Daily Free-Write September 19, 2020

I looked through my chats, and all I saw was diaper pics and stickers. I looked through my social media feeds and all I saw was diapers. I looked at my internet sites and search history... diapers. And in my closet? Diapers. That's when it hit me. I was a total diaperslut. I looked down and saw what I was wearing, a onesie with a super thick diaper. I could feel it pressing into my crotch, pushing my legs apart. When had this happened? How? 

"Heyyyy there, buddy boy!" my room mate said with a grin as we walked in and casually put his hand on the front of my diaper. "Is my little guy wet?" 

"You!!!" I shouted. "You're responsible for all this!"

He just chuckled. "Of course! But there's nothing you can do about it now, diaper boy! Nobody would believe you were serious if you tried to quit. Not at this rate. You've proven to everyone you know what a diaperslut you are, and you're gonna stay in diapers, and everyone you know is going to make sure of it." 

"Noooooo!!" I cried, as he pushed me back and unbuttoned my onesie. 

I sat up in a cold sweat. What a weird dream! And why about my room mate? I whipped off the covers as I was struck by a sudden bout of paranoia. I sighed with relief to see that I was wearing my boxers, as usual. I checked my closet - just my regular clothes. And my chats and feeds - not a diaper in sight. It really was just a weird dream. I sighed and crawled under the covers once more, and fell fast asleep. 

"Hey- hey, Ben! Wake up! Hey!" 

"W-wha? What's going on?"

"I heard you yelling. I just thought I-" 

My roommate stopped and looked down. He had placed his knee on the bed.

"O-oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... uh..." 

"I-it's fine," I said, blushing. "I don't even remember what-" then I felt it.

"No..." I said, whipping off my covers. "No, no no!" 

My bed was totally wet. 

"Hey, man. Calm down. These things happen..." he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. 

"Not to me!" I said.

"Listen, uh, why don't I make us some coffee. I don't think either of us is going to get any sleep any time soon." 

I sat in the kitchen in my bathrobe, sipping on coffee. My room mate leaned against the counter. Awkward silence. The sound of the washer running in the background. 

"So..." he began. But he didn't have anything to finish it with.

"Yeah..." I said. I looked down into my coffee. 

"Listen, maybe it was just a one time thing." he said, with an encouraging half-smile.

"It's not," I sighed. "To be honest, it's been happening more and more. And..." 

"What?"

"Oh geez, I can't believe I'm admitting this, but those bad dreams? I've been dreaming that I was back in diapers. All the time. And... and you made me wear them! Isn't that weird? Like, it makes no sense!" 

"Yeah, ha-ha," he gave an unconvincing laugh and scratched the back of his head. He wasn't making eye contact.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shared all that. I've made you uncomfortable. I know that it's your thing, but I'm cool with it!" 

"Are you? Because it seems like you were pretty freaked out before I woke you."

"I'm sorry, I- I'm just scared that this is going to get worse. And I don't know what to do. Um. Jake? C-can I ask you something?"

He sighed in annoyance. "What?" 

"C-could you help me put on a diaper?" 

"Ben, that's..."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have asked!" 

"...really hot!" he finished.