diaper with a cute animal design. As he sees it his mind races, thinking back to his odd childhood.

He was adopted by his grandma when his parents split up. Neither were capable parents in the slightest, so she took him in when he was very young. The thoughts of his past experiences of stealing diapers raced through his head, short memories of embarrassing moments that would make him shake his head but smile.

Snapping back to reality Chris chuckles looking down at the post. “Who would even do that kind of stuff?” he feels his face go a bit red before he closes reddit and stretches. “I need to eat, not be lazy” he says to himself in a yawn. He gets up and begins preparing his dinner, pizza rolls and mac n cheese, dinner of champions. After eating his dinner, he doesn’t care to clean up the dishes and tosses them into the sink, “that’s tomorrow's problem”. Walking into his room he gets ready for bed, then lays down trying to get comfy.

Laying in the dark, Chris tosses and turns, uncomfortable and restless, the thought of the post from earlier creeping into his head. He shakes his head and tries to move onto another thought, but he keeps drifting back to it. The thick, diaper, the onesie, the… cute design, what was he thinking? He turns on some music on his phone and drifts off to sleep, and like the flash of a camera, he wakes in the morning to sun bouncing off the shades to his room. Laying in bed he grabs his phone and sees it’s not even 8am, that college schedule still holding onto his sleep pattern. He opens reddit and takes his scroll again, and after a spiral of posts he eventually arrives back to the grayed out post he had clicked on, this time looking at the picture he had a different feeling, a shaky neediness. He feels his underwear tighten for a second and he grinds his legs together and after the feelings welled inside he sits up and readjusts. He thinks to himself “why can’t i get away from this, I just need to know?” and with that he opens his incognito browser and looks up local drug stores to see if they had anything he’d want.

After a while of searching he passes by the baby diapers and pull ups, “they’d probably be too small to fit me anyways.” he grumpily mumbles until he gets to the incontinence section and there he finds what he’s looking for. He passes by the ugly gray pullups and sees adult diapers with tabs, these are exactly what he wants. Seeing that they’re in stock at the one just down the street he takes no time getting ready, putting on some basic clothes and a hoodie, even though it was warm enough outside, he takes his keys and walks out of the apartment and down the road. From his apartment he can almost see the sign only a few blocks away, but every step closer he can almost feel his heartbeat rising.

Finally he walks up to the door and as it slides past him, being an early weekday morning he sees only 1 car in the parking lot he feels a bit of the tension ease from his shoulders. Walking past the aisle to make sure no one is in it the first time, he goes around and through the back of it to look for the product. So many different items for different uses, he sees the ones he found online and grabs them, walking around the edge of the store towards the front he repeats in his head his excuses. “These are for my grandma, she needed me to get them, they’re not for me.” almost sweating from the hoodie he gets to the front and the woman working the counter looks at him and smiles. “Did you find everything okay this morning?” she politely asks. “Uhhh yeah i think so?” shakily in his voice he tries to stay calm as can be. And without a second thought she scans it and gives him his total. Quickly Chris swipes his card and it’s accepted. “Would you like a bag?” she quanders. “Oh, yes please!” Chris interjects and looks around to make sure no one else is watching as she hands him the semi opaque bag and he quickly shuffles out.

Walking down the road he almost can’t take his eyes off of his prize, constantly looking down at the bag he gets butterflies, and after a short walk he makes it back to the apartment. He shakily swipes his card to get in, knowing he’s so close to finally after years experiencing this. As he walks up the stairs he gets to his floor and turns to be face to face with one of his neighbors, Candy. She's maybe in her late 30s or early 40s, dirty blonde hair pulled into a nice bun. She’s curvy and quite sweet whenever he sees her. “Oh hi Chris, I didn’t expect to see you up so early, did you find your classes?” she questions in genuine tone. “Yeah i actually finished my last exam yesterday, so i’m done for a while.” he absent mindedly forgets what he was doing and just holds the bag down at his side for a moment as she talks. “Being up so early I’d sooner believe it’s one of our older neighbors out doing shopping not you.” She looks down and gestures towards his bag. With that he remembers he had something to his belief of contraband in his bag and quickly hikes up on the handles to make sure none of the package shows. “Oh yeah right, i just remembered i needed something small and thought i’d go get it early, but I have some things i gotta do today so I’ll see you later Candy.” and with that he quickly walks past and stumbles into his apartment.

Kicking off his shoes he rushes to his bedroom and pulls the package out of the bag, examining it more now that he is “safe” Chris looks across the bag and finds the tear spot and rips open the package. The fresh aroma of the diapers was like heaven, he quickly strips down to nothing and pulls out one of the diapers, even though it said medium on the package, it was bigger than he expected. Taking it out and spreading it out on his bed he finds the end that is the back and lays down on it, remembering the times he had failed before to diaper. Taking it slowly, he does a tape at a time, these had two sets though so after he put the first set higher than expected he adjusted with the top two and gets snuggled into it. The warmth and softness of the diaper fills him with glee, he looks down and sees the bright white padding and wetness line that runs up the middle, as he sees that he thinks for a moment but stops and brushes off the ideas popping into his head. Getting up he looks in the mirror at his butt, reaching down he puts back on his shirt but leaves the diaper exposed and walks out of his room.

Hearing the plastic crinkle as he walked around his apartment was a thrill, he hadn’t felt this free in ages. Knowing he has all day to do whatever he wants, Chirs goes and turns his TV on in the background and makes himself breakfast, even with all of the dishes in his sink he kept piling on more, not really caring too much at this point. As he made his food the crinkling kept his attention, not a moment went by that he wasn’t thinking of the diapers. Sitting down with his meal he goes to one of his favorite streaming apps and scrolls for a show to watch, through category and genre he looks for a show and just before he settles on one he sees at the bottom of his screen the kids TV section. Smiling and with a small laugh he disregards it and watches his show. “That would be funny, but I don’t think I’m baby enough to watch kids TV.

As Chris finishes his food, he lounges on the couch occasionally feeling the front and back of the diaper, rubbing over his intimate areas and feeling his excitement, but mostly it’s absent minded. Eventually the feeling comes over him, the need to relieve himself, at first it’s minor and he ignores it, but after another hour it’s intense. Sitting up Chris looks down and feels the diaper, “do I really want to do this?” he thinks as his bladder begs for release. In his entirety of exploring this he had never gone through with wetting himself. He was always there for the feel, and never could make himself wet the diapers he had acquired as a kid, “but now i have a whole bag of them, right?” the questions roll through his head and he sits there and pushes, but just can’t seem to sit and wet himself. After concentrating for a few minutes he stands up off the couch and tries again, this time, a small amount comes out, but not enough for relief. Quickly he feels the front and it doesn’t feel much different. More and more Chris pushes and after a few unsatisfying releases he widens his legs and feels it. All of it comes out at once, the warmth filling the diaper, around his sensitive boy parts the padding swells and pushes, he can feel the weight of it, his diaper sagging a bit, getting heavier and squishier. After a solid 30 seconds of heavy flow it finally stops. He looks down and the front had turned a muted spotty yellow mixed with the faded blue wetness indicator. His heart raced as he pushed against the warm we padding. And as he did, his arousal grew, it felt so good pushing against him, he was almost sad he had never done that before, the slight bit of shame as a grown adult wetting himself was quickly faded by the feeling on his privates.

Laying back down on the couch he pushed and mushed the soaked padding over his straining hard-on. The feeling was overwhelming with pleasure. He had been given some sad handjobs in his time, but nothing ever felt this good. Chris pushed his hips up and rubbed against the padding for what felt like an hour, pleasure moving up and down, and as he got closer he felt like he would finish so hard, then came a knock at the door. He froze for a moment, listening, and after around 30 seconds another knock came. “Oh shit!” chris’ head screamed, but on the outside “Just a minute!” he yelled and hopped off the couch, back into his room and grabbed sweatpants. Sliding them up over his extremely worked over saggy diaper he sprinted back to the door and stopped for a second before opening it.

Outside was Candy, she was looking around as Chris opens the door. “I’m so sorry to bother you sweety, but when I came back from shopping I saw a receipt sitting outside your door, it had your name on it from your card so i thought i’d make sure you had it in case you were on a budget.” chris’ heart was racing as he saw it in her hand “had she read it, did she only see my name or what else?” all of those questions raced through his head like earlier. “Oh thanks, i’ll uhh take that.” he quickly stuffs it in the pocket of his pants and he hears and feels the crinkle of the soggy diaper and flinches a bit. “Oh and also i thought you’d like some of these, i grew them on my balcony.” Candy hands over to Chris some small cherry tomatoes in a plastic bag, warm to the touch. “Thank you Candy, for all of this.” he stammers he almost couldn’t look her in the eye, she was so kind and thoughtful, and very beautiful. “Don’t worry Deary, oh, could you do me a favor? These groceries are a bit heavy, can you help me take them into my apartment?” Chris’ brain screamed no, but his good conscious could only nod and slowly shuffle out the door. She had bought a lot of food and other normal things, but they were in almost 15 bags, too much for someone alone to carry, but she got them all the way up the stairs. He bends down and grabs around half and walks behind her.

“Thank you so much Chris, my arms were just so tired from the walk to even the car and back, just in here now.” Luckily Candy was his next door neighbor so the walk wasn’t far at all. She finds her key quickly and walks in, her apartment was a bit bigger than his, she had a hallway leading out of her living room to multiple rooms where his bedroom was just a door from the living room. He swiftly drops the groceries on her counter and then walks back to the door. “Thank you so much Chris,” she says from behind and as he reaches the door she says louder, “Oh Chris your shirt’s riding up in the back, you look silly.” he feels a wave of embarrassment shoot through him as he quickly brushes it back down, and as he does so, feels the crinkly waistband of the diaper sticking up only a small bit, but still the fear was there.

Speed walking out of the apartment and down the hall back to his, Chris shuts the door, locks it and runs to his room, pulling up his shirt he can see the waistband was sticking out barely, not too noticeable, but even he wonders if she had seen. Frustration and anxiety fill him and he tips the tapes off the diaper and balls it up, throwing it in the trash by his bed. Feeling sweaty and gross he decides a shower is in order after such an eventful day. Grabbing everything he gets in and washes himself off, he feels himself, getting a bit frisky he begins to play with himself, but after a few minutes he knows he needs to not waste the hot water.

Stepping out he dries himself off and walks back into his bedroom, grabbing his normal day clothes off the floor he goes to get dressed and his eyes lock the diapers sitting on his bed where he left them. They stare back at him, and he wonders, "would it be so wrong to put on another?"

-end of Chapter 1.